“When I was in middle school, my English teacher emphasized the fact that ‘the Eiffel Tower’ must be capitalized and accompanied with a definite article, the, in English grammar.”
Han Sungpil presents an interesting project of diptychs over at Lens Culture, built upon some sophisticated thinking about originality.
Thanks Booooooom!, for faithfully bringing the beauty.
This Consequence, 2005
Whitehot interview with the, yes, whitehot, Ryan Gander. Refreshing to read rejection of format/equipment sentimentality in discussion of photography. Reassuring to read respect for art history in an interview with a young artist whose practice includes the avant garde. Image above pinched from Vvork, which explains that the white tracksuit with embroidered stains in dark red thread “is worn by an arts administrator, curator, gallerist, director or invigilator associated with the institution exhibiting the work whenever they are present in the exhibition space.” Run, Ryan, run. We are rooting for you.
Ahhhhhhhhhh. Yeah, I could almost drop a tab after this. Almost.
Just saw this joyous collaboration of James Dawe and Fallon, wherein he has adorned their die cut cover of the re-printed One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich with his gleaming and exploding collage goodness. I was transported back to my first experience of the novel, during my eleventh summer: the summer of solitude and self-discovery. Solzhenitsyn’s depictions were so rich, I was romanticizing even *gruel*, hating Mom’s stew a little less when I was made to eat it. Now go check out Dawe’s stuff.
Luh-uv Roberto Paci Dalo’s soundscape Napoli Atlas, posted at Soundwalk Editions recently. “Like an acoustical film without images” they say. Redundant language aside, the cinematic analogy is a good one, with a coffee bar lending a sense of narrative, while electronic and other less organic sounds keep you suspended in manipulation.
SOUNDWALK.COM/BLOG › Roberto Paci Dalo | Editions – Issue #1.
Graeme needs to change the name of his website, as it excludes all of his work but the animation (the name excludes work, not the site – the site is fairly comprehensive). The animation was the first work of his that I saw, which would be the case for most people I would think, access to YouTube being much greater than access to galleries presenting his installations. Monkey and Deer, excerpted above, completely mesmerized me with its slow, quiet expressiveness emerging from a gorgeous and intricate model set.
I did not know that it was but one part of a larger body of work incorporating sculpture and robotics, inspired by the tiny Saskatchewan village of Woodrow, where Patterson’s grandfather had lived. Graeme actually moved to the town from his home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and created the work over three years.
I’ve meant to post about Patterson for some time, and his recent rocketride of profile known as the Sobey Art Award has been a constant reminder. His selection as a finalist for the award blasted away a good chunk of my cynicism about such things.
“How can an invitation to step onto a painting of a magic carpet, or throw a coin on to a painting of a wishing well create dialog about the social function of painting?”
This opens up a deep crevasse in my mind, separating my logical inclination to dismiss this idea as unrealistic, from my YAY FUN. I think this can be resolved by a simple (and familiar) self-admonishment: do not overthink, Sasu.
No, instead, just continue to gaze with pleasure upon her lovely works online, and hope for an opportunity to experience them sometime offline.
Kiss Concert Parking Area
Edward Burtynsky’s new work, Oil, is on the move, currently in New York’s Hasted Hunt Kraeutler Gallery and DC’s Corcoran, and soon to appear in Amsterdam at Huis Marseille. Down the calendar a bit, shows are scheduled in Canada and Scotland, as well. You can get the idea from his website, linked below, but of course you really need to be in the room with these large prints for maximum effect.
Lest you dismiss Hello Kitty as a simple children’s franchise, consider a few things with me here. The design is 35 years old now. Celebrating this, 80 artists, including heavy hitters like Ron English, responded to Sanrio’s call to “interpret their creative vision of Hello Kitty” for the anniversary. The link below is to Reuters’ wire item on this. You see what I’m saying? Hello Kitty is foweals, mang. So you can be a hater or a celebrator, but you can no longer turn a blind eye.
PS: Regarding the “three apples” measure, as the Smurfs are EVEN OLDER than HK, does this mean Sanrio was biting Hanna Barbera’s steez on this? Cute connoisseurs: weigh in.
Ha ha.
Even More Legendary 
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