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Art-portunities |
November 21st, 2007 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: Out of Nowhere- Charlie Parker
Feeling: jocund
As I consider Art History/Curatorial Studies, things to bear in mind:
Redux is hiring for Summer 08. Need to drop off my resume over winter holidays.
The High Museum in Atlanat is also looking for interns. Their website has updated information availabe in January!
Smithsonian has an abundance of internships for undergraduates, the just-graduated, and graduate students. Fabulously good news!
And the reach-internships are at places like Centre Georges Pompidou, Jeu de Paume, L'Orangerie, the MoMA, the Whitney, the Metropolitan Museum of Art,the Guggenheim, the New Museum of contemporary art, Fusion Art Museum, Cooper-Union Hewitt, deYoung Museum, the SoMA, and the Drawing Center (this is rotational... a plus!). Some are paid, other are unpaid/volunteer.
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The Singular Eye |
November 16th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
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At the bottom of the Grand Canyon there was a helicopter launch pad, a vacant house and a lonely basketball goal. These were objective objects of a still life. To whom they belonged didn’t matter. These misfits were art factual, insightful and somewhat turned upside down by their strange appearance here. Like a purgatory for domestic disturbances- caught between a picket fence-contained life and the junkyard.
Two hours ago we had begun our slow descent down the steepest staircase into one of the most elegant and exquisite archives of the Earth’s life and times. Flora and fauna long extinct envelop the walls; the very dust in the air is primordial. When you enter this place there is a sense of wonder and amazement. You have expectations for it- to surpass, to conquer, to inspire, to discover. Though the very reason for its existence is not to evoke a response from you. Here tacit eternal constants such as time and space reign supreme. It is this realization that abandons you to silent wonder.
Light plays an interesting role in this place. Its source becomes your source for blisters, complaint, and exhaustion. But it also illuminates the otherwise cool mauves and violets, orchestrating a well-rehearsed tonal palette of rust reds and oranges that warm up for sunrise in a spectacular and bright ballet. It is the animator of everything. To think this all cycles back to its stellar inception as a nebulous ball of dust and gas! The debut is over sooner than it begins and by noon a new act de force takes over; nothing is exempt. The pervasiveness of the sun is a harsh reminder of the quickly forgotten truth that so many hikers and explorers shun- this place is feral and unfriendly. We are merely the guests of an opulent and inhospitable host. The house rules here were written before our time.
Your predecessors- human and nonhuman- leave artifacts of their journey along the way. Sometimes you can place your very foot in their boot-tracks. Or examine the scalar detail of a snakeskin crumpled like the topographic forms that surround you. Flashfloods and stagnant air provide favorable conditions for momentary fossilization. These minute visual detours are mind-consuming and self-directed; derivatives of inward reflection and outward scope. Without conscious effort something is engendering change in subtle pathways both physical and metaphysical.
The scenery is also changing. Your global viewpoint is being dwarfed and narrowed; this inversion of perspective- looking down on something versus looking up at something else- marks your progression in altitude. All around you there are bio-spheric changes that serve as a referential. Lush shifts to spare and prosperity to minimalism in the form of balsam fir and moss to Spanish bayonets and sagebrush.
All of this says nothing for what incredible after images the sun burns into your memory of the place. I can transport myself there even now. I envision luminous striations of ferric rich burgundy and there is so much iron the air smells like a forge. It is in places such as these where boundaries and expectations are re-shaped and formed into an alloy of ideas that we access moments of transcendence. They are glimpses into a higher state invisible to the singular eye.
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James T. Demetrion Lecture at the Hirshhorn |
November 9th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: Sour times- Portishead
Feeling: grumpy
Ellsworth Kelly a la Yves-Alain Bois
Red and White, 1961
was a detour from his colored panels, he chose to ignore prior color block panels
Kelly uses an avoidance theory, was drawn to the self-expression of modernism,was "practicing a history of art without a name"
Why would Kelly do that? Vacany of non-invention. There wasn't anything that Picasso hadn't already done except erase himself, which Kelly did exceptionally well.
Sash window at the Musee de l'art Moderne
A panel with a block of black and two panes of white on a gray block same dimensions as the black. Nobody every suspected the source.
Collages were paintings of scraps of his own drawings that he threw onthe floor but these are still seen as abstract, not as effortless art-making. They still have the semblance of invention or "I paint, I draw, I sculpt, therefore I am."
He went to a grid. A symbol of randomness, no effort at representation, every effort at NON-COMPOSITION.
1950s He returns to the US after formative years in Paris. Was at end of rope financially but upon return, felt himself a foreigner is his own country. Frustrated by being mistaken as a geometric abstract expressionist.
Grids were like language.Each color or component a letter. At this point though he did not make words. This came later, during his rockers phase when he discovered curves and made 'logos', a visual word.
These biomorphic shapes include Red and White, 1961. Only one sketch was made for this painting while the rest were sketched and resketched many times. Negative space and color are fighting in this series. It is a game of optical illustion- which one is winning?
Rockers (1980s) were "pliage" or folding exercises. Like sandwiches. Representation of the hemispheres of the brain. Ovoids and trapezoids,not really abstractions of the natural world.Just shapes and colors.
Matrix of the grid relates to this matrix of qualities that have established Kelly as a premier artist of the post-war modernist period: can all be traced to his formative years. Variety, diversity, singularity of vision and longevity.
Ellsworth Kelly on color. Tells a story about colored panels (Painting for a white wall):
Critic asks What color theory did you do?
EK: No theory. Just a painting withcolors.
Critic: Sure looks like it.
Influences: Calder's mobiles, friend deKooning who said "he names the color"
Method: Starts with yellow (mid of spectrum) and works to purple
During VWar he made gray paintings, felt embarrassed to be painting bright colors.Later on at the Met 8 years after the war 1979 a docent said there are alot of young people interested in these. He said too late.
"One centimeter of blue is not the same blue as one meter of blue." Ellsworth Kelly
Social/political commentary in his paintings?
Hmm, not really. Maybe. "Just continuing what I started..." Looking for his form like Picasso when he found African sculpture and this lead him to Cubism.
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Pater familias |
October 31st, 2007 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: keyboard strokes
Dreamed of Papa last night. I had invited a friend over to play spades and when I answered the door, Papa was there.
He said he could not eat anything when I offered him something to eat or drink.
Then I was in a school-style cafeteria, in a cold sweat of panic looking for him. I could not find him anywhere. There was mockery from people eating their lunches whose faces were blurred like smudges of paint; I explained I had lost my grandfather.
No concept of time in your dreams. Maybe 10 minutes later or a matter of seconds, I found him. He was sitting in the dark chestnut voltaire. We were at the house on 111 Lake Forest Trail and I could hear those wooden beads clinking on the harpischord hanging on the back of the door. I intra-closed my eyes and shut inside my sleeping eyes my seeing eyes saw amber and fern-green light prisms refracting on the windowsill above the sink. I remember feeling like I could walk up the stairs and retrieve the striped linen sack that held the blueprints for building cedar castles on Oriental rugs. |
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Left Brain/Right Brain |
October 30th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: Planet Telex- Radiohead
Einstein's autopsy revealed abnormalities in the size of his central cortex. They concluded this has an impact on genius capacity. To think beyond one realm and seamlessly coordinate information between the two lobes produces a higher plane of thought. Interesting though, he could not tie his own shoe laces.
I think this is why I may be drawn to science illustration. I can't tie my shoelaces either.
No, what I really mean is that I know I can do many things- and I do them well. In recognition of this ability, my mentors have over the years lived their dreams through me. I have never stepped outside of my ambitions to ask crucial questions like "Is this what me, I, myself want to do?" Because I know this is what so-and-so desires for me to do and this path would guarantee entrance to a graduate school. But I have never stopped to consider I was pursuing my ambitions for the wrong reasons (eg, glory, money).
I would however like to be successful in whatever I do. Full realization of my goals will never happen though, unless I retrace these plans of action to their point of origin. The first step is deciding what I really want.
PhD in Geology? in Painting?
Associates Degree in Science Illustration?
Medical Degree?
As disconnected from reality as this may sound, I am in a unique position where the wealth of opportunities poses more ambiguities than it does afford an easy choice among equally viable options because I simply am too inclined to pursue all of them.
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Idea Bank Deposit |
October 26th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: Beck- E Pro
Feeling: indifferent
Indoctrination of Flight
Parking lots after a steady rain
Puddles of oil on blacktop pavement
Birds puddling like butterflies
Nutritious habit
Evaporites form after the rain
Renourishment, feeding
Pigeons?
Lowly, curious creatures
Unassuming…
Explore how they sense my presence
Can their birdbrains detect suspense?
Gunshot stimulus
Feedback loop
Mirrors in our existence
How do we cope with fear?
The spontaneity, alarm and rush of flight
Why so many pioneers were drawn to it
Bush plane in Alaska
Elevation of the body and the soul
Perspective shift signals dopamine
Continuous frame camera right at their takeoff
Characterize their flight pattern
Is it cohesive or disconnected or fleeting?
Run camera for 1 minute from their takeoff …
Single frame of empty parking lot
Single frame of birds in formation above buildings
End destination: another parking lot, a tree, a field?
Done in series:
Ideally,
a Soviet style concrete top floor of the parking garage scene right at sunset
Sullivan’s Island (gulls instead of pigeons, good contrast) where the undertow is strong, violent waves- a dark blue or gray sky
Archdale Street near the two churches or Trumbo Street alley at dusk (flashbulb)
INter MEDIA RES
Name of freelance illustration company
Indoor Amazonia
Trellis pattern of nylon fishing line to support Devils Ivy or Pathos ( a non foot-sprouting variety)
Buy morel mushroom or a shittake mushroom kit and time lapse film of it growing... ::::: !!! Speed up time lapse using Movie Editor (new Leopard application).
Charles Linnaeus botany sketches, naturalist sketches on parchment. Visual data mining to find a tattoo to put on my left arm.
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Gramophometric explorer |
October 25th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: Cristenamo- Ernesto Leucona
Feeling: screwed
Once upon three hundred and sixty five days ago...
Loved and lost times two
Moibus strips and metronomes
What would Escher do?
Took a...
Vacation of the thinking mind, the making mind, the waking mind.
Brief intermission from art,the kind that indulges itself to the organic sounds of charcoal biting paper.
Journey northward, soliloquoying after aptitudes for greatness.
Sabbatical from good vibrations.
Had...
High times and fireside laughter.
Studious, bald-headed impulses.
Everyday tragedies, internal civil wars, and nothing.
Schematical views of action on the molecular level but moot by virtue of sterile reason.
Would change...
Everything and nothing.
Dreams of...
Professional utopia.
Artistic endeavors.
Taking things one step further.
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Reality Cheque |
February 3rd, 2006 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: Honestly Ok- Dido
Feeling: affectionate
News!
Boyfriend.
He's a graduate student, 26 years old, studying violin and classical music. Hot accent. He's from the Slovak Republic and I do'nt care about PDA. I cannot keep my hands off of him when we're together.
I'm thinking Man Rays photograph of the woman violin.
Job.
I'm a serveuse in a French bistro. 21 hours per week.
18 hours of coursework.
African Geology, Evolution, Language and Culture of France, French Grammar, Yoga, African Studies and French Cinema.
New friends.
Roommate change. I love Sophie!!! She actually has a personality.
Old friends abroad.
Luca my love is in Europe spring semester.
Feeling older.
Feeling more in touch with my inner self.
Realizing there are more stressors. The give and take of growing older carries weight. You get more respect. You get more sources of stress.
15 pounds lighter. Yes! 113. 13 more to go.
Want to look good in a little black dentelle.
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Double Your Merriment |
December 25th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
Listening to: Bohemian Like You- The Dandy Warhols
Feeling: baffled
Extravagance. They out-did themseves again!
I got many beautiful gifts from many beautiful people-
Lorcan gave me a yucca root plant.
Kerranna gave me handmade soaps.
Elizabeth-Anne made a pillow with the Eiffel Tower underneath it 'Ah, Paris' on the front and College of Charleston+Lauren=FUN on the back.
Nana and Grandpa gave me a 50 dollar gift certificate to Urban.
Nikki gave me turquoise heels and a necklace in a trinket box with feathers and ceramic beads on it.
Jason and Amanda gave me a 25 dollar gift certificate to BAM.
Amberjade gave me a gorgeous pair of turquoise themed earrings.
Barbie Jean got me a reversible two toned earrings and an elfish teal and burnt umber scarf in faux suede.
and .... a trip to Seattle, all expenses paid.
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Designs |
December 20th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
Close minded father. He does not understand anything outside his personal beliefs.
He asked me what the argument on intelligent design clause meant and I told him it states there is a supreme being (not declared as God) that governs the ecological systems on earth. He responds with We all know it is God.
I say yeah, that's your opinion. The meat of the argument, not necessarily my stance on the matter, rules out scientific method. It says everything you've read in your textbook about the writings of Charles Darwin is false...
I think including this presupposes fact. By simply including it, it rules out any possible scientific explanation and relies on fatalism to explain phenomenon which are actually not phenomenon if we can learn to explain the universe through exploration and discovery.
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