So…this has been on heavy rotation in the studio earphones. Canceling out all the noise except for this. Thanks headphones! Sorry, everything else.

A+

Should be a hoot in my post-studio-final haze where one beer = the effect of ten beers.

I’m in – are you?

“We seemingly limit the creative functions to productions that may be hung on walls, or heard in concert halls, or otherwise displayed where idle and fastidious people gather to admire each other’s culture. But if a man wants a field for vital creative work, let him come where he is dealing with higher laws than those of sound, or line, or colour; let him come where he may deal with the laws of personality. We need artists who master industrial relationships. We need masters of industrial methods. We need those who can mould the shapeless mass in political, social, industrial, and moral respects into a sound and shapely whole. We have limited the creative faculty much too much and have misused it for too trivial ends. We need men who can create the working design for all that is right and good and desirable.”

Henry Ford (1863-1947): Mein Leben und Werk (Leipzig” Paul List, 1923), 113 ff.

Anyone care to caption this puppy?

Here we observe a clearly frustrated Herzog holding on by the skin of his teeth to his composure, sanity and film project. He practically vibrates with the force of his awful admiration of the jungle that constantly endeavors to put an end to the film and, in some cases, the lives of those involved.

What really gets me, though, is Herzog’s profound awareness of his own presence in relation to and with the jungle and all of its millions and billions of creeping, sliming, moist and fecund inhabitants.

“We, in comparison to the articulate vileness, and baseness and obscenity of all this jungle … we in comparison to that enormous articulation, we only sound and look like badly pronounced and half-finished sentences out of a stupid, suburban novel, a cheap novel.”

His expression of impotence in the face of the forest juggernaut and exasperation at laboriously scraping through this environment in an effort to realize a creative dream is eloquently humble and represents an attitude that ought to be more widespread. Not only should we all develop such a willingness to doggedly pursue the apparently impossible but also become as sensitive and open to being humbled by what bears down upon us when we are brave enough to commit to that path.

Also, I’ve had my first whack at creating a professional website. That is, a website for work with no swearing, very few hyphens and probably only one shout-out to my late cat.

Click here to see.

In conclusion, here is my current cat-friend Tubby basking in the spotlight. What a jerk.

Note: This blog post lacks professionalism and coherence. Meow.

So-and-so.

The Beverly Arts Center will host a group show called Immaculate Conglomeration, opening this Friday, that features the work of Christopher Cannon, Ann Blaas, Joseph LoPresti and, you guessed it, Christopher T. Wood. If you weren’t already convinced by all the exclamation points in the first paragraph (above), I urge you to carefully consider the following statement: I heartily endorse this art show.

April 1, 7 – 9 pm.

Beverly Arts Center

2407 W. 111th St.

Chicago, IL 60655

http://www.beverlyartcenter.org/

In any case – LOOK HERE! It’s an event that I bet will be sooooooo much fun in Chicago. Cheerleaders! Shady bookies! Dance party! Oh, and art.

Vote early and often for Chris Wood (AKA Christopher T. Wood) in a basketball-style bracket setting!

Note: Developed, directed, constructed, shot, and edited in under a week by a team of five. Music is copyright Electric Light Orchestra and is used for a non-commercial project.