I watched this video of Kristan Horton talking about photography helping address a desire to be everywhere at once, and off I went. Imagining the scene behind the glowing motor inn window Christmas Eve, my own shoes scuffling a dusty roadside as yet unvisited, pining for the multitude of compelling eras I can’t live. Intimate terrain, wordless lifelong companion.
From a small square of lcd screen, you can only imagine how beguiling Holly King’s photographs of multimedia models would be if you saw them in their fullsize chromogenic glory. Unless you are like my gallery-mate, who found them garish and so would likely prefer less visual information. But you are not like her. She is wrong, and you are right, and now you must remember to watch for Holly King work hanging near you.
There is a corner of Engine Gallery that flips my Lynch switch. I am gliding towards a mysterious item, and as detail increases, so does the attraction. But now repulsion begins to creep in. I can’t stop. I arrive at the item. The depth below the perfect surface of the sphere beguiles. And in the depth –
Chaos and Cacophany!
Strands and puddles and murk and spray and all of it feeling very vulnerable and violent. Spilled.
The gallerist approaches and tells me that the series was created in response to Bennett’s experience of her granddaughter’s malignant tumours. I must know more.
There is not much more available online, and as usual it is an exercise in magic-spoiling, the habit I can’t shake. Simple glass, mirror, varnish, embedded items equally common. Bennett is a former executive at TV Ontario. But of course the real magic of art is that unsolveable effect, much more than the sum of its parts. The flip of the switch.
Tumourous work not pictured, but viewable at the link below.
I’ve long had a romantic notion of Copenhagen, dating to my discovery of Karen Blixen. But what I’m feeling now, thanks to Danish Royal Library’s Prevent Movement is less romance and more twitchy crush. It’s been a while since we posted any Dutch love, too, and I’m wondering if perhaps that crush has simply run its course, and whether this post will launch a new series of fawning love letters, from our legendariness to sweet Copenhagen…
All of our weaknesses are here:
Wait – performance inspired by concrete poetry is not a weakness of ours. Yet. We were feelin the poetry inspiration, however: Dane Vagn Steen.
Astrid Lomholt – Love In Arabic
(not the actual sound of Prevent Movement, but rather another piece by the same artist)
See you there. If you can’t make it, meditate on that image while playing the sound file. For those with longer than average attention spans, more may be learned at the links above and below:
This student project is, rightly, going around. I’ve been thinking on the Pshop use, and how it is, here, not for seeing different things but for seeing things differently. Would love this approach applied to auto-tune (not the damn babies crying, people, come on).
Van Goghs Paintings Get Tilt-Shifted 12 pics – My Modern Metropolis.
photo courtesy Amy Hope Dermont
And here are some places you might see, or might have seen What Cheer? Brigade.
We’re working collectively right now, and creating no giant sphinxes, which gives us a whole nother level of esteem in which to hold DEARRAINDROP. These spunky funlords have been working together since 1998, and not only do they create riotous wonderment in many media, they are also valedictorians of Keepin It Real Academy.
Even More Legendary 
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