Saturday, May 30, 2015

 My name is not important. But you will need to call me something. Call me professor Vexer. This is the story of the the cup overflowing. This is how it happened.
 In the streets and neighborhoods of our city we see an increase of turmoil and tension. We see and feel rigid edges as bump against one another. It rises in intensity and frequency until we see absurdity as normality.
So I calculated and conjured using science and old arts. After some time a thing like a storm broke and I felt, not saw, a swirling strange form like a tree or a wormhole or tornado, but of emotion and visceral feelings from this city so palpable that it rippled and tore through the city.

 In the whirlwind I saw flashes in my instrument panels. Pieces of images as if watching a creator draft the pain and ugliness into a man like thing.

 And all of a sudden the strange tree thing collapsed as a solid thing does.

 And as it fell it rose again with a strange form inside animating it.

 The tree tore itself and bore from its wound a thing that would walk a while amongst us...
I had no fear over what I ushered in through the strange tree. What will be will be. This is what we need to move past.

 He came through menacing but like an overgrown child.

 He recognized me and seemed to ask for direction.

 So we made a plan.

The rest of the story you are living now.

Friday, May 29, 2015

The Arrival.


I went to see the cage that I built to snare him in and found it in shambles!

He is loose to walk among you unfettered and I don't rightly know where he is off to.

Making no excuses for his grave and brutish nature and disclaiming none of his proclivities for ghoulish behavior, I warn any who should encounter him that he is A BEAST! With no higher moral awareness than an infant.
He may seem docile and slow but he is the essence of strength and endurance. He is fashioned to endure all of the hate and panic and disgust that our world can put out. He can not be harmed by any normal means.
Walking the street he could overturn cars or sweep aside crowds of onlookers with a gesture.

I have only tried to harness him to understand him, to understand us.

Some will say that it was I who called him here with some superstitious summoning or some fringe science. I protest. He was always coming. Any small part I had in opening his pathway was played to serve mankind. I don't expect people to understand my intentions. They barely understand their own.

Now that he is here I will hold responsibility for stemming the chaos and corralling him as best I can until I find his weakness. When I have learned what I can I will send him back to where he emerged from in pieces.

When you see him run. Find a phone or device to contact me. DO NOT ENGAGE HIM.

This is video imagery from very lucky bystanders who survived seeing him.

Here we see him playing the docile imbecile...

All souls who would help capture this BEAST are welcome to join me.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Here are some recent photos of the project as it comes alive and swallows me whole. As I become the giant Effingee I am aware of the weight and the burden that he represents. The awkward chemical smell, the restricted vision and tentative movement remind me that no living thing could exist as the fear mongers describe. This beast had to come to us from a world much stranger than our own. Now that he is with us in our world he can only be propelled forward by us, by me.

Like all good effigy figures he comes to me in pieces as if already drawn and quartered. My job is to assemble him and pilot him.

The Beasts Legs prototypes. 

The feet are too tiny.

The head is frightening but the neck attachment needs work.

 The Chest cavity is too flat and un imposing.

 I'm building a cage/house for him.

 The legs took practice getting into and walking. They still need work.
I may have to scrap them and start all over.

 I figured out a rigging system to hoist it up high enough to get into. I still need another person to get into it.

 The scale is impressive even to me.

 I tore out the original wire frame armature and built a more sturdy sub-structure.

 The arms are gangly and hard to manage.

 Seeing where I'm going is surprisingly easy.

 Its so hard to get a sense of scale when I'm in it.

These kids saw it from inside their house and the whole family ran out to the porch to watch. They were right there when I took a fall. They came down to see it up close and to touch it. The little girl put her hand in the mouth! The fear abated really quickly.

In this micro appearance the emotional and artistic response was just as I suspected. People were freaked out and afraid, then couldn't look away, then had questions. I think it was still too ungainly and awkward to be terrifying, too obviously fake to be more than a symbol.

I haven't figured the response to children yet. I'm struggling with gown much to show and how much to tell. I don't want to relieve people of the responsibility to think. But I want them to start from my initial point of origin.

I'm thinking of using cardboard signs, charcoal in the finger tips to draw messages, video projection from the mouth, accomplices...