This was a proposal for San Francisco Boundless Competition.
This video that was part of the proposal. It is very rough, hardly edited due to the deadline, and was on a strict 90 second cap.
More information about this project coming soon.
This was a proposal for San Francisco Boundless Competition.
This video that was part of the proposal. It is very rough, hardly edited due to the deadline, and was on a strict 90 second cap.
More information about this project coming soon.
NOLA 9-12SEP17 RECONNAISSANCE (currently being updated from past blog site and restoring images and links)
This was a second trip to New Orleans for an affordable housing conference that my wife attended. My goal was to witness the recovering housing, culture and architecture since Hurricane Katrina in August 2005. I took these photographs while venturing from the French Quarter on a rental bike through the neighborhoods of Marigny, Bywater, Holy Cross and the Ninth Ward, and to through the areas of the Industrial Canal.



Coming from under the bride from Holy Cross to the Lower Ninth Ward.







Of all the neighborhoods I traveled through, The Ninth Ward stood out with an empty vibe of dissonance, like that of a graveyard. It seemed like there was an underlying code in this place, and I was clearly an outsider as a white guy on a 3-speed rental bike.
As I continued the journey through the Ninth Ward, I began to get a sense of freedom from the outside world, meaning that if you were a local resident or someone who belonged here, this was a place where standard governing authorities lost their jurisdiction. It was radical and inspiring at the same time. Locals were working on cars and drinking beers, casually coming and going about their daily routines. A car flew past me at +/-50 mph., and another vehicle was quietly rolling into a ditch as the driver darted into a nearby house, not realizing that he must have left it out of gear and failed to put on the emergency brake. I was farther away when I witnessed an illegal dumping on Reynes Street. The two men did this in an extreme rush and sped off, dragging the trailer tailgate behind them. The awkward and loud chain of events created quite a scene, and yet it drew no attention at all. I could still hear them as they rounded a corner down the wrong way of a one-way street, with sparks flying behind them. Coincidentally, I later saw the same truck/trailer in the French Quarter loading furniture trash from a renovation project that was in progress.


I stopped by the Make it Right Foundations Park Installation [29.969987, -90.021902] and I was intrigued by one of the exhibits. This was once an alive and dense neighborhood. The red houses were destroyed by the hurricane, and the black houses are all that are surviving or have been replaced to this day.


Brad Pitt, a renowned actor in the United States, is praised as being a catalyst for recovery efforts and a main funding agent in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. He is the founder of the Make it Right Foundation, a non-profit organization that was established in 2007 to aid in the environmentally friendly rebuilding of New Orleans. My opinion is, however, that they were unsuccessful in fostering new growth in the community partially due to the functional premise and visual aesthetic of the new housing. The colorful, contemporary architecture was a blatant contrast to the existing neighborhood that once thrived in the Ninth Ward. The original neighborhood was born out of a piecemeal growth, an organic supply and demand at that time. It was affordable to the poor, and it had its own culture spawned from it, a black southern culture thick with spirit so I learned.

Thom Mayne, originator of the architecture firm, Morphosis, designed one of the most successful homes in the flood zone, called The Float House. I thought this house had the function and spirit of what a new 9th Ward house could be. Check it out: https://www.morphosis.com/architecture/126/

Frank Gehry’s house on the contrary was an oddity in form and function and it was confusing seeing it in this context. It felt like it turned its back on the original culture that once was and became a selfish icon that did not function nor fit in to the context [past/present].

A few locals expressed to me that they thought the houses missed the mark. After seeing them first-hand, I think it was not as right as it could have been–but it was a solid attempt to re-build.
Leona Tate is the curator of a small museum and memorial, located within the Lower Ninth. We talked about how the neighborhood used to be. It was a poor black neighborhood that somehow managed to create its own unique and dynamic culture. It was a very spiritual and precious place for those who made their homes there. This is now gone to the powers that were and the powers that be to gentrify a place and negate the culture that once was.

While in the Lower Ninth Ward Living Museum, I came across Jane Fulton Alt’s book, Look and Leave. I later purchased this.

Crossing over the Industrial Canal.
When I was visiting I could see how the gentrification has consumed the Bywater and parts of Holy Cross Neighborhoods. Making these areas different. I do not think this is bad nor good, it just is — a new form of growth.

Passing through Bywater and if you look closely you can see a faded red x code that was spray painted on the house.
A local architect told me that the pump stations are still not fully functional. If there was another levee failure or a hurricane event as powerful as Katrina, the results would be catastrophic once again. We spoke of the foundation systems and soils reports that were ignored by a corrupt bureaucratic system that approved construction in a floodplain where no homes should have even been allowed. An uninformed population lost everything when the neglected pump systems failed, and the bureaucrats and developers still made their money.
Check out Jimmy Stamp’s write up that I have shared in the, Re-building of New Orleans within a link towards to the bottom of this entry.

The Music Box village beyond.

Who Dat tag walking through Bywater on Chartes Street.

The Lower Ninth Ward of New Orleans flooded by Hurricane Katrina. Before Katrina, the Lower Ninth Ward was a working-class and predominantly African-American neighborhood just outside the city's historic center.
Here are some links that I found while doing additional research:
Katrina + 5: An X-Code Exhibition
Blackwater Operations during Katrina. Erik Prince petitioned to be there from my findings and made some profit. Not sure what the mission statement was to the [boots on the ground = mercs] on the ground, but solid help would have been amazing on the one ones stuck, instead of focusing on the looters. I was not there but my findings are very mixed. Check out some of these videos that I came across: Shadow Ops, an overview of what went down: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xM9p2UxelFQ Jeremy Scahill's interview of being there and bringing specific insights into matters: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lNsqv7DWFw Blackwater Ops during Katrina from a one person perspective: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuBKmPQlJ-M Shenanigans from residents: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM-rAK0DxdY From a news feed from RT, The Unheard Story of Hurricane Katrina: Blackwater, White Militias & Community Empowerment: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWmVHjw3HrU Rebuilding New Orleans. Some links that were motivating: Jimmy Stamp's write up: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/the-debate-continues-over-how-to-rebuild-new-orleans-lower-ninth-ward-7942828/
Make It Right, a neighborhood born of Hurricane Katrina and the 2005 flood, published in 2015 brings a
positive spotlight on Pitt's MiRF: https://www.nola.com/katrina/index.ssf/2015/08/make_it_right_hurricane_katrin.html
Gentrification of NOLA: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euMx24xBX04
This holiday card is dedicated to, Barbara Ellen Phillips Pearce who was a major influencer to those who passed through her life. She passed away this year of natural causes–this was an unfortunate loss for all who spent time with her.
This photograph was taken in Crested Butte, Colorado in December of 1963. She was getting her master’s in physical education at Western State College. She was working as a server at Kochevar’s Saloon where she met my father who tended bar and was a cook there.
I was having a beer with a friend of mine, Mike Ream, and discussing ideas about the card. He often gives me suggestions about the holiday cards when we reflect on the closing of the year–mainly my mom. Mike brought up the idea of a snowman looking at her, perhaps from another dimension and the theme was set. This idea felt right and somehow incorporating the below photograph because it felt like closure in the best of terms. In one aspect, I wanted to say cheers to her for all she was and the other of her saying cheers to all of you–nothing says it better than her expression, holding a beer and a cigarette while sitting on a keg of beer.


I took a pattern from the Winter Solstice Card and an image from the White Witch card and merged them to create and overlay on the photograph. This was to suggest a themed spirit world where she could be, and this was her attitude from a part of her life that looked blissful. I then deconstructed a snowman card that I created many years ago and took the imprinted tag from it. I pasted it onto one of the kegs she was sitting on—like it was actually tagged.


After morphing the card based on the concepts, I had her purple sharpie pen that she used when she wrote out her gift cards–I had to do the same. I also changed hues of images/sketches to purple and added in the purple text running vertical: Barbara Ellen Phillips Pearce, Crested Butte, December 12, 1963.


2020 Holiday Card - Never Say Die. This card was created by adding masks to the snowmen featured on a holiday card from a previous year. I was having a conversation about wearing masks, and the first image that came to my mind was from the cover of the Black Sabbath Album called 'Never Say Die'. The name was fitting, and many songs off this album seemed to resonate with reflections on this past year...A Long Road. There was a death in the family and the covid-19 pandemic has been what seems a continuous setback. I manipulated the pilots to the card for this expression of 2020.

The original album cover.
Charlie Marc Wrenn was one of my first great friends whom I have never met in person. He was a door opener, reader, thinker, and a maker. He inspired me to make more of my Holiday Cards because he liked them so much which motivated and moved me. There is so much more to this story but Marc passed away this year devastating all that knew him and some who knew they were lucky enough to share or cross a path with him. 1959-2019. Miss you brother and I am grateful for all you brought to the table--godspeed!

Design Intent: I wanted to keep the sketch of Marc really loose like an abstraction that Marc has left our reality--ghosting. I keep the matters he loved most from what I knew of him, looking for him. Looking for him, like when you gaze upon the vastness of the sea mesmerized by your own thoughts...contemplating the unexplainable at times. Marc and his seaworthy dory beyond are facing head on--matters that be. The sailboat almost on the horizon with seagulls circling, moves onward in the sublime sea. I had to give Frosty his fishing pole and I think Marc would have enjoyed the skeleton fish hanging from it. The 2019 Holiday Card is because of Marc, Fisherman Wrenn! Cheers mate wherever you may roam.

25MAY12, originally created.
25MAY19 rev 2.
31OCT26 rev 3.

To all my brothers and sisters this note is a special shout out to my old unit 1/6 STA. We were in Panama/PI but what now is the current situation? War[s], and they can be fuckery, it is complicated on both sides of the border/fence/gun, that it just becomes a sacrifice, for all that are there, been there and going there.

Memorial Day is the reflection, a remembrance, of lost life due to wars, battles, training, post service, and fighting + standing up for the right of FREEDOM–a belief, an ideology, a faith in brotherhood/sisterhood and a form of appreciating/respecting/standing up for life on earth. Perhaps we have lost sight of our wars and worldly ways of how others see and respect the world. Education and the search for truth is the key to opening these doors of a universal acceptance to those who respect and cherish life. There were times in the past when I did not respect life or really understand it for that matter, but I am very fond of it to this day and grateful to be part of it.

Marine Corps Infantry, the essence of the “suck“. 0311

USS Saipan, Ships Log 1986 August 29th: COMPHIB STRIKE FORCE, RADM Fogarty and COM MAR STRIKE FORCE, BGEN Caulfield embarked. CH 46 from HMM 162 crashed while taking off from Flight Deck with members of BLT 1/6 “C” Company on board. Thirteen survivors, two found dead and six missing, presumed dead.

USS Saipan, Ships Log 1986 September 1st: U.S. Amphibious Force conducts amphibious demonstration landing in Malangen Fjord. LGEN Gray, USMC, on board. Conducted Memorial Service in Hangar Bay for departed shipmates from HMM 162 and BLT 1/6.

Living Blog Post. I make a holiday card most every year to reflect back on the year, what was the final outcome or the latest vibe prior to designing it. I usually do a hand sketch and study it for a bit looking for patterns or a direction I feel it needs to move towards. Then I test theses ideas and they either become or morph into another mood/image. Here is some of the process sketches.








The cards are designed as post cards, 3x5 and 4x6. Presently they are free to download and share. To see all the cards visit here: https://carbon-vudu.us/holiday-cards/ The first card that I designed is the first one that comes up of the black and white snowman scribble. It was a very difficult time in my life and it was titled as such.
As the years followed I had a small handful of people that actually liked them, some liked the darkness/creepiness and perhaps associated it with the year that transpired. Not all the years seem to be bright and cheery as the mainstream leads us to think. These cards are my reflections of the past years. I hope you enjoy some if not one of them. Happy Holidays, Michael Pearce
30APR09







