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beginning, meet end
Pubs are probably a fertile incubation space for art. All sorts of unhinged, but nonetheless possibly valid ideas begin life in a pub amongst friends, usually after at least four quick pints. Laced with alcohol, people say the most outrageous things which nearly always require proof of concept outside the fantasy world of your local… (read more)
agoraphobia finds a friend
Lately, the over-busy mega-populated, push-to-shove city of London has been overloaded with single artist shows at the Tates; Arshile Gorky and Van Doesburg at the Big Smokestack, Henry Moore at Old Tate. After being blitzed through the eyeballs with a supermarket full of Pop artists a few months ago at Tate Modern, it’s a relief… (read more)
free psychoanalysis…thank you art.
“In 1992, he commenced a series of strands of low-watt white lightbulbs, which he strung along walls or vertically, from ceilings. Alluding to purity, spirituality, and enlightenment, these delicate and flaccid garlands, which willfully surrender to the forces of gravity, are also a campy commentary on the phallic underpinnings of numerous Minimalist creations, particularly Dan… (read more)
art, meet science
Art, if you haven’t noticed, doesn’t pretend to know boundaries. I’m pretty sure it couldn’t find them if it had night-vision goggles, taped up with sonar-enhanced earplugs, connected to Scoville Chili Pepper Heat Index tongue extensions. The common law of physics that applies to everything else we know, anything within the upper limit of the… (read more)
jean tinguely: one of us
Do you ever wonder what artists were like when they were young; when they were a mere five paintbrushes high? I had a visit to Tate Liverpool this past week, where an exhibit for Jean Tinguely had been in place for a few months. Tinguely is the perfect artist for men, or as women would… (read more)
more math for artists
As an artist – as a hungry, wanting, miserable-existing, low-rent-living, desperately seeking appreciation artist – wouldn’t you want to have maximum exposure so that any one of us buyers and lovers of art might catch on that you, well, exist? More philosophically, if you have a showing of your work, and it lasts only one… (read more)
manufacturing nature through art
I don’t quite understand the idea of trompe l’oeil, the french phrase for fooling the eye. Other than the obvious: to prove you can make something so good it fools others into thinking art is reality, it seems to be more science than art. To be accomplished at it is to be technically skilled, and… (read more)
decent docents
It’s only a pile of dried, grey brown leaves, swept into a mound, placed in the middle of Birmingham’s Ikon Gallery. They’re not particularly impressive looking leaves either; small and perfect shape, lacking in personality. They’re from the box tree, offers the Ikon employee sitting near the sculpture. He goes on to say that the… (read more)
tale of two sculptures
Generally I’ve found sculpture to be thick, pointless and questionable. Whenever you hear someone ask, “Why is that called art?”, it’s likely that person is pondering incredulously at a sculpture. I don’t know how they get away with it, but sculpture artists have the seemingly unlimited ability to cloud our sense of beauty and poetry… (read more)