"Nothing ever springs miraculously from nothing... all are formed from fixed seeds... Any given thing possesses a distinct creative capacity... In every case, growth is a gradual process... Things are created from a definite, appointed substance... All things are composed of imperishable seeds... No visible object ever suffers total destruction, since nature renews one thing from another, and does not sanction the birth of anything, unless she receives the compensation of another's death."
Composed with New York curb appeal, the backyard monsters of Brooklyn gave way to landscaping ideas that resurected memories of my anti-baptist upbringing or defined how to raise chickens in your backyard; mindfully. Endless summers in the bible belt, my pet chicken was a Sunday morning slice of watermelon whilst listening to old time North Carolina religious radio recordings. The simple act of eating this vine-like flowering plant originally from southern Africa was an epicurean delight to a couple of black boys in the racially charged dirty south. And like most examples of religious dogma, the radio recordings relentlessly preached the path to redemption bypassing the pits of a fiery HELL.
The mindfulness installation was the first of my cool art projects that highlighted the benefits of recycling in Bed-Stuy. Open to the public only on Sunday, the garden featured Upcycled furniture, a reflection pond of 1,000 collected pennies and a canopy of reclaimed illustrations and paintings strung together to form my interpretation of the Sistine Chapel. The 1,000 pennies on the ground symbolized role-reversal of the church's offertory. And the gaping holes in the Sistine canopy questioned the word of god and it's origin. Bushwick Recording Studio does not offer Jesus voice-overs.
