Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
British graffiti artist Banksy has exhibited works in the Brooklyn Museum, the American Museum of Natural History, the newly opened MOMA and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, all without ever being invited or asking permission. He has never had a show, nor sold any of his pieces. His biggest critics it seems are the police, who Banksy persistently scorches as the subject matter in his street graffiti . Sneaking into the museums with a pre-framed piece of his art smuggled in his jacket, Banksy hangs his pieces alongside master works and quietly slips out , leaving his art to reside undetected for sometimes multiple days. If you haven't seen his work yet, slide over [here] for peaceful insurgency in action.
Monday, August 01, 2005
Fashion Fun #1
Fashion. That narcissistic sin of which we are all guilty in indulging. Not me though, I'm unique. I shop at thrift stores and sometimes I make my own clothes. But I'm really not influenced by my surrounding culture when I decide what to buy. Here are a few products for the rest of us. I do recommend making them for yourselves out of far cheaper materials if at all possible. [Read On Here]
Uwe Boll...Hitler's Favorite Director
Let me first say that I have seen only one film by director Uwe Boll, 2003's atrosity to mankind videogame movie House of the Dead. On the same scale as genocide, football and E!TV but taken to a further level of depravity, House of the Dead proved that not only could anyone with proper funding make a film, but that Hollywood also admits mind-rapists into their house parties. Uwe Boll hails to us from Wermelskirchen, Germany - a city which also brought us the electric chair and working on the weekends (sic) - and has become known to all as the only director in Hollywood that will direct any videogame to movie script put in front of him (folklore has it that when a scriptwriter visited his office with nothing but a bleeding tumor on his neck, Uwe told him that he could start shooting in 2 weeks)... (Article Continues Here)
Small talk with Chris
Fan's of Chris Cunnigham's video work (Aphex Twin, Squarepusher, Rubber Johnny) will be delighted that the reclusive (though never to the extent of tank driving Richard D. James) artist has graced Pitchfork Media with an informative interview. My favorite part is his discourse on the difficulty of fully translating a vision out of your head and into the real world. Check this out here.
Penguins good, Americans bad
"In the harshest place on Earth, love finds a way " is the official American tagline for this film. I couldn't find any semblance of love anywhere, except for how much the filmakers love their subject and how much Morgan Freeman loves romanticizing instinctive behavior. Review for Luc Jacquet's wonderful March of the Penguins here.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
I saw The Devil's Rejects last night and found that I had been stripped of my conscience and turned into Rob Zombie's bitch. My wholehearted review is here.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Art school is a fucking head trip.
I'm a recovering artist on summer break from school, living with my parents in Florida and working for my father as a marketing graphic designer at a local spectrometer company (more on that later). I attend the Rhode Island School of Design, as a fine arts major. The semester starts back up in a month, but I'm not quite sure I want to return when the it begins. It has become increasingly difficult for me to make art. I used to feel so engaged when I worked, the process being more of an actually enjoyable hobby rather than the tedious chore it became during my last semester. Art should be a natural process, an extension of your own inner dialogue coming out into the real world. It was for me an exploration, both of myself and of my surroundings. Art can also be an unhealthy investigation of your ego, and this past year my relationship with this process became just that.
As I painted, I stopped doing it for pleasure and began to be concerned only with my devlopment. I would spend many nights working from early evening until early afternoon the next day, kept going by caffeine in a dingy basement lit with clamp-lights. This constant isolation and stress that went into every piece I made was turning me into a recluse. I had totally lost sight of my own vision. My drawings and paintings had become a sterile product of technique, lacking any real personality or life, while the anatomy, light, depth and composition were all dead on. I could create a drawing that appeared real and appeared to have a lifeforce behind it, but beyond the technique - it was an illusion. They were lacking that breath of life that makes an illusion become real.
Besides my divorce from art, I also felt disconnected from everything outside of my school. As our political climate complicated, I felt powerless to react. I had fallen into a dumb slumber, pumping out my scheduled paintings and drinking heavily on the weekends, and never made any effort to fight for a cause that I felt strongly about. I wanted to travel, to be educated in more of an academic setting, to understand the natural world on a level past what I read in National Geographic, and to have a more active social life. This is not to say that an artist can't use their artistic talents as a vessel for alternative causes. I'm saying that I cant. I have a bit of a problem focusing on multiple objectives in my life, kind of an all or nothing type of person. Throwing myself into a passion is easy, but balancing multiple passions is not.
So, I'm taking a break from visual arts for awhile, thinking about possibly going to another school - New College in Florida - to study anthropology. Or political science....or film. Turning away from art when it has long been a constant in your life feels like getting a clean slate. I can do anything now, but how does one decide what to do?