Thursday, October 14, 2010
http://www.teamgal.com/exhibitions/179
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
deemed appropriate?
NEW ART...
It's not very simple or possible for me to say what represents 'new art'. I've pondered and entertained the idea for a week now with the conclusion that art just seems to be old and new at every moment of history, the present, and the future. There's always a reference to old, hope for new, hope for a better, fascination with the worst, obsession with darkness and distortion, preaching the 'gospel' of the next mode of salvation. The beauty of art is that there is always a rebirth of similar intentions, aesthetics, and so on and so forth.
Pin me down! Make me tell you something?...
Immediate Response:
1.Gothic portraits of fantasy
Basket of Truth
Charles Thompson
It's not very simple or possible for me to say what represents 'new art'. I've pondered and entertained the idea for a week now with the conclusion that art just seems to be old and new at every moment of history, the present, and the future. There's always a reference to old, hope for new, hope for a better, fascination with the worst, obsession with darkness and distortion, preaching the 'gospel' of the next mode of salvation. The beauty of art is that there is always a rebirth of similar intentions, aesthetics, and so on and so forth.
Pin me down! Make me tell you something?...
Immediate Response:
1.Gothic portraits of fantasy
2. Jeff Coons (Egotistical Art)
3. Stuckism (New to me)
http://www.stuckism.com/stuckistmanifesto.html#manifest
Charles Thompson
Seth Maguire Back from India
Charles Thompson
4. "Borrowed Commercial Photography"
http://www.moma.org/interactives/exhibitions/2010/newphotography/
Friday, October 8, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
conviviality
Start: Please press play... When Water Comes to Life-Cloud Cult
it's hard to track the beginnings down, what goes around comes around and you can never be sure where this thing initiated itself, but it rushes around circularly, winding, winding, twining around my obsessed mind and knowing that it will find refuge and sew a whole crop full of creations. the overwhelming children of imagination wander through the forests and I hear there whispers. at first, the voices are jumbling, mumbling muffled sounds- these are the ideas that push through the walls in my brain and eventually drip out my eyes, ears, mouth and nose. they're pouring out uncontrollably like water into a pierced bowl, cascading mermaids of nerves, excitement, and impulse.
slow down the speed, recognize what it is you're doing jesse...THEN LOSE IT! go go go, follow your intuition, your soul will take over your mind. let the mind go on vacation and travel to the memories of dreams dreaming and schemes scheming. hello poppy, hi mustache, hey clocks, take me to another time. I want to go to the faire, the circus, the underground of misfit toys.
oh, what's this? a something in front of me? what are you little buddy? where do you come from? I've felt you inside me before, I think.... no I'm sure of it. your were the fire burning in my belly, the white noise in my head. I dreamt of you and instantly fell into obsession. it's happening again... I'm giving you too much attention, you nag of a thing, to want to know you right now is a burden. please understand, it's detrimental to your evolution that I know you. wait... wade... weight... I've released you from my grip and now the circus calls...
it's hard to track the beginnings down, what goes around comes around and you can never be sure where this thing initiated itself, but it rushes around circularly, winding, winding, twining around my obsessed mind and knowing that it will find refuge and sew a whole crop full of creations. the overwhelming children of imagination wander through the forests and I hear there whispers. at first, the voices are jumbling, mumbling muffled sounds- these are the ideas that push through the walls in my brain and eventually drip out my eyes, ears, mouth and nose. they're pouring out uncontrollably like water into a pierced bowl, cascading mermaids of nerves, excitement, and impulse.
slow down the speed, recognize what it is you're doing jesse...THEN LOSE IT! go go go, follow your intuition, your soul will take over your mind. let the mind go on vacation and travel to the memories of dreams dreaming and schemes scheming. hello poppy, hi mustache, hey clocks, take me to another time. I want to go to the faire, the circus, the underground of misfit toys.
oh, what's this? a something in front of me? what are you little buddy? where do you come from? I've felt you inside me before, I think.... no I'm sure of it. your were the fire burning in my belly, the white noise in my head. I dreamt of you and instantly fell into obsession. it's happening again... I'm giving you too much attention, you nag of a thing, to want to know you right now is a burden. please understand, it's detrimental to your evolution that I know you. wait... wade... weight... I've released you from my grip and now the circus calls...
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