tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58759625260092818122024-03-13T20:56:38.042-06:00Alex Alvis Artsharing secrets to creating art while creating an art businessAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-6245273992867522442015-06-15T12:40:00.000-06:002015-06-15T12:40:41.968-06:00Monday, June 15th 2015I do have a work related announcement. One of my sculptures is in a show right now in downtown Loveland. And go to this show and the Governor's Art Show too. It's a great month for viewing art if you're going to be in the area.<br />
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WoW. It's been awhile since I've posted, yes? It happens. Life. The list of things to do gets so long that something falls off it...right off the edge. ________________B<br />
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So. What's been going on? Well. Lets see. <br />
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More ranch fencing, gardening projects, 3 colds, 1 round of anti-botics, a vacation, some family happenings, a couple of new calves, rain, rain, and more rain, home improvements, a new building for horses, ah. Horseback riding lessons. The highlight of every week. I remembered something I had forgotten from when I was much younger.<br />
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I am completely happy when I am on the back of a horse. Completely and totally. <br />
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I am very happy in the presence of most any living being, really. I love to sculpt them, true. But that act is once removed from being with them, interacting with them. I love when my cat is in my lap and she's purring and I can look at her fuzzy face and see each single hair on her nose. It's a wonder.<br />
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In church on Sunday the sermon was about (among other things) presenting ourselves one way but behaving another. The number of sermons we've had for these last months about drawing the circle wider have been many but as our guest pastor pointed out, then on Monday we tend to fall back into old ways of being divisionary, exclusionary, because we believe we know what is right and those who agree with us are wise and those who don't are fools...obviously. That the opposite of Love is not Hate, it's Fear.<br />
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I think we listen to that fear through the voice in our heads. Everyone has that voice inside their heads. It's funny to me that when we're listening to it, or speaking from it we say, I say, "I'm just thinking." This is the chattering voice. It's shrill sometimes, it's self-righteous sometimes, or jealous, or well...it's giving voice to many variations of fear. It really isn't thinking. Bad enough it is when contained in our heads. Much worse if words make it audible to others, if actions make it felt.<br />
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I'm not out among others very often. I stay home and there's a lot to do at our little ranch even if I'm not sculpting. But that voice, my own inside my head, causes a lot of trouble for me just in the company of myself. Much of the time it's full of itself and thinks fame is "the ticket" to what will make it feel good. I know that isn't true. The wish for that comes from fear. Fear of being unimportant.<br />
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Part of my (at least) one prayer to God every day is to make me the type of person he created me to be. <br />
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Little's Voice says "What is it? I WANNA BE A BIG IMPORTANT ___________!!" (fill in the blank)...Little doesn't much care what goes in the blank...Little has Middle Child Syndrome...but not in a <a href="https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/field-guide-families/201210/the-secret-powers-middle-children" target="_blank">good way</a>.<br />
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"Listen Little," (yes, I give this part of me a good talking to on a regular basis) I say, "I love you and you are an important part of me but <u>Shut Up</u>." and then I pray. If Little chatters while I'm praying I'll never get to Amen...so hopefully Little does shut up.<br />
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"Lord Jesus, I want to do what you would have me do- what ever is my soul's work. How can I learn what that is? How do I know if I do that already?" Mostly what I want to know is this. Am I on the right track? <br />
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When do I get in trouble? When do I get off track? When I don't listen to God and I listen to that trouble maker in my head. It says things like "I don't deserve to be treated like that." "I don't want to do that today." "I want to do that." "I wish __________." "I need _________." "I hate it when ________."<br />
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Shut up. Shut UP. SHUT UP!!<br />
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"Make a list every day." <br />
"Give each your full attention." <br />
"You will know what to do and when it is time to do it."<br />
"That's it."<br />
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He never chatters. I love that.<br />
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My wish for you today:<br />
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~AlexAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-5588179011913871672015-03-03T07:04:00.001-07:002015-03-03T07:04:50.989-07:00Breckenridge! This Weekend and Next<h2>
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<br /> I will be in Breckenridge this weekend to unveil the large sculpture I started in Jackson last September. I will also be demonstrating by starting a new sculpture. <br />
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"Magical" is the first large sculpture I've ever done and will be 3-D scanned and available as a limited edition bronze. A very <em>limited</em> limited edition. Pre-cast pricing will be made available to collectors who wish to get a special price on a bronze casting during this weekend and the next. <br />
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If I haven't fallen in love with the original too much - I might be persuaded to part with it.<br />
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The original has been coated in bronze and copper and I have applied a cold patina and some Swarovski have been added in some fun strategic places and it has been coated with jeweler's grade resin to give added strength. "Magical" is based on a revolving stand too.<br />
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It will never be as resilient as a bronze replica - but on the other hand - the opportunity to own an original artwork of this size is a pretty amazing prospect. And I may never think about selling an original sculpture again. So here's your chance...maybe.<br />
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Here's a copy of the ad coming out for the show. Hope you can be there!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0Art on a Whim Gallery39.4816537 -106.0383517999999939.383636200000005 -106.19971329999998 39.5796712 -105.87699029999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-6748778471245079842014-11-24T08:55:00.001-07:002014-11-24T08:55:04.622-07:00Inspiration Sunday on Monday<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yep. There was no Inspiration Sunday yesterday. . . . however. The Broncos <em>did</em> beat the Dolphins. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since this is a holiday week for me, I am not going to write another blog entry until next week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-30434670729029901872014-11-21T09:09:00.002-07:002014-11-21T09:09:30.097-07:00Isa Genzken<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">German artist </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isa_Genzken" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Isa Genzken</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> is next on our list of artists from the 120 artists featured in the 2007 show <em><a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/2007/07/25/wack-art-and-the-feminist-revolution/#more-52" target="_blank">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</a> - </em>Curated for The Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles, by Connie Butler, The Robert Lehman Foundation Chief Curator of Drawings at The Museum of Modern Art, New York (MoMA).</span><br />
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As one of only five female artists to whom MoMA granted a solo exhibition over the last decade, her latest "Isa Genzken: Retrospective" brought her to the cutting edge of New York's male-dominated art scene. With an oeuvre spanning an astonishing multiplicity of approaches from assemblage to sculpture to painting to photography to large-scale installations, Genzken simply can't be defined by a single medium. [from <a href="http://www.interviewmagazine.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Interview Magazine</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> - <em>Isa Genzken The Artist Who Doesn't Do Interviews</em> by Emily Wasik]</span></blockquote>
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><a href="https://www.dma.org/art/exhibitions/IsaGenzken" target="_blank">Iza Genzken: Retrospective</a></em> is currently at the </span><a href="https://www.dma.org/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dallas Museum of Art (DMA)</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> through January 4th.</span> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope you will have the opportunity to check it out!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope you have a fantastic Friday and weekend! Can you believe it? Thanksgiving is right around the corner!!?? Impossible! :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til then!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-28891838330775372052014-11-17T09:17:00.001-07:002014-11-17T09:17:12.415-07:00Audrey Flack<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.audreyflack.com/AF/index.php" target="_blank">Audrey Flack</a> Is the next artist on the list of artists who's work was shown in the </span><a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007. Flack is a New York based artist and started out much like any artist painting what and how you might expect. She also did some abstract painting early in her career. I especially like this painting:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Audrey Flack - Still Life with Grapefruits</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She then began a journey with photorealism and is probably best known for that. Her artwork has always been heavily endowed with symbolism and meaning, even her earlier work. This painting done from a photograph of Kennedy just before his motorcade made it's journey on the day he was shot is an example of that. The shadow falling on Kennedy is foreshadowing his death, the hand of the man in the front seat is somewhat sinister.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I loved her story in an interview I read (<em><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><a href="http://www.aaa.si.edu/collections/interviews/oral-history-interview-audrey-flack-15653" target="_blank">Oral history interview with Audrey Flack</a>, 2009 Feb. 16, Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution) </span></em>about the painting, <em>World War II</em> :</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"Oh, conflict and contrast is consistently presented in World War II, and that was intentional. I went to Lichtman's Bakery [New York, New York] to get the finest petit fours I could find to contrast them with the starving prisoners, for which I got criticized. How could she paint the starving people next to these rich petit fours? How could she do that? Well, I was eventually redeemed. By the way, I went to Lichtman's Bakery on Eighty-sixth Street and spent an inordinate amount of time selecting the pastries. "I want that one," I said, but there's a little dent in the chocolate. So finally I was so fussy, Mr. Lichtman came out and said, "What do you want?" I said, "I'm making a painting about World War II. And I really need perfect petit fours." . . . .He went in the back and got me the most perfect petit fours that ever came out. . . . those petit fours, exposed a tremendous conflict. . . . I have a demitasse cup, a silver demitasse cup. A burning red candle, cello music, and a beautiful quote from Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav. . . ."</em></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"So every review is saying greedy. How unfeeling I am. How could I do this? Right? - the pain of a horrible review is cutting. Ten years - and I'm miserable because I thought that was one of my best paintings . . . .the point is that often what is most ahead of its time, or what is most outside its time, eventually comes around. . . . let me tell you my about redemption. It was ten years later. Nobody would touch the painting. It didn't sell. The Jewish Museum [New York, New York] didn't want it. Nobody! Then ten years later the Jewish Museum was doing some group show on the subject. And they asked - . . . . to borrow a World War II. . . . I felt so strongly about this painting. I didn't want to die until it was placed somewhere. So they borrowed the painting. A week after the exhibition opened, I got a call from the museum saying The Tel CHai Hadassah, a Jewish women's group, had voted my painting the one that they felt best, and they wanted to give me an award. . . . I felt great! Well, they were having a luncheon at the museum and invited me. . . . I remember peach-colored tablecloths. These women were elegant. Adolfo suits. Their hair was coiffed in French knots. Their nails were done. But there was something weird in the atmosphere. Nobody paid attention to me. I was ushered to a table where I sat all alone. . . . Somebody from the museum sat down next to me, and I said, "Who are these people?" The reply was that they were all Holocaust survivors. I suddenly understood. Never again would they be in the rags that they had to wear. They were really coiffed and obviously well to do. They had survived. The outside world meant nothing to them. Even me, who they had selected to award. . . . After the luncheon, 350 women, that means 600, 700 high-heeled shoes clumped down the stairs, and gathered in front of my painting. . . . . they were in the Holocaust. And now I'm scared because of all the reviews that I got with how could you do these petit fours in front of these starving people? . . . .I was not in the Holocaust.. They were. So I was about to open my mouth, when Yeta or another woman who raised her hand - And I said, "Yes?" And she said, "I want to talk about those pastries." And I thought, oh, God! Here it comes. She said, "How did you know? How did you know to paint sweet pastries? I was starving. I had a crumb of bread and a glass of water. And the only thing that kept me alive was to imagine eating those pastries." . . . .anytime I've lectured, anyone who had been in the Holocaust had the same reaction. Apparently I touched on a basic human reaction. Then another woman, said, "Yes! Yes! Me too. How did you know to put the silver demitasse cup and tray?" I didn't, you know. I just needed silver, I needed a blue, and then I needed the red for the candle. She said, "What kept me alive was my silver tray that I polished every Friday night for the Sabbath to put my challah on. And that's what kept me alive. How did you know to put that in the painting?" Well then, another woman said, "What about the candle? You know Sabbath candles are white. Why is this candle red?" So I explained to them that white would have receded, and the red came forward, and red is symbolic of blood especially when the three drops of wax spilled. They thought about it and talked among themselves. . . ."</em></span></span></span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I read this and thought about the way art taps into universal consciousness and this story tells me that sometimes it taps into a very specific consciousness too. And how interesting it is that objects play such an important role in our psyches - how much meaning they can have.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway - I thought that was such a wonderful story and it helps all artists to hear stories like that one. Our profession can make us feel isolated and knowing that what we do touches people in ways we can never imagine is a very important thing for us all to hold in our hearts.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These days she has been sculpting - still using symbolism to speak to anyone who views her work.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wishing you a fabulous Monday. And know that whatever art you create in whatever way you create it is touching the life of people in ways you could never imagine.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-87618692434910278382014-11-16T10:14:00.001-07:002014-11-16T10:14:02.535-07:00Inspiration Sunday<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With only one post between last week's Inspiration Sunday post and this week's you may be wondering what the heck? It's like this. We live on a ranch and on that ranch are cows and they will, on occasion, have a cow. In this case there came along a little black calf on the coldest day in the history of where we live in 101 years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A busy life made busier making sure a new life didn't turn into a popsicle. But today? Glorious! The sky is once again that special Colorado blue. You don't see that color anywhere else. Of course it's still only 7 degrees outside. . . but it's going to get better every day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope these quotes are so inspiring that we get a whole lot of creative juice flowing this week! Enjoy :) Since I've been researching a lot of artists who's work is more abstract - most of today's quotes reflect that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>What experience has shown me is that it takes your life to become an artist.</em> ~Eric Fischl</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>'Realism' has been abandoned in the search for reality: the 'principal objective' of abstract art is precisely this reality</em>. ~Ben Nicholson</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>What does that represent? There was never any question in plastic art, in poetry, in music, of representing anything. It is a matter of making something beautiful, moving, or dramatic - this is by no means the same thing.</em> ~Fernand Leger</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>In the arts there are many right answers. I've learned over the years that when you get a clue to another possibility to follow it through . . . . Ultimately, my hope is to amaze myself.</em> ~Jerry Uelsmann</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRR4aY6_V5hKAh11UFj1PUAolZo7GD2ppwTP_OJGDthpGOo3A4HStkAJP79tR21S1FWlj-d2vEuEAx2VTsw37F60hDuILfr42E5DrebpI8YUdJ9ECguKXUTwsP2X_0hTTOWFoGkFIBqQIi/s1600/JerryUelsmann_untitled1987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRR4aY6_V5hKAh11UFj1PUAolZo7GD2ppwTP_OJGDthpGOo3A4HStkAJP79tR21S1FWlj-d2vEuEAx2VTsw37F60hDuILfr42E5DrebpI8YUdJ9ECguKXUTwsP2X_0hTTOWFoGkFIBqQIi/s1600/JerryUelsmann_untitled1987.jpg" height="320" width="220" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Jerry Uelsmann - Untitled 1987</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>The trouble with recognizable art is that it excludes too much. I want my work to include more. And 'more' also comprises one's doubts about the object, plus the problem, the dilemma of recognizing it.</em> ~Philip Guston</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Philip Guston - Head and Bottle</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>So now the floodgates are open to the delight of pure form, whatever its origin. Anything goes.</em> ~Philip Johnson</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Philip Johnson's Glass House</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Abstract expressionism was the first American art that was filled with anger as well as beauty.</em> ~Robert Motherwell</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">© Robert Motherwell - Black on White</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>If you make pictures you are bound to be an abstract painter on some level.</em> ~George D. Green</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGb6WpHiumxibsTzgcfNAewTIZ4w7XN7qFj7fOiKo_I3WfYEiCEByVvM7bQeMm8JL7L7RoxfCnNbpBOBURruNaeSLkKU2vz8SKma1G6NoIxCk5aRtch4hWm74iGb2dCMLVe8TacBfRPaXD/s1600/GeorgeGreen_Bones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGb6WpHiumxibsTzgcfNAewTIZ4w7XN7qFj7fOiKo_I3WfYEiCEByVvM7bQeMm8JL7L7RoxfCnNbpBOBURruNaeSLkKU2vz8SKma1G6NoIxCk5aRtch4hWm74iGb2dCMLVe8TacBfRPaXD/s1600/GeorgeGreen_Bones.jpg" height="226" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©George D. Green - Bones</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Be guided by feelings alone. . . . Before any site and any objects, abandon yourself to your first impression. If you have really been touched, you will convey to others the sincerity of your emotion.</em> ~Jean-Baptist-Camille Corot</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Jean-Babtist_Camille Carot - Pâturage dans les marais</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>When you see a fish you don't think of its scales, do you? You think of its speed, its floating, flashing body seen through the water. Well, I've tried to express just that. If I made fins and eyes and scales, I would arrest it movement, give a pattern or shape of reality. I want just the flash of its spirit.</em> ~Constantin Brancusi</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobrAmISLonbRHns4NdWfAs6MUAudZp5gF1RWPGImqa7QcadKPRkeZvI4nxeCRlu5etIU1Bv7I48oXUWJgjwl5kcfxo1dPIrgexZo8gM5g6cuBjjgFb9-ZEE9XziU9IPUGj8BEoh-3XQar/s1600/thekiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobrAmISLonbRHns4NdWfAs6MUAudZp5gF1RWPGImqa7QcadKPRkeZvI4nxeCRlu5etIU1Bv7I48oXUWJgjwl5kcfxo1dPIrgexZo8gM5g6cuBjjgFb9-ZEE9XziU9IPUGj8BEoh-3XQar/s1600/thekiss.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Constantin Brancusi - The Kiss</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wishing you a wonderful (and warm) week this week. I'll be back as soon as I can with another artist from the WACK show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til then!</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-74977078110832329512014-11-12T10:43:00.003-07:002014-11-12T10:43:35.435-07:00Louise Fishman<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No blog in the last couple of days? It's true. I think it's just been too cold and gloomy outside and the only comfort I could find was in my studio...sitting in the office writing at the computer meant looking out the window. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our weather has gone from nice to ice in no time. A few days ago it was 64 degrees outside. Right now it is -1. No. You did not hallucinate the minus sign there. It could be worse. There could be more than an inch of snow on the ground in the bargain...something a lot of people in the Midwest are dealing with at the moment. All I can say is...brrrr!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And. Be careful out there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been thinking about writing this post for the last couple of days when I have managed to brave the window. The artist I have been researching is Louise Fishman. There is an interview out on the web (</span><a href="http://www.aaa.si.edu/collections/interviews/oral-history-interview-louise-fishman-15770" target="_blank"><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oral history interview with Louise Fishman</span></em></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>, 2009 Dec. 21, Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution) </em>that has a lot of information about Louis Fishman's life and work. The following are some quotes from that interview along with some images of Fishman's work:</span><br />
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". . . . I was the only real painter-painter. I was doing traditional painting. I didn't understand what the connection was, but I liked it being in that context, because I think that I get misplaced a lot of times. People . . . . they think of me as being very traditional. I think I'm really not . . . . they always link me to Joan Mitchell and Bill Jensen now . . . . there are connections, but that's sort of a dead end in a way. It feels like it."</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Louise Fishman - Untitled 1971</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"I seem to start a group of [paintings] and go back and forth for a while. And then usually one painting becomes prominent in my mind, and then I often put the others away for a while or stop working on them. Sometimes I have to put them away so I don't look at them much. And I continue working on one. And then I need a break. I bring another one out, and I go back and forth a little bit until - yes, so there is a kind of - a little bit of a dialogue between them."</em></span></blockquote>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHV7Z2L19hmcPLViqSQdfFQlmgOkPxlLkh3eb9s85eJqmWIQg35bEjyAzj2qJ9-pfmMsgtrkaK8l-heQEFAKtfQlUfx-g6ZwV0KJxyYpmb4LbXNr54OG41Q7Ghqi1T_H5iutN-FvaZYY5D/s1600/LouiseFishman_AngryLouise1973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHV7Z2L19hmcPLViqSQdfFQlmgOkPxlLkh3eb9s85eJqmWIQg35bEjyAzj2qJ9-pfmMsgtrkaK8l-heQEFAKtfQlUfx-g6ZwV0KJxyYpmb4LbXNr54OG41Q7Ghqi1T_H5iutN-FvaZYY5D/s320/LouiseFishman_AngryLouise1973.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Louise Fishman - Angry Paintings 1973</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRJEqu7_qAbtg74_BFIqro2qBEQUvPkg2nJsKgPqmkSXS2Xp1CXM1NY-ctcuP67bgoAytd7rNKAoTsYSuTXYBWR2BbPsgbvgYjhOTqOvWuuZKJh4Tg43LcVCtp4ekPmY_AXYWCcmJeAjLi/s1600/LouiseFishman_tabernacle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRJEqu7_qAbtg74_BFIqro2qBEQUvPkg2nJsKgPqmkSXS2Xp1CXM1NY-ctcuP67bgoAytd7rNKAoTsYSuTXYBWR2BbPsgbvgYjhOTqOvWuuZKJh4Tg43LcVCtp4ekPmY_AXYWCcmJeAjLi/s320/LouiseFishman_tabernacle.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Louise Fishman - Tabernacle 1981</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"The way I choose color is really like, how I'm going to use this and this, that. A lot of colors sort of come together from one painting to another. And it's just like a buildup. It's almost like adding clay, and it keeps changing. The color keeps changing. And - but I'm not relying on that black and white or that value structure the way I used to and the color was really just an addendum. The color is more on its own, or the hues are more complicated. There's more complex meaning in them in the way they interact with the whole. They are taking more of a place. They have their own identity."</em></span></blockquote>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBSNVlgTrDi4GDP-UX8VRtjsiR7y8dyBHMpDhxEo26cVhwJQ6tnAHhwokK2o5e8EvOfKwKvqaD2pgYd4KeEeXq41F2J78vcYB2z0zcg6pNLqwja81B4hV32s3wAJmS_E7hbUuWgtyu8PZ/s1600/LouiseFishman_slipperySlope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBSNVlgTrDi4GDP-UX8VRtjsiR7y8dyBHMpDhxEo26cVhwJQ6tnAHhwokK2o5e8EvOfKwKvqaD2pgYd4KeEeXq41F2J78vcYB2z0zcg6pNLqwja81B4hV32s3wAJmS_E7hbUuWgtyu8PZ/s320/LouiseFishman_slipperySlope.jpg" width="236" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Louise Fishman - Slippery Slope 2006</td></tr>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"It's all like a chain of things . . . . it's sort of my interest in those Native American cultures, the architecture; the space is the sipapu and the mountain - the Navajos living right up against the mountain, the whole business about rocks and the mountains. . . . . and a lot of it came from China, the ideas about the mountain. I, you know, think it's Eastern, all that continents moving apart and so on. So it made a lot of sense to me."</span></em></blockquote>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6F4HWNZ3EgJl1H5JeidxbAG4E5zcAeh6W5iHJxnv0CDuL_hcO2DHRNjsQ_hbS9gMcBjGKfAM-PcYDBGWBkmRngkcPixrWbGw4TmKGa1LpjkQTp_4qX7SFchkccNYBkUgzbqsKvweE_1I/s1600/LouiseFishman_NightShiningWhite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge6F4HWNZ3EgJl1H5JeidxbAG4E5zcAeh6W5iHJxnv0CDuL_hcO2DHRNjsQ_hbS9gMcBjGKfAM-PcYDBGWBkmRngkcPixrWbGw4TmKGa1LpjkQTp_4qX7SFchkccNYBkUgzbqsKvweE_1I/s320/LouiseFishman_NightShiningWhite.jpg" width="289" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Louise Fishman - Night Shining White 1998</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"Well, a lot of people have referred to me, and actually, they think they're quoting me in saying that I'm a second-generation or third-generation Abstract Expressionist . . . . I never said that. Somebody else said it, and somebody quoted it. And it just got carried down . . . . And I never knew how to go about correcting that. But that's not true. I don't think of myself as an Abstract Expressionist. I think that I have roots there. I have roots in Cezanne. I think I have roots in a lot of places . . . ."</em></span></blockquote>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpTgilNsNgpOPJkOIlWYGfI_AkhglddkU6wElNFfxgC_eT4S6QvWzzxGn_f3WGZ0ukhuvfqAyBVx0iCSq7oaqKkTtIauDPAsI2-dU88am4UYl0WZcz7RxoJ7C0P1ZZUqDfxASKSLHeGk8/s1600/LouiseFishman_Wintereisse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpTgilNsNgpOPJkOIlWYGfI_AkhglddkU6wElNFfxgC_eT4S6QvWzzxGn_f3WGZ0ukhuvfqAyBVx0iCSq7oaqKkTtIauDPAsI2-dU88am4UYl0WZcz7RxoJ7C0P1ZZUqDfxASKSLHeGk8/s320/LouiseFishman_Wintereisse.jpg" width="227" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="irc_su" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;">© Louise Fishman - Wintereisse 2002</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>". . . . Easier and harder. What's easier is my skill level. What's harder is to - skill is less and less useful in terms of what makes a good painting, for me, and probably for a lot of people, because it's not about making beautiful paintings. It's about something else. It's about making something that really has a life and has something that's inspiring. I don't really know how to talk about it exactly, but it's that. It's like, hey, yeah, well, it's rough, but it's so deep to me. One painting, Cooked and Burnt [2007], it was called, and I thought, that's really good. It is really - I'm happy I did that. It just felt - it had everything in it. It was not a beautiful painting. It was just so real somehow."</em></span></blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="irc_su" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;">© Louise Fishman - Cooked and Burnt 2007</span></td></tr>
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<em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"TM [Transcendental Meditation] was just like a way of calming myself down and centering myself. . . . .I started going on retreats. . . . .I think a lot of artists have done that, because it's a very dicey life. I mean, all of our lives are dicey. But I think making art and trying to survive emotionally, the people, the world, and your work, all of that is - and we tend - I think probably most of the artists tend to be - to have their own fragility that's - I don't know if it's more than other people, but I know that there is a fragility in there. And . . . . one has to keep a balance of the unsettled stuff. It has to be there. You can't fix it. It's just what it is."</span></em></blockquote>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUMtR4Mt7ASgiABG4ohxVvIKsVh3Ud1Ar1gmaPdHu0z4fMrExUZAqA7-We0IOiSajNPdJc2l7MQ26TLr5cWnzGsp_3qI7LFOSGARwyC1-cMmAfdBmkn7JznkwS3smGxRn3CFN_u-lMsQp/s1600/LouiseFishman_TroublesOvercomeareGoodtoTell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUMtR4Mt7ASgiABG4ohxVvIKsVh3Ud1Ar1gmaPdHu0z4fMrExUZAqA7-We0IOiSajNPdJc2l7MQ26TLr5cWnzGsp_3qI7LFOSGARwyC1-cMmAfdBmkn7JznkwS3smGxRn3CFN_u-lMsQp/s320/LouiseFishman_TroublesOvercomeareGoodtoTell.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Louis Fishman - Troubles Overcome are Good to Tell 1997</td></tr>
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<em>"I don't do drawings or prints with the intention of making a painting from them, ever. But they find their way later. Often it's stuff I wouldn't do in painting yet, because there's - it's easier to throw color into them. It's easier to have new, kind of, configurations in them. And they may occur in paintings and they get painted out, but - and then they'll show up. So I noticed that that process really does affect the paintings later. And they are - there is a freshness, and there's stuff that comes up in the drawings that shows other parts of my work that I think could shed light on what the paintings are about and not what people often think they're about."</em></blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Louise Fishman - Untitled 2011<br />
from the Venice Watercolors</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope you enjoyed today's post and you are managing to stay warm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til tomorrow!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-33867916806402361062014-11-09T09:45:00.000-07:002014-11-09T09:45:05.565-07:00Inspiration Sunday<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope you had a very good week last week and these quotes get you going for creating next week.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have quotes today from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Courage-Create-Rollo-May/dp/0393311066" target="_blank">Rollo May from his book <em>The Courage to Create</em></a> mainly from the chapter, <em>Creativity and the Unconscious</em>. And, I have some interesting art to accompany these quotes today. Perhaps to pose the question; can meaningful art and dogmatism co-exist?</span><br />
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genuine artists are so bound up with their age that they cannot communicate separated from it. In this sense, too, the historical situation conditions the creativity. . . . "Creativity," to rephrase our definitions, "is the encounter of the intensively conscious human being with his or her world."</blockquote>
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A dynamic struggle goes on within a person between what he or she consciously thinks on the one hand and, on the other, some insight, some perspective that is struggling to be born.</blockquote>
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Carl Jung often made the paint that there is a polarity, a kind of opposition, between unconscious experience and consciousness. He believed the relationship was compensatory: consciousness controls the wild, illogical vagaries of the unconscious, while the unconscious keeps consciousness from drying up in banal, empty, arid rationality.</blockquote>
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The moment the insight broke through, there was a special translucence that enveloped the world, and my vision was given a special clarity.</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim Jong-un</td></tr>
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This is one aspect of what is called ecstasy--the uniting of unconscious experience with consciousness, a union that is not <em>in abstracto</em>, but a dynamic, immediate fusion.</blockquote>
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. . . . insight comes at a moment of transition between work and relaxation. It comes at a break in periods of voluntary effort.</blockquote>
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The experience that "this is the way reality is and isn't it strange we didn't see it sooner" may have a religious quality with artists. This is why many artists feel that something holy is going on when they paint, that there is something in the act of creating which is like a religious revelation.</blockquote>
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[if we] lose this free, original creativity of the spirit as it is exemplified in poetry and music and art, we shall also lose our scientific creativity. Scientists themselves . . . . have told us that the creativity of science is bound up with the freedom of human beings to create in the free, pure sense.<br />
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Just as the poet is a menace to conformity, he is also a constant threat to political dictators. He is always on the verge of blowing up the assembly line of political power.<br />
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Dogmatists of all kinds - scientific, economic, moral, as well as political - are threatened by the creative freedom of the artist. This is necessarily and inevitably so. We cannot escape our anxiety over the fact that the artists together with creative persons of all sorts, are the possible destroyers of our nicely ordered systems. For the creative impulse is the speaking of the voice and the expressing of the forms of the preconscious and unconscious; and this is, by its very nature, a threat to rationality and external control.</blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope your Sunday is everything you want it to be. I will see you tomorrow or Tuesday, depending on how much I have stacked up tomorrow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til then!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-2312746950381650882014-11-07T11:39:00.001-07:002014-11-07T11:39:11.056-07:00Will Art Change Anything?Reserving the right to always change my mind...and I know I said I wouldn't but I have anyway because I feel I have to. It is just too much for me to write about people I can't find much information about to even think about how I feel about their art. I am not apologetic, and instead encourage any of you who know about any of the following artists to contact me so you can write guest posts about them. I welcome you to this task. They are:<br />
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Kirsten Dufour, Lili Dujourie, Rose English and VALIE EXPORT.<br />
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I'm sure as I go along down the list of artists in the show that there will be more. But right now I am only to the F's.<br />
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Today I will talk about New Zealand artist, Jacqueline Fahey. She is a painter and a writer. And, regardless of the fact that she was in the <a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007, she doesn't consider herself to be a feminist.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She is, at the age of 85, very outspoken and direct about how she feels about art and humanity and most everything. I watched an interview on the <a href="http://culturalicons.co.nz/" target="_blank">New Zealand Cultural Icons</a> website with her and have quoted some of that interview.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Painting and writing are equal in their power of addressing social issues she believes and says that they can be powerful as long as you "communicate in a way that is patently sincere."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She is asked about why she paints domestic scenes (her critics will describe her art as "domestic art" sometimes apparently) and she says:</span></span></span><br />
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"My belief was at the time I was at art school woman artists would go to a great deal of trouble to get out get in the car and "do landscape", you know? And not paint what was their own reality because that reality was so diminished. I mean. A man could paint that and it wasn't called 'domestic art' . . . . But when I did it - it was called 'domestic art' which was a put down."</blockquote>
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She was asked why she paints the way she paints, that it is often described as "flamboyant" (a term that "pisses her off").<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"The use of paint is a powerful language in its own right and that is what I am looking for. . . . that flat filling in type painting is amateur really . . .(interviewer prompts "so the paint has to be really alive - resonant?") Yes and how you make the strokes has an energy to it and implies something, you know? it is - in itself - doing that."</em></span> </blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: x-small;">©Jacqueline Fahey - Emily as the Archangel Gabriel</span></td></tr>
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The interviewer asks; "Would you call yourself a "feminist" painter?"<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"No. I don't think you should separate "feminist" in that sense. I don't like it. I think it gives a lot of women who say they're feminists a hero - when in fact they shouldn't have - because. Look. They don't give a shit about some poor bloody Asian immigrant working with sometimes nasty Indian management who have no "real" rights, who're paid a pittance - you know? Do they have any interest in that? No. . . . . Feminism [for some feminists] has no meaning because they only meant it for them - they didn't mean it for anyone else. And [if you were to point this out] . . . . they would look at you as if you were speaking a foreign language."</em></span></blockquote>
She is asked will there always be painting? "I think there will always be painting because painting communicates and anything that communicates will last."<br />
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If you want to read more about Jacqueline Fahey there is <a href="http://www.listener.co.nz/culture/books/interview-jacqueline-fahey/" target="_blank">this</a> from the <a href="http://www.listener.co.nz/" target="_blank">New Zealand Listener</a> and <a href="http://www.thearts.co.nz/artist_page.php&aid=145&type=bio" target="_blank">this</a> from <a href="http://www.thearts.co.nz/index.php" target="_blank">The Arts Foundation</a> in New Zealand.<br />
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Hope you are having a lovely day!<br />
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'Til tomorrow!<br />
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~Alex</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-19016674199613230272014-11-06T08:43:00.001-07:002014-11-06T08:43:09.957-07:00The Troubles and Rita Donagh<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The group of artists featured in the </span></span><a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007 has been the subject of this blog for quite some time. There were so many artists included in the show, I can't imagine they were discussed at much length in the show itself and so I thought it would be educational to learn more about them.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And it has. The artist who is the subject of this blog today, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rita_Donagh" target="_blank">Rita Donagh</a>, is a bit of a mystery to me though. I can't figure out why she was in a feminist show, particularly. Maybe if you know why she might have been included, other than because she was a woman, you could comment on that below. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The majority of her art was inspired by the Northern Ireland Conflict, euphemistically called <em>the Troubles</em>, that started in the 1960's and didn't "end" until the 1990's.<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I appreciate art that addresses the history of war. This is because of how were are led to know and remember things. I believe that events in time, before history is born, are remembered differently by anyone present; remembrance is colored of course by opinion, level of involvement, the coping mechanisms of the person, and so much more.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Especially when a collective of humans are exposed to the atrocities of war...which in this case is still being called "Conflict", the facts human kind does not wish to remember (because of shame and/or fear of a tarnished legacy ...or whatever) are subverted, rewritten or ignored.<br />
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</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are artists who document memory before events are transformed and appropriated into "a history." Rita Donagh is one such artist. She is of Irish descent and was in her 20's when the Troubles began.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">U.K. blogger, Eirene, on her blog <a href="http://a-place-called-space.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><em>A Place Called Space</em></a><em> </em>visited the <a href="http://www.hughlane.ie/" target="_blank">Hugh Lane City Art Gallery in Dublin</a> in 2013 and saw Rita Donagh's work there. The following is a photo from her blog and her description of this work:</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"The 'Troubles' in Northern Ireland in the 1970s and 1980s provide the context for Donagh's </em>Bystander<em>. This work is part of a series she made under the general title</em> Disturbance<em>. In this painting Donagh's depiction of Ireland is that of a country that has been stunned by an excess of death, grief, repression and fear. Northern Ireland has become a strangely glacial region where universal whiteness descends threatening to extinguish everything in sight. Two press photographs, modest in their proportions, testify to events in the region. The one on the top left hand side is a newspaper photograph of children playing in an urban wasteland surrounded by dereliction. The second one is of a woman who was killed, caught in the middle of an urban battle: there were no blankets left to cover her body with, as so many had been killed, so her body was covered with newspapers. The rest of the canvas is abstract, large areas where oil and pencil are used - a horizontal bar near the base of the picture contributes to a feeling of constriction. There are areas of murky grey at the top of the painting, evoking an overcast sky and diagonal lines lash through the composition reminiscent of wind-driven rain. This is a painting about violence and loss and it's incredibly powerful."</em></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That is all I have for today. I hope you make time for incredible creativity and follow what ever it is that exists in your heart for the making.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I also want to thank all of the readers of my blog. As of today there have been over 4,000 page views of my 120 posts to date. Thank you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til tomorrow!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-19964472746417577762014-11-05T14:14:00.000-07:002014-11-05T14:14:22.137-07:00Jay Defreo's Rose<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jay DeFreo is best known for her monumental painting (12' high and weighing close to a ton) called "The Rose."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For eight years it was pretty much all she worked on at an apartment in San Francisco she shared with her husband. She loved to entertain and share her life with the other Beat Scene artists of the time and the legend of the painting travelled to the east coast and her work was included in a show curated by Dorothy Miller in 1959 called "Sixteen Americans." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">DeFreo did not attend the show and neither did her monumental painting which eventually had to be removed from the apartment along with part of an exterior wall - by a crane - when a rent increase meant eviction for the artist and her husband, Wally Hedrick.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No longer able to work on the painting, a work that both created her legacy but at the time caused the momentum of her art career to stall. Depression followed a lifestyle that was immersed in this obsession with one work and a whole lot of partying. She and her husband divorced and she didn't create art at all for the next four years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>The Rose</em> eventually ended up in a conference room at the San Francisco Art Institute (eventually covered by a false wall) to later be removed and restored after her death from lung cancer in 1989. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last year there was a </span><a href="http://whitney.org/Exhibitions/JayDeFeo" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">retrospective of her work</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> at The Whitney Museum of American Art.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is a short film about the retrospective:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Much of her artwork is held in </span><a href="http://www.jaydefeo.org/paintings.html#img/E1232_full.jpg" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Jay DeFeo Trust</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> which she set up before her death. This site shows photos of much of her work over the years; many of the photos she created in the 1970's; <em>The Loop Series, Tripod Series, Shoetree Series, Compass Series</em>, and some of her paintings from the 70's, <em>Lotus Eater</em> and <em>Cabbage Rose</em>. And her work in the 1980's; <em>Eternal Triangle, Summer Landscape, Impressions of Africa, Samurai, La Brea, Mirage, Blue Nile</em> and <em>Black Canyon</em>... and more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She created for herself and for no one else and I love the authenticity of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tomorrow I'll be talking about British artist, Rita Donagh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope you are enjoying your day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til tomorrow!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-726764592444089412014-11-04T14:59:00.003-07:002014-11-04T14:59:50.743-07:00Niki De Saint Phalle<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">A</span> group of artists is next on the list of artists featured in the </span></span><a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007, included in the show undoubtedly because of their work "She A Cathedral," or "Hon-en katedral" otherwise known as "Hon" for short. They are <a href="http://www.nikidesaintphalle.com/" target="_blank">Niki de Saint Phalle</a>, Jean Tinguely and Per Olof Ultvedt.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't know. I'm sure a lot of people may find it shocking. I may be one of them. Here is a schematic of it and an installation view.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times;">©<em>Niki De Saint Phalle - Hon en Katedral</em></span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times;">©<em>Niki De Saint Phalle - Hon (schematic drawing)</em></span></span></td></tr>
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Overall though, I like Niki's work. She loved Gaudi, as do I and she did a lot of Gaudi-esk work. Here are more photos. I haven't the time today to write any more, but now you know who <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niki_de_Saint_Phalle" target="_blank">Niki de Saint Phalle</a> is, if you never heard of her or her work before. How fun is that? More art history - I love it!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times;">©<em>Niki De Saint Phalle - Serpent Tree</em></span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times;">©<em>Niki De Saint Phalle - Noah's Ark Sculpture Park</em></span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-64904241610964496352014-11-02T08:27:00.004-07:002014-11-03T09:36:33.496-07:00Inspiration Sunday<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Welcome to another Inspiration Sunday, the first Sunday in November. If you are in the U.S. (I think Arizona does not do daylight savings time...) did you remember to turn your clocks back last night?</span> <br />
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<em>"I believe in listening to cycles. I listen by not forcing. If I am in a dead working period, I wait, though these periods are hard to deal with. I'll be content if I get started again..."</em> ~Lee Krasner</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Lee Crasner - Gaea</td></tr>
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<em>"I love making art...It's largely how I see myself. I'm an artist, therefore I have to make art."</em> ~Chuck Close</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Courtesy Sienna Shields © Chuck Close, courtesy Pace Gallery</td></tr>
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<em>"I'll take weeks out doing drawings, watercolor studies, I may never use. I'll throw them in a backroom, never look at them again or drop them on the floor and walk over them. But I feel that the communion that has seeped into the subconscious will eventually come out in the final picture."</em> ~Andrew Wyeth</blockquote>
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<em>"Here I am...happy, completely happy. I have had a wonderful day of painting. It is not that I have accomplished anything in particular, but it's the thought of all I could do that makes me almost crazy with joy."</em> ~Paula Modersohn-Becker</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Paula Modersohn-Becker - A Sitzendes Maedchen mit<br />
Verschraenkten Armen (A Sitting Maiden with Crossed Arms)</td></tr>
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<em>"I paint my own reality. I paint because I need to, and I paint always whatever passes through my head, without any other consideration."</em> ~Frida Kahlo</blockquote>
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<em>"To become truly immortal a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken it will enter the regions of childhood vision and dream."</em> ~Giorgio De Chirico<br />
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<em>"The minute I sat in front of a canvas, I was happy. Because it was a world, and I could do as I like in it."</em> ~Alice Neel</blockquote>
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<em>"I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to and say what I wanted to when I painted, as that seemed to be the only thing I could do that didn't concern anybody but myself."</em> ~Georgia O'Keefe</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Georgia O-Keefe - Rust Red Hills</td></tr>
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<em>"Art is the opposite of nature. A work of art can come only from the interior of man."</em> ~Edvard Munch</blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Edvard Munch - Shore With Red House</td></tr>
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<em>"First and foremost, artists should give up self pity and do their work. Despair and fear of failure must be fought against as the enemies of creativity."</em> ~Donna Marxer<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope this helps inspire you to work like crazy this next week without regard for anything other than what is in your heart. Wishing you a very creatively blessed Sunday today and since tomorrow is Monday I may have time to blog...but I may not. Whichever is the case I wish you a good day tomorrow too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-24421747649538792912014-11-01T13:25:00.002-06:002014-11-01T13:25:30.463-06:00I can See the Sea<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Artist Iola de Freitas is our artist to talk about today, one of the artists included in the </span><a href="http://www.moca.org/media/gal_guides/WACK!_Gallery_Guide.pdf" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007.</span></span> She is Brazilian and has travelled quite a long way, artistically, from where she started back in the 70's with photography. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today, she is considered a site specific installation artist and a sculptor working primarily with stainless steel and pliable materials such as sheets of plastic. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since she is Brazilian and not even the English version of Wikipedia has information on her, I have had some extra researching to do. There is a very </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tje8EjMMM8" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">cool video</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> of her work with her narration on You Tube. But it is in Spanish with no subtitling. It's a visually amazing video all the same. If Spanish is one of the languages you know (or even if it isn't) you might want to check that out. There is also an <a href="http://www.artslant.com/ny/artists/rackroom/6410" target="_blank">interview</a> about her on <a href="http://www.artslant.com/ny/main" target="_blank">Artslant</a> and the <a href="http://raquelarnaud.com/en/artistas/iole-de-freitas/" target="_blank">Gallery Raquel Arnaud site</a> has an English version of it's page about Freitas and great photos of her works.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rather than write about her I thought it would be fun to let her work speak for itself - arranged from the 70's to today. I love the forms and color and rhythm and organic shapes in her work today and the way it interacts with the light and flow of the environment and space the works occupy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-small;">Photography 1973-1981</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: x-small;">Sheet Metal, Copper wires - 1992</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;">Açude Museum in the Tijuda Forest, a mountainous hand-planted</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">rainforest in the city of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil - </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">claimed to be the world's largest urban forest.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: black;"><span class="notranslate">Green and aluminum, 100m² x 4 m in height,</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope you are enjoying this first day of November and your weekend and this little retrospective of the works of Iola de Freitas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tomorrow is Inspiration Sunday of course.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til then!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-35008062819081063982014-10-30T09:56:00.000-06:002014-10-30T09:56:09.690-06:00Moving Towards Equality<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"I believe that gender is a cultural fiction, not a biological given. But while there have been many achievements in the last 20 years, racism and sexism are still rife. . . . Those things have to become detached. But until we are able to detach gender from the ways we are in the world, it’s important for us to move towards equality. Moving towards equality is what the word feminism means. Until we’ve achieved that, we can’t give up the word. Feminist design is an effort to bring the values of the domestic sphere into the public sphere; feminist design is about letting diverse voices be heard through caring, relational strategies of working and designing. Until social and economic inequalities are changed, I am going to call good design feminist design." ~Sheila Levrant de Bretteville (in an interview with </span><a href="http://www.eyemagazine.com/profile/author/ellen-lupton" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ellen Lupton</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">, </span><a href="http://www.eyemagazine.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Eye Magazine</span></a><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">, Issue 8, 1992)</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I agree with </span><a href="http://www.aiga.org/medalist-sheilalevrantdebretteville/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sheila Levrant de Bretteville</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> that gender is a cultural fiction. A short way of saying that treating someone differently because of their gender has been invented by culture.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sheila Levrant de Bretteville, <em>Pink</em>, 1973, installation photo by Brian Forrest<br />
the at <a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</a> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just as treating anyone differently because of any perceived deviation from the "norm" is an invention of culture. There is no normal, there's just us. Why all the fuss?</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Sheila Levrant de Bretteville-Biddy Mason Wall in LA</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is another quote from that interview:</span><br />
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"I will never, never, never forget to include people of colour, people of different points of view, people of both genders, people of different sexual preferences. It’s just not possible any more to move without remembering. That is something that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_modernism" target="_blank">Modernism</a> didn’t account for; it didn’t want to recognise regional and personal differences. People who have given their whole lives of supporting the classicising aesthetic of Modernism feel invalidated when we talk about the necessary inclusiveness, but diversity and inclusiveness are our only hope. It is not possible any more to plaster over everything with clean elegance. Dirty architecture, fuzzy theory and dirty design must be there."<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is another quote I really liked from the interview with Ellen Lupton:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">"There is a prevalent notion in the professional world that only if you have eight or more uninterrupted hours per day can you do significant work. But if you respond to other human beings – if you are a relational person – you never really have eight uninterrupted hours in a row. Relational existence is not only attached to gender by history – not by genes, not be biology, not by some essential ‘femaleness’. A relational person thinks about other human beings and their needs during the day. A relational person allows notions about other people to interrupt the trajectory of thinking or designing . . . . The kinds of work habits that are part of this public sphere – that deny relational experience – are precisely the ones I want to challenge. Feminism has allowed me to challenge them; thinking about myself as a woman has allowed me to challenge them. When women are in the workplace, women do as the workplace demands it. Part of feminism is about bringing public, professional values closer to private, domestic values, to break the boundaries of this binary system."</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is a lot to know about </span><a href="http://art.yale.edu/SheilaLevrantDeBretteville" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sheila Levrant de Bretteville</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - much more than I have time to write about here. I had fun researching her art and philosophy and life today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Here is <a href="http://broadrecognition.com/arts/good-design-is-feminist-design-an-interview-with-sheila-de-bretteville/" target="_blank">another transcribed interview</a> in a Yale magazine that is really good too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope you are enjoying this last Thursday before daylight savings goes to winter on Sunday.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til Tomorrow!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-26148328068672571332014-10-29T10:37:00.000-06:002014-10-29T10:37:22.598-06:00Tee Corinne<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tee_Corinne" target="_blank">Tee Corinne</a> is next on the list of artists featured in the </span><a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think of Corinne as more of a writer type artist than a visual type artist. Much of her visual artist work was photography and photographs manipulated in Photoshop.<br />
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</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think a lot of her work was done in the spirit of making more people accustomed to the visual imagery of women who loved one another both emotionally and sexually being together both with and without clothes.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She used color in her Photoshop manipulated work to convey emotion and mirroring in her earlier photos for visual interest...as I think she was making erotic art but wanted it to be esthetically pleasing - as opposed to pornographic. She also wanted to protect the identities of her models.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To me, Corinne's most important contribution is her use of art and photographs to celebrate the beauty of all parts and all types of the female form. Her models were of all shapes, ages, ethnicities and physical abilities. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't know if this was her intent but perhaps she was trying to make society face the physicality of <em>all</em> woman, not just what is considered most appropriately beautiful by some or "the media." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It could be that if we can look more easily at every body than perhaps we can see more easily that we are not that exterior - but are - instead, what resides inside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you are interested in more information about Tee Corinne, here is a link to the transcript of <a href="http://www.queer-arts.org/archive/9809/corinne/corinne.html" target="_blank">an interview she did with Barbara Kyne</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope you are having a good Wednesday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til tomorrow!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-2998257455232002412014-10-28T16:27:00.001-06:002014-10-28T16:27:49.620-06:00The Artist is a Lonely PersonAt lease, according to Brazilian artist, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lygia_Clark" target="_blank">Lygia Clark</a>. She is next on the list of artists featured in the <a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007. </span>I like her work because it (at least her later works) encouraged those viewing her work to also interact with it and I believe she a very important artist because of that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the DAN Galeria exhibition: ©Lygia Clark, 1960</td></tr>
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This is <a href="https://artsy.net/gene/relational-aesthetics" target="_blank">nothing new to art</a> these days, but back in the 60's and 70's interactive art, especially anyone coming to an art show being encouraged to manipulate a work on display (thereby being, in a sense, a collaborator to the work) was new concept.<br />
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I have drawings of sculptures I will make that have participatory elements to them and I'm excited about the future creation of those. I encourage people to touch my sculpture at shows. This is one of the most amazing aspects of sculpture - I believe - sculpture allows us to not only have a visual experience but a tactile experience of a work of art.<br />
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<a href="http://www.lygiaclark.org.br/noticiaING.asp" target="_blank">Lygia Clark</a> took the idea of touching artwork to a whole new level and even believed that her art could improve the human condition.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Lygia Clark - <em>Canibalismo</em></td></tr>
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She may have understated the simple and complex fact that art - most any art - improves the human condition (if only for the artist who creates it) and overstated what her art accomplished - but I haven't experienced her work first hand, either. If I had gone to <a href="http://www.moma.org/visit/calendar/exhibitions/1462" target="_blank">Moma's major retrospective of Clark's work</a> earlier this year, I might have felt differently.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Lygia Clark-The I and The You</td></tr>
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This article written on <a href="http://news.artnet.com/" target="_blank">Artnet News</a> is <a href="http://news.artnet.com/art-world/what-you-wont-find-at-momas-lygia-clark-show-lygia-clark-57100" target="_blank">a wonderful perspective about Lygia Clark herself and her work written by Ben Davis</a>. And also in <a href="http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20140529-hands-on-art-you-can-touch" target="_blank">BBC <em>Culture</em> written by Jason Farago</a>. So if you want to know more about the contributions of Clark and her work, these are a good read with more written references cited.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">©Lygia Clark-Sensorial Mask</td></tr>
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Tomorrow I will talk about the next artist on the list. She once referred to herself as "one of the most obscure famous artists," Tee Corinne.<br />
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'Til tomorrow!<br />
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~AlexAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-1718673654474120172014-10-26T09:38:00.008-06:002014-10-26T09:38:44.006-06:00Inspiration Sunday<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy Sunday to you. For Inspiration Sunday today I have quotes from the artists featured in the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/09/arts/design/09wack.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0" target="_blank">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</a> show that I talked about last week. Hope you enjoy the quotes and hope you enjoy your end of the week and that this will help inspire you to start your week off on the best path it can be on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And, I thought I'd put in a joke today...just because. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"Be industrious: the more one works, the better one succeeds. The harder the task, the more honorable the labor. The more a man praises himself, the less inclined are others to praise him."</em> ~Theresa Hak Kyung Cha-Dictee Opening pg 8</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"I don't know if I am that conscious of it, but some people say that our films have a tendency toward dirty laundry. The films say it like it is, rather than how people want it to be. Maybe it is my character that tends to want to do that, because I think the visual arts [artist?] in me wants to say the same kind of thing. So I don't know if I consciously did it; I think it is just my own spirit."</em> ~Camille Billops</span></blockquote>
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A merger of art, prose and poetry<br />
<em>illustrator Camille Billops</em></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"It murmurs inside. It murmurs. Inside is the pain of speech the pain to say. Larger still. Greater than is the pain not to say. To not say. Says nothing against the pain to speak. It festers inside. The wound, liquid, dust. Must break. Must void."</em> ~Theresa Hak Kyung Cha-Dictee Opening pg 3</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"Everybody has a form of tribalism. My sister got the look from Black men because she had a Puerto Rican boyfriend. If she were on the street with two little nasty children needing a daddy, they wouldn’t pay attention. It’s male tribalism that sees women as property."</em> ~Camille Billops</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"When I was in Berkeley everybody was carrying a little red book—Mao's red book—and when Warhol produced his portrait series of Mao in a very aestheticized way, it was a shock—a good shock."</em> ~Dara Birnbaum</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"Things happen in this country because you’re dark. Not necessarily because your hair’s nappy, but because you’re dark. That’s the first thing they see. . . .It will be hard to say, “I’m just a person.” No, you don’t get to be “just a person” here, you have to have a camp. And if it’s going to be with white people, you have to really be white. Nothing funny here. See, with Black America, there’s a legal definition. 1/32 Black blood, that means a great, great-grandmother Black—you are Black. That is only in this country, because of slavery. . . . From what I’ve seen in other cultures of color, very similar systems are at work. It’s racism within the group and that’s very powerful. So white people are not the only players on the stage. If you don’t admit to your own racism, how do you expect to keep telling white people about theirs?"</em> ~Camille Billops</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"From the "Woodstock Nation" on, there was a brief moment when you actually felt that a large alternative group existed—that there were millions of "us" out there. But this was incredibly idealized. . . . I can remember Tom Wolfe lecturing . . . .It was a turnoff to see the author of <cite>Radical Chic</cite> in a totally white suit that looked so elitist to us, especially because he then represented the total opposite of a blue-collar worker. And he said, "You think that you are so different. Look at you. You are all so alike—what you are reading, how you are dressing." The coding within that "alternative" society was as defined and strict as in the society we were rejecting."</em> ~Dara Birnbaum</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"All work is some form of sensitizing oneself to the environment. It causes us to recognize ourselves and become self-conscious. We perceive in many different levels all at the same time. You can’t divide the intellectual and the sensual."</em> ~Lynda Benglis</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"She says to herself if she were able to write she could continue to live. She says to herself if she would write without ceasing. To herself if by writing she could abolish real time. She would live. If she could display it before her and become its voyeur."</em> ~Theresa Hak Kyung Cha-Dictee pg. 141</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tomorrow is Monday and I am finding that Monday is a very busy day normally. If I have time I will post - if I don't (like last week) I won't. But I will post for sure on Tuesday.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-88100139524298580772014-10-24T11:35:00.000-06:002014-10-24T11:42:51.563-06:00The Dream of the Audience<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"There is an ancient Indian saying that something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it. My people have come to trust memory over history. Memory, like fire, is radiant and immutable while history serves only those who seek to control it, those who douse the flame of memory in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth. Beware these men for they are dangerous themselves and unwise. Their false history is written in the blood of those who might remember and of those who seek the truth."</span></em> <span style="font-size: x-small;">~Chris Carter from <em>The Blessing Way</em> X-Files transcript</span> </blockquote>
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Theresa_Hak_Kyung_Cha" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Theresa Hak Kyung Cha</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> was born in the capital city of South Korea in the 1950's and immigrated to the United States when she was 11 years old.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Giant history buff that I am (not) ...I learned today that Korea was occupied by the Japanese from 1910 to 1945 and the Koreans were not permitted to speak their own language during this period of time. Korea has a long history of fighting within it's own country and multiple occupations from other countries. The Koreans say they are the people of (a Korean word that translates into something that means grief and suffering and despair).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cha used words and language with art to make her own messages. Aware that words and language are used to control people, I believe she used words as art as a way to make people think about allowing themselves to be controlled in this way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her most famous work is titled "Dictée" which translates from French as "dictation" or "dictate".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The main body of my work is with language,” Cha wrote,” before it is born on the tip of the tongue.”</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here is a quote from Cha's book, <em>Dictée</em>:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shortly after Dictée was published, just before it was publicly available, she was murdered in New York City. She was 31 years old. Her book is required reading in contemporary literary classes in many universities and her art works, in a diverse range of media, have been featured in touring exhibitions throughout the years.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A documentary of her life and work is in post-production right now. Why not make a contribution to it's funding? Just click on the orange <span style="color: red;">Make a Contribution</span> button below to do that and you can learn more about Cha, her life and work (and the film) by going to </span><a href="http://theresahakkyungcha.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this site</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tomorrow, I am taking a blog writing day off. Sunday is, of course, Inspiration Sunday. Monday, I will be writing about the artist, <span style="font-size: small;">Lygia Clark, whose work is a major reference for contemporary artists dealing with the limits of conventional forms of art. Judy Chicago was next on the list, but I wrote about her in <a href="http://alexalvisart.blogspot.com/2014/10/lets-take-this-one-at-time.html" target="_blank">this earlier post</a>.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">See you Sunday!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-73012263882253253182014-10-23T08:39:00.003-06:002014-10-23T08:39:44.913-06:00A Wonder Woman Blast from the Past<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So. As you may or may not know, I've been researching each artist listed as having been in the </span><a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007 and I am now to the artists on the list who's last names <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">begin with the letter "B".</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today the artist I am learning more about is a video artist, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dara_Birnbaum" target="_blank">Dara Birnbaum</a>. It isn't really my thing to talk about video artists, as I have said before. But for all you video artists who might be interested I decided to stick with it this time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I found some good resources about Birnbaum and I will share those with you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From <a href="http://feministartproject.rutgers.edu/home/" target="_blank">The Feminist Art Project website</a>, which - I very much hope you will explore further:</span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">Who is </span><em><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9pt;">The Feminist Art Project</span></em><span style="color: maroon; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal;">?</span></strong></div>
<span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9pt;"><span style="color: maroon;"><em>The Feminist Art Project</em></span> brings together feminist artists, curators, authors and art critics, teachers and other art and museum professionals across cultural backgrounds, generations and widespread locations to refocus public attention on the significant achievements of women artists and the Feminist Art Movement. <span style="color: maroon;"><em>TFAP</em>’s </span>policies and initiatives are overseen by its National Coordinating Committee. </span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9pt;"> <span style="color: maroon;"><em>TFAP</em> </span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 9pt;"> Regional Coordinators across the globe are spearheading activities in their regions. <span style="color: maroon;"><em>TFAP</em>’s</span> Program Partners are committed to increasing the visibility of feminist art and to promote <span style="color: maroon;"><em>The Feminist Art Project.</em></span></span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From this site was the image below. Important to include I think because - if you've never been to a museum and experienced a video installation -</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you cannot really get the idea of what it might be like just looking at a You Tube video on your computer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of You Tube videos. </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/dracole/about" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">James Rowland</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> made this video about Dara Birnbaum that is a good overview of her work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next on the list of artists on the WACK website is Louise Bourgeois but I have already devoted a post to talking about Louise and if you haven't read it yet just </span><a href="http://alexalvisart.blogspot.com/2014/09/artist-film-friday.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">click here</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wrote that post back when I was attempting to devote a certain day of the week to a certain subject. Alas, that much self- imposed structure never seems to work well for me :}.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">So - tomorrow we are progressing in our list past the artists who's last names begin with the letter "B" to the artists who's last names begin with the letter "C".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Theresa Hak Kyung Cha is who we will talk about tomorrow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Wishing you a fantastic Thursday!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">'Til tomorrow!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-45008857609534321002014-10-22T14:52:00.000-06:002014-10-22T14:52:05.355-06:00Be Yourself<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The artist today is </span><a href="http://www.thehistorymakers.com/biography/camille-billops-41" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Camille Billops</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. And the title of my blog today is in honor of Camille. I don't know how to really explain how I feel about this artist. It's complicated.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She is a visual artist and a filmmaker and she has created some pretty interesting films. One called </span><a href="http://articles.philly.com/1995-05-11/entertainment/25674968_1_kkk-boutique-racial-hatred-racism" target="_blank"><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The KKK Boutique Ain't Just Rednecks</span></em></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and more personal films such as <em>Older Woman and Love</em>,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and </span><a href="http://blackfeministfilmschool.wordpress.com/films-filmmakers/#reflectionssuzanne" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Suzanne, Suzanne</em>.</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> which is about her niece's heroin addiction and abusive father. Her movie</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Finding Christa</em> won the Sundance Film Festival’s Best Documentary in 1992, <i>Finding Christa</i> is a memoir of Billops’ decision to give her daughter up for adoption at the age of 4 and what happened when she reunited with her daughter 20 years later. In an interview for </span><a href="http://bombmagazine.org/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BOMB Magazine</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> she says:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Finding Christa</em> is a plea for women to think about their choices. You should never let anyone take those choices away from you. The control words for women are moral words. They will call you a whore if you want to stand out on the street, just to find out the news. You can’t hang out on that street. Men will circle and drive you away from the public space. So I was always curious about that. I am a feminist, but some of the white women, like the Kate Millets and that group who wanted to go to Iran to liberate the women behind the veil; I said, “Put your ass out on the streets, see how liberated you are. Check out that corner, you need a submachine gun.” But we don’t know the end of this yet, it’s been a very interesting exploration. . . .People see it as bravery, I think of it as a cleansing. A lot of men want to wrestle you to the ground, make you say you’re sorry: “Aren’t you happy you found her?” They’re saying, “Aren’t you going to make this up and repent? And be a real mother now that you have a chance?” An old friend of mine who never got married—he was saying, “You must do this for her, and you must do that.” And I said, “I don’t take that from childless men.” They want you to be a good girl. But many people are thinking people. And it does make people think.</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking about coming up with the idea for the <em>KKK Boutique</em> she says about her and her husband Jim's thinking process:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">For the <cite>KKK: Boutique</cite>, we were going to have our friends come over and talk about their individual racism. But they’re all older and tight, closed and guarded. I was talking to kids at the Chicago Arts Institute, and maybe because certain sadnesses have not happened to them, they were much more open. I told them that we don’t have permission to talk about our racism because it’s such a shameful thing. You’re not supposed to have it. It’s too bad, we should treat it like TB. Suppose you were ashamed to have tuberculosis, like it used to be. I talked about my racism. I said, “Look at it this way. It’s a bad servant, it does not deliver what you want it to deliver. The person you hate does not go away, the situation does not go away by hating, and you are reactive and put your body in a very stressful situation, and if you do it over a period of time, you will come down with diseases. You blow all your energy.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> People come here with preconceived attitudes. They have those attitudes in their own country about color and class. I saw it all in Egypt: the light-skinned people walking in and the dark ones holding the door open. And in Taiwan, all the girls have gloves on and little white hats on, because they don’t want to get dark. One student was out in the surf, wading around out in the ocean, hiding under an umbrella. I said, “You’re not going to get dark, the sun’s down.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> In this country, we always talk about the black and white of things. Black people accusing white people, and in between, we all just do each other as dirty as we can. Black America has a hard time with other minorities, because they see them as between them and the prize, which they feel is their due because of slavery. So, we want to talk about and address all the dynamics of this, but we also want to deal with the madness of things like . . . why do poor whites become Neo-Nazis? They are one of the most ignored groups in America. The upper-classes always call poor white people “trash.” So how do they get your attention? By acting out, becoming Neo-Nazis, Klansmen, the Aryan nation, the White People’s Party, Skinheads. And then their counterparts, who get to go to Harvard, just keep you out of the club and out of the neighborhood. And out of the power at the cocktail parties. Are they any different?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Very good points about racism I think...feminism too. But mostly I admire </span><a href="http://www.theroot.com/articles/culture/2009/12/bomb_the_root_the_camille_billops_interview.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Camille Billops</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> because it seems that she made it a point to just be herself. Knowing how imperfect she is and how perfect that could be. She did her best to try to raise her daughter and wasn't so egotistical to believe that she could do it best and loved her child enough to want the best for her...and loved herself enough to want what was best for herself. She didn't say, "this is how I should be" but rather "this is who I am and what I am called to do."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-26626152636411085122014-10-21T12:14:00.000-06:002014-10-21T12:14:04.839-06:00Art: A Confrontation in Time<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No post yesterday. I know. I was biologically invaded by a flu shot on Sunday and have felt 'meh' ever since. Today I am forcing myself to post this. Really, the only cure for 'meh' is Create in my Studio - which is where I will be heading in short order.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The artist of the day is </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynda_Benglis" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lynda Benglis</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> (warning - photos in link not suitable imagery for children or the workplace...IMHO) and I like her because it seems like she just played with materials that she thought would be interesting and just did what she felt she wanted to do with them and see where she could take them. She played - and artists should play, I think.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since I'm feeling so ...you know. I decided to find a </span><a href="http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/time-tide/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">good interview</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and put in photos of the works mentioned...where I could find them. </span><br />
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<strong>Lynda Benglis:</strong> I realize increasingly that I’m not completely an abstract artist or a so-called post-Minimalist. My work has always been either connected to events in my life, process, subjects or strong associations. It was Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe who first mentioned that he thought of my work as being symbolic or associative. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">and the ‘Pinto Series’ (1969–70). What attracted you to these materials?<br />
<strong>LB</strong> They’ve all been used as a surface for human skin. Latex and rubber masks, wax effigies and wax in ritual. I was also interested in the fact that most of these materials derive from nature. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br /></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> They were bursting with energy! New York was larger than life for me then, because I had grown up in rural Louisiana, and even New Orleans appeared rural compared to New York. I found myself focusing on splashes on the sidewalk or the power of huge trucks passing as I was on my bicycle. And I absorbed that kind of energy. I wanted to give it back in response to something that was going on in a linear way – ideas that had to do with the development of painting and sculpture. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<strong>LB </strong>Well ‘the frozen gesture’ was something that I think both Yves Klein and Franz Kline had done. Symbolically, Klein jumped out the window: he was involved with gesture, process (his ‘women brushes’ painting with their bodies) and the symbolic (sponges soaked with his paint on monochromatic blue canvases). Kline took the gesture and made it iconographic. Frank Stella said that Kline was one of his favourite artists, so I think Stella himself took the canvas, the stretcher bars, and turned them on their side to make them painted objects, as did other artists who were using materials and geometry. They were presenting something that was, in a way, rebellious and sometimes simplistic, and it was called Minimalism. I saw that and understood it in the context of where art could go, but for me it was a statement that seemed very rococo. It was way out on a limb. I felt that art had to have more content, a multiplicity of meaning and associations. And even many of those so-called Minimal artists broke out of their own self-created mould!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>MC</strong> In Dave Hickey’s recent essay ‘A House Built in a Body: Lynda Benglis’s Early Work’ (2010), he writes: ‘As a friend of mine remarked at the time, foreshadowing the dildo photograph: “If she’d only been a guy, it would have been less intimidating.” But she wasn’t a guy […] and male artists have always been welcoming to female artists – except for artists like Lynda Benglis, Hannah Wilke, Bridget Riley and Joan Mitchell whose sheer talent and erotic charisma scared the hell out of everybody, women included.’ Do you think there’s an alpha female quality to your work that at the time scared your peers, not only referring to the 1974 Artforum advert but in the ‘erotic charisma’ and, more so, ‘sheer talent’ that they saw in your practice?<br />
<strong>LB</strong> It’s only a person’s interior and exterior that is different. I think we all have both male and female qualities. Even my dog Pi is an alpha female, so she expresses herself in a very positive energetic way and some people like to define it as male or female – aggression is male and passivity is female – but these are both human and animal traits, and the world is made up of that. That’s in our psyche and it’s a balance in the works and in nature that you can’t easily categorize.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> I think that one context in which to explore that particular work is my addressing and confronting feminism. I was asking myself: ‘What are the questions that I should ask of this movement and myself and what I feel about it?’ The ideas that I proceeded to develop are not so politically conscious and have to be experienced on a different level. I’m inventing new processes in the making of sculpture and painting; I’m redefining how we see and think about form, so it’s a formal pursuit and not a pursuit about feminism and political thinking. It’s about the development of ideas and feelings that have a progression in my personal context. One might see it one way or another according to your time or what you experience when you look at the work – no one can control that. I can’t control it. The museums can’t control it. If art were so pure that it might have a kind of ultimate control within the context of the artist then it would be just pure thought. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> Robert Rauschenberg and Bob Morris recommended that I visit India. Rauschenberg was very close to Merce Cunningham, and the dancers from the 1964 Venice Biennale were going there, so he went to India after he won the Grand Prize at Venice. The family that he visited was very involved in the arts, dancing and science, and so I was very much taken with the place, because I had a context in which to experience it. Before this invitation I might have been afraid to go to India because I had no context. I wouldn’t have gone because it was the ‘thing to do’.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<strong>LB </strong>They’ve allowed me to open up the field of thinking because thinking and art, as in science, is open-ended. It’s inductive and it allows me to consider other possibilities.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> I wanted to see if glass could be formed with my hands and tied into a knot. I could do it because of the space-age technology with gloves. Later I developed this idea of the concave/convex form in glass and cast it; it seemed like jelly on the wall. I found that because of this form – this hemisphere – the surface of the images seemed to float and almost disappear. I took this half-round idea and developed it in metal sculpture and in the pigmented polyurethane as well.<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 11pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">shown in your Cheim & Read exhibition last year, was hypnotizing and, as you said, jelly-like. The brilliant orange colour seemed to really take to the material, almost jump out from it, and similarly for the other pigmented works. <br />
<strong>LB</strong> Yes! These forms accepted the light in an interesting way. This light came kind of within the form; it got absorbed.</span> <o:p></o:p></span><br /></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> Absolutely. And what was interesting about those forms in phosphorous was that when you looked at them, they were constantly moving. That’s the same with the present polyurethane textured forms. We experience something in our bodies that is proprioceptic; we experience it in our whole body – you feel what you see and you are ‘charged’. It’s an exchange of energy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">as well as more recent bronze fountain works. I practice yoga and those works make me think of deep breathing, the idea of seeing the colours of breath moving up and down the inside of the body. This brings to mind another work, Phantom,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">which will be shown at the New Museum for the first time since it debuted at the Union Art Gallery at Kansas State University in 1971. Why was one part of this five-part installation separated? <br />
<strong>LB</strong> I did it in the context of a wall 15 metres long and there were five pieces. For some reason, one of the pieces was sold and the owner didn’t want to let it go. It could not be shown without the fifth piece. But it’s only a relic now because it’s not within the context of the space that I created it in and it looks less interesting – like digging up an urn. Recently I received an apologetic card from the offspring of the widow who didn’t want to part with the fifth element.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br /></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> Working with clay was a big part of my understanding about what I wanted to achieve with form – basically a more organic form. I was also playing with the idea that surface and texture can also describe form: we see the surface and the texture of things and we complete or feel the form. I thought that sculpture had begun to imitate life too much and sculptors had forgotten about the life of the surface and the life of the form itself. They weren’t asking questions anymore and often people were just working too logically: we do this, we do that, we react this way and we get a sculpture. And are we just imitating a form? And I did some of that, too, in question. But for Migrating Pedmarks</span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>LB</strong> I think Jackson Pollock, Helen Frankenthaler and Morris Louis were really playing with this idea of the accident. They were just more responsive, or maybe Pollock was. But actually it’s really a marriage between the conscious and the unconscious that occupies the creative mind. I find what the materials can do and within that context there is that decision-making. In the beginning I romanticized it; and you can say what you want, it is still confined by the format. I saw visions of clouds yesterday; you couldn’t imagine how complicated they were on all horizons. That’s one reason I love New Mexico! The kinds of images of the clouds are infinite. I think we deal with an infinite imagination! This is how the artists must get the God-complex! However, the artist is always dealing with the bounds of the material and the unbounded nature of the universe and of the imagination – and trying to mark the time. Whether you comprehend it or not, you don’t understand it all. It’s infinite.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> I think ideas generate and regenerate when artists are with each other and I think these are very important moments of an artist’s life. I still feel that New York is a great city for seeing and hearing things. Those moments in time that I had as a growing artist I couldn’t have had anywhere else. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> I think people are definitely drawn to nature, even until death. These works were not popular but people are always drawn to the questions that life offers. I think the Internet is a waste of time. The computer can be non-functional. And just the fact that you’re constantly battling something and you think you’re in communication but you’re really not …<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> Exactly. How do you use it? Hickey’s really asking how do you use it in a way that’s a personal gesture? How can it be recognized? Everybody has his or her own handwriting but how do you develop it in a way that’s communicating? It’s about focus and communication.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<strong>LB</strong> I’ve recently made some African masks in glass. The African mask has supposedly long been of interest to collectors and artists since Cubism, which was a proposition that New York’s Museum of Modern Art expounded in the 20th century. From the time I was doing the knots, I was making an organic Cubist statement; the planes were in a sense not planes. It was a linear organic statement, one of curved planes. These particular masks that I bought from the man who sells them from a truck in front of the Whitney Museum are classic images of what might be thought of as an African mask. They interested me not so much for their complexity but for their statement about the African mask: they were for the ritual and about the ritual, created by the tourist industry, and the seller was very cognizant of the Cubists referencing African art. I find that art is made about art and continues to develop certain ideas and what gave me pleasure about these forms was that they were both classic and simplistic at the same time. So I said: ‘I’ll take these classic, simplistic forms and make something else from them’. Why not? Why not regenerate the tribal, you know! [laughs] And so I did that with the glass blowers at The Museum of Glass at The Tacoma Museum.</span></span><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<strong>LB</strong> I hope when someone looks at or feels the work they take with them a kind of physical moment that becomes a special kind of confrontation in time, that’s all. When art speaks to you it’s both a physical and mental exchange that the viewer has. It’s a pure moment, it’s a transition of time, it’s timeless, don’t you think? True art and the response is timeless.</span></span> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have some quotes from all different kinds of artists for you today. Some you may not have heard of so I have some links attached to their names, so if you have any further interest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope this will give you some inspiration for this coming week!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">It takes a certain maturity of mind to accept that nature works as steadily in rust as in rose petals. ~</span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Basic-Fingerweaving-Esther-Warner-Dendel/dp/067121697X" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Esther Warner Dendel</span></a></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I don't express myself in my paintings. I express my not-self. ~Mark Rothko</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHo8ihPT621InRMnevq0Jh3ufcpA67ZcfIq5UwEP0WJJ6pK4MCifOJPOatXno2XiFMVY1jSRvZnBScE-yzcLxYcTbm8tS9QLobFodSufQqao1k-pHZhnoDT7gv5k0GXVq4i8Q4bZFbas_O/s1600/MarkRothkoRoom_TateModern.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHo8ihPT621InRMnevq0Jh3ufcpA67ZcfIq5UwEP0WJJ6pK4MCifOJPOatXno2XiFMVY1jSRvZnBScE-yzcLxYcTbm8tS9QLobFodSufQqao1k-pHZhnoDT7gv5k0GXVq4i8Q4bZFbas_O/s1600/MarkRothkoRoom_TateModern.jpg" height="192" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mark Rothko Room - Tate Modern</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have discovered that the unasked-for accident can be the salvation of what you are doing. ~Stephen De Staebler</span> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stephen De Staebler - Winged Victory</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">The further I go, the sorrier I am about how little I know: it is this that bothers me the most. ~Claude Monet</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have never liked the middle ground - the most boring place in the world. ~Louise Nevelson</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Louise Nevelson - Shadows and Flags - NYC 1977</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Only just now awakening after years of materialism, our soul is still infected with the despair born of unbelief, of lack of purpose and aim. ~Wassily Kandinsky</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wassily Kandinsky - <span class="irc_su" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;">Flood Improvisation</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Something awful happens to a person who grows up as a creative kid and suddenly find no creative outlet as an adult. ~</span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judy_Blume" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Judy Blume</span></a></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Art thaws even the frozen, darkened soul, opening it to lofty spiritual experience. ~</span><a href="http://aleksandr%20solzhenitsyn/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn</span></a></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I begin to feel an enormous need to become savage and to create a new world. ~Paul Gauguin</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paul Gauguin - <span class="irc_su" dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;">Washerwomen at Roubine du Roi</span></td></tr>
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The artist himself may not think he is religious, but if he is sincere his sincerity in itself is religion. ~<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Carr" target="_blank">Emily Carr</a><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emily Carr - Kitwancool</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Tomorrow I will continue along with my research of each artist listed as having been in the </span><a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007 and I am now to the artists on the list who's last names begin with the letter "B".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope you enjoy the last few hours of your weekend.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'Til tomorrow!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-48637975784994675452014-10-18T06:30:00.000-06:002014-10-18T07:38:30.423-06:00The Change Has To Come From Deep Within Us<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As promised yesterday, a portion of that transcript (where I read yesterday's short quote). It's from an interview <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">between Timothy Cahill, editor of <i><a href="http://www.williamstownart.org/artconservator/artconserv-about.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8;">Art Conservator</span></a> </i>magazine and Mary Bauermeister. The whole interview can be seen <a href="http://www.williamstownart.org/artconservator/images/bauermeister_interview.pdf" target="_blank">here</a>, the part that intrigued me is below:</span></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In Europe I was a strict nonfigurative artist. We, the postwar generation, did not trust anything our forefathers represented anymore. We started from scratch: bombed cities, everything we were made to believe in had been proved to be an illusion. Our grandfathers, fathers, cousins and older brothers did not return from the war, or if they did, they were broken. Broken limbs, broken hearts, broken ideals—for the rest of their lives they were <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-ItalicMT;">verstummt</span>, silenced, in a traumatic, paralyzed sense. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now, that was not because they had “lost the war.” There is always a loser and a winner in battle. It was the awakening, the realization [of] what they had given their lives [for] and taken the lives of others. The soldiers were not aware of the Hitler regime’s human crimes. Only after the war had they seen the photos of the concentration camps.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>So we grew up in these desperate, hungry times, and to paint figures, landscapes, </em><em>still lifes, at least to me and my closest artist friends, seemed ridiculous. </em></span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Also, as a child I saw around every living being a colorful moving aura (even around so-called dead things like stones), so when I saw Art, paintings of reality, I missed the color field. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Later, when my visionary childhood vanished away through schooling and teaching, when I had to learn the reduced interpretation of the world, <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-ItalicMT;">I refused</span>. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Before I knew what-for, I resisted the normative dogmas of what one does, thinks, feels, or what one does not. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>An ambiguity, a multi-dimensional, integral understanding: things are not either/or. They are 1+1=3. Non-dualistic. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">That’s why, later in my artistic life, I was so happy to have found the optical glasses, which, when put over my written statements in my lens-boxes would distort and change and make relative my statements. They were not meant as absolute truth, they were “in-between” results of a thinking and feeling process.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>So, back to my early art life. Whatever I had started as an artist was not considered </em><em>art when I did it. My early cloth material “sheet-lightsheets” were regarded as female "knitting” crafts;</em></span> </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary Bauermeister-GroBes Lichttuch</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>My experiments with colors </em><em>(phosphors) which load themselves with light and fire [. . .] in darkness to vanish </em> </span><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">altogether (blue, red, yellow, violet disappearing at different speeds), were considered “chemistry”; my use of magnets in art pieces was physics.</span> <br />
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Four Stone Pictures on Magnetic Plate<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I resisted art teaching more-or-less successfully. I only followed an inner drive to express what was not yet <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-ItalicMT;">there, </span>in reality or thought. To make art was more a finding, searching process that a knowing.<br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then in 1962 I had my first one-man show in the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam. The director, Jan Willem Sandberg, had seen a “concept composition” which I did as a student in [composer Karlheinz] Stockhausen’s composition class, <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-ItalicMT;">Score for Visual Artists. <o:p></o:p></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">What the interpreters of music do, play the notes of the composer, I brought into the field of art. The plan was part of a multimedia <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-ItalicMT;">gesamtkunstwerk</span>, so many artists from all fields could interpret the score. This strange piece of concept interested Sandberg and I had my first show. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">At the same time in the museum there was a little show of American art—[Jasper] Johns, [Richard] Stankiewicz, [Alfred] Leslie and [Robert] Rauschenberg’s <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-ItalicMT;">goat</span>. I was so flabbergasted by this piece, and I knew, where this is called Art, I will and want to be!</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I went to Sandberg’s office [and] asked him to buy one of my show’s pieces, so I could afford a ticket to America. He did, and I ended up in USA October 1962. Six months on Long Island, [then] 1963, New York, National Arts Club, to which I transported all kinds of natural material, stones, sand, pebbles, tree trunks and many “ready-<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-ItalicMT;">trouvier</span>”—that’s what I called my found objects, which I hung on the wall of my first New York show, Galleria Bonino, 1963-64, as an homage to Marcel Duchamp (who I consider my teacher, and who liked my work very much.) <br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You cannot illustrate something absurd or abnormal without reference to something else. So surrealism needs realism to play with and against (like atheism needs theism)—to make a drawing of a piano where the keys are “out of order” and the pianist has six fingers on one hand, four on the other: multi-meaning, ambiguity, indeterminism. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So I gave into figurativeness, and I also could not resist becoming politically involved—Bob Dylan’s songs, Joan Baez, the Vietnam War, money, greed, inhuman exploitation, together with a clean, anesthetic morality. The Cold War, the “fellow traveler,” the “yellow danger,” the Chinese, were the evil ones—an enemy was always needed to distract from one’s own shallowness. Pop Art as a warning, making banalities the subject of art.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">From 1968 to 1971 I did several pieces with figurative elements, drawings with political themes and titles, which show my intentions: (1) Don’t defend your freedom with poisoned mushrooms,1964, hinting at the atom bomb mushroom cloud, dedicated to John Cage, a pacifist and enthusiastic mushroom hunter, whose work I had performed in 1960 with Cage, [Merce] Cunningham, [David] Tudor performing.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(2) <span style="mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRomanPS-ItalicMT;">I’m a pacifist, but war photographs are too beautiful, </span>1966, hinting at the beauty of colors of liquid bombing, dropping colorful phosphors from attacking airplanes and setting fires in the cities a [conventional] bomb could have never achieved. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As most of the German old cities had wooden roofs, a whole street would burn in seconds and no [escape] was possible. We lived in the forest near Cologne and watched these bombs at night. How can something so beautiful like these colors be so destructive? The piece is in New York with Mrs. Bonino [. . . ]. </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">No fighting on Christmas,1967-68, subtitled, “Kill for freedom, fight for peace.” [. . .] (4)China Tinte “Import Forbidden”,1967-68, a sculpture which is now on consignment with Achim Moeller Gallery, New York. (5)Yellow Flowers, 1968, an assemblage of many elements, a standing box, a collage of yellow shapes which look like flowers from a distance, but up close turn out to Chinese people hurting each other.(Moeller has one of these flowers with the China Tinte piece.) </span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(6) US Asian hero, 1968, and (7)The Great Fallout Society, about 10 pieces, lens-boxes, which I did in 1969 and do not have any or only a few documents. The Great Fallout Society, “fallout” = atomic waste, and the other meaning of our whole Western decadence.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">The intriguing details of Bauermeister’s lens box encourage viewers to look closely and puzzle at it from multiple angles. The arrangement of conical and spherical forms and stones is inhabited by a grotesque population of sketchy, monstrous heads, clusters of inked eyeballs, and caricatures of American political figures from the Vietnam War era, including conservative Illinois Senator Everett Dirksen, and President Richard Nixon, who took office in 1969. The work’s title refers to the social reform programs instigated during Lyndon B. Johnson’s Presidency that were never fully implemented — a circumstance that critics ascribed to the escalating costs of the Vietnam War. The multilingual patches of “yes” and “no,” mathematical equations, and strings of phrases describing the “germ-free…drugged society” that appear throughout #175 convey Bauermeister’s view that the government’s interest in Vietnam had tainted American society. Together, the text and images suggest that the state distorts reality such that nothing can be taken for granted or at face value.</span> </span><br />
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</span></span><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Are we as humans, the way we behave, not ourselves the fallout, the poison, the “mistake” of evolution? Are we at the verge of collective suicide? and if yes, why? Is the human experiment still valid, meaning does it lead to a peaceful, harmonious integration of spirit and matter—“the sons of God saw the daughters of the earth . . . ” [Gen. 6:2] and we the result of this marriage.</span><br />
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</em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Can we tame our reptile brain and stop fighting—can we bring this experiment to a fruitful end, or do we end ourselves in atomic, ecological, economic disasters?</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">All these influences were urgent in the late Sixties. The Hippie Movement. The Student Revolt. The anti-dogma, [. . .] anti-establishment protests. And above all, “Mr. Clean, Mr. Proper,” keep it antiseptic, as long as it’s germ-free: a symbol of moral cleanliness, self-importance, arrogance, hubris. </span></em></div>
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<em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The title meant, of course, in an ironic or sarcastic way (although my sarcasm is never nihilistic—the beauty of sunshine, the serenity of love, the innocence of children, the desire to contact the absolute—the depths to which humans can reach in their search always for one hope. </span></em></em><br />
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<em><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The bottle is half-full, not half-empty).</span></em></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope you have enjoyed this and are having a wonderful Saturday. For more on Mary you can see a lovely article written about where she is living <a href="http://matahina.blogspot.com/2011/12/mary-bauermeister.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Inspiration Sunday is tomorrow of course.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">'Til then!</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875962526009281812.post-67762212285051680002014-10-17T11:16:00.004-06:002014-10-17T11:16:34.397-06:00"Oh sure...how could that be?"<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So. I've been researching each artist listed as having been in the </span><a href="http://sites.moca.org/wack/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #426cf8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WACK! Art and the Feminist Revolution</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> show in 2007 and I am now to the artists on the list who's last names begin with the letter "B".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you have just come across this blog and want to start in the A's, then just click <a href="http://alexalvisart.blogspot.com/2014/10/magdalena-abakanowicz-hitler-and-moms.html" target="_blank">here</a> and you will go right to that entry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Magdalena <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abakanowicz is the first artist I talked about. She was born in Poland in 1930.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The artist we are speaking about today is Mary Bauermeister who was born in Germany in 1934 and lived in Frankfurt. Her mother was a singer and her father a professor.</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For those of us who have read Anne Frank's <em>The Diary of a Young Girl, </em>(Anne was born just 5 years before Mary in Frankfurt also) - or even those of us who haven't - we have a pretty good idea that living in Frankfurt was devastating for the Jewish population...a colossal understatement if there ever was one. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What was it maybe like if you weren't Jewish?...growing up there and then?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hitler came into power in Germany in 1933, one year before Mary was born. So her childhood - until the war ended anyway - had the Nazi propaganda machine buzzing away in the background. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you want a better picture in your mind what that could have been like, here is a good overview from the <a href="http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/propaganda_in_nazi_germany.htm" target="_blank">History Learning Site</a>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanted to mention the propaganda machine because says in the interview (portion) that I will have for us tomorrow: "The soldiers were not aware of the Hitler regime's human crimes. Only after the war had they seen the photos of the concentration camps."</span><br />
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In my head I'm thinking "Oh sure...how could <em>that</em> be?" <br />
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But after reading about the propaganda the Germans were subjected to and understanding that it was far easier to be cut off from the rest of the world - back then - than it is today, I can see how that could have been the perception of someone who was a child during that time...<br />
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I think the adults (as the majority of them wouldn't have voted Hitler into office had they the choice) living in Frankfurt then were not so fooled...but. <br />
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You know. I wasn't there.<br />
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So I have tried to set the stage somewhat for Mary Bauermeister who turned 80 years just last month.</span> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to share with you a portion of that transcript (where I read that quote). It's from an interview <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">between Timothy Cahill, editor of <i><a href="http://www.williamstownart.org/artconservator/artconserv-about.html" target="_blank">Art Conservator</a> </i>magazine and Mary Bauermeister...but it will have to wait for tomorrow's post - as today I have droned on long enough.</span></span></span><br />
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But - tomorrow you will see why I found this portion fascinating. I think it gives such a wonderful picture of what she was thinking and feeling through years of the creation of much of her work. And. I will search for and insert photographs of the works she mentions in the transcript because I wanted us to have a visual too.<br />
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Doesn't that sound like great fun?<br />
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Okay!<br />
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'Til tomorrow then! Hope you are enjoying your FRIDAY!<br />
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~Alex</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12689703231071633381noreply@blogger.com0