I can tell from this Jasper Walking series. I went to her site to learn more about her Flickr moons and suns, and the next thing I know I’m removed from time, just walking right along with Jasper, loving walking, loving seasons, loving neighbourhoods, loving Jasper, occasionally wondering about the endlessness of the series of images, wondering but not worrying because I have been released from time, and then not even wondering anymore and just click click click walking with Jasper.
Umbrico : Jasper Walking.
The symbol representing Jessica Eaton. These symbols come up in your browsing dialogue popup whozits, and you never really know if it’s a lost in machine translation thing or intentional. But I like to think of the triangulating dots as Jessica’s mark. Why not?
I just came across this work, and I am spontaneously popping it in here due to Substantial Initial Connection. See Everything Has Changed Anyway and her Lee Filter work, Spectrum. See Cultivated Mystique and her Quantum Pong. Not making any connection other than flash card, mind you. Haven’t read about process yet. Just sharing the instantaneous recognition of shared marks.
. : Jessica Eaton.
Frank Shebageget is an Anishnabe (Ojibwa) installation artist from Northwestern Ontario, now based in Ottawa. His work is at once familiar and strange – familiar materials and iconography, presented in surprising forms. And once you’re contemplating that mashup, you are likely to go on to contemplate his themes of consumption and colonialism. My corvid taste and monkey mind are normally drawn to flashier, more complicated installation. Note that the photo I chose does not support my description of the work. But feeling the clean simplicity of this work, I wonder if there is hope for me yet. Shebageget has brand new work at the Carleton gallery right now until August 22. If you won’t be able to visit, you’ll have to settle for pictures on a website.
We don’t actually believe that, of course, which is why we will start in all caps: DO NOT VISIT THE TARGET OF THIS POST IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE LOOKING AT PORNY NAKED DUDES.
If you do visit, you will be treated to clever commentary on crazy photos collected from the internet. True cleverness, not the juvenile lampoon ubiquitous on sites like Unhappy Hipsters. You will likely read multiple posts, because LD offers more than just lulz – the commentators’ interiors-savvy gives the posts a pleasing weight, pointing out elements such as escritoires and Frank Frazetta prints. But the real triumph here is the consistently decor-focussed commentary juxtaposed with images whose focus was never intended to be the setting. And there you are, looking past the what-is-he-putting-in-his-bum, to the vinyl tablecloth. Genius.
LURID DIGS : Horrifying Gay Amateur Interiors.
Acknowledging that there is very little new under the internet sun, we do still avoid insta-reblog, particularly from heavy traffic sites like Wooster. Unless forced. And forced we are, by the captivating garden installations of Julio Costa. Feel the delight! Then visit his Flickr, which contains much much more, like painting with light, just plain painting, toy art, straight up graffiti, and social work. While you are visiting there, we will be hatching a plan to visit his gardens…
Flickr: julio costa graffitis Photostream.
A very small detail of You Can Live Forever In Paradise On Earth #4. The huge rest is all like this. Or all different from this. We are pissed at Beautiful Decay because they led us to believe you could hear the audio Simmons and Burke match with this stuff on the website. Or we are grateful to them.
The card on the wall says “2 channel video, miniature model, mirrors, glass, black light, ghost video, cut-out projection, audio, false walls”. Makes you instantly dig for the price of admission, doesn’t it? Hoffos has said in interviews that he feels artists should give themselves a second childhood. Entering a carnivalesque installation like Scenes From The House Dream feels like joining him there. Learning the grownup thinking behind this atmospheric trip (Jung, bla bla, house as self, bla bla) does not break the spell – it only adds the sensation of the top of the head raising like a drawbridge, giving your moat some air. The work is currently touring out of the National Gallery of Canada.
From 2007, Semiconductor’s hypnotic portrait of Kings Cross. Blieve we make money not art pointed me to this either directly or indirectly.
Time Out of Place.
Top: Rachel Granofsky. Bottom: Charlie Engman.
Clicked to Rachel Granofsky‘s site from Wooster’s post of her fun perspective tricks. There I discovered a different series, some of which reminded me of some of Charlie Engman‘s work. What do you think?
We are uptight about our regular online destinations. With limited time and limitless destinations, decisions on whether to view something even once are made hastily and with enormous anti-click bias. Decisions on whether to subscribe or follow or bookmark or otherwise invest repeated time in a site are made with less haste but even more reticence.
The Os Gêmeos blog reassures me that we have not gone too far with the filter. It’s not in English and includes something that prevents Google translate from working. It’s not part of any of our existing “follow factories” like Tumblr or Posterous or Flickr. (There is a link to Flickr but it returns a locked or possibly empty account). It appears not to be designed, not even mediated by the designs of a blogging platform. Yet we visit regularly, using that clunky old school system of memory and bookmark.
The contents range from the expected (documentation of their work), to the classic (“watch this music video we love”), to the whimsical (snapshots of their travels, some with Portugese commentary that would have to be clipped offsite for translation). Scrolling the page, the overall feeling is – surprise – Os Gêmeos: colourful, human, joyful.
And perhaps the absence of bells, whistles, or even helpful features is part of the experience that keeps us coming back. It’s not a gallery with perfect light and soft seating. It’s a wall viewed from inside a speeding train.