jerry saltz-venice09 new york magazine
Entropy in Venice
There’s too much art about art at the Biennale. But maybe something’s coming out of the other side of that black hole.
There’s too much art about art at the Biennale. But maybe something’s coming out of the other side of that black hole.
john vanderslice
showbiz masked as music went down this w/e (that did me in for the entropic 80s)
made me wonder about the best of 2009. so far of late for me is also the most surprising : john vanderslice's 'romanian names'. this is not from that album
made me wonder about the best of 2009. so far of late for me is also the most surprising : john vanderslice's 'romanian names'. this is not from that album
Heimat by Edgar Reitz
on the suject of personal favourites..
once upon a time in the 1980s for a whole weekend at the academy twin in paddington we lived in schabbach with the simon family
once upon a time in the 1980s for a whole weekend at the academy twin in paddington we lived in schabbach with the simon family
tuxedomoon_in a manner of speaking
i shot these images at le poisson rouge in nyc last year. 'in a manner of speaking' was from their 1985 'holy wars'
desanguinate that painting chicken
below is a snippet from an interview with lisa beck. change the name and replace her word 'homeopathic' with 'notional' and it could be truly a quote from yours truly. Its that removal from the reality of colours (oh yeah, and correct the spelling of the word) that allow b+w work to be negotiated with the detached scrutiny that works for me..
F: Why b/w; why no color?
LB: It felt right. These pieces are very much involved with bipolarity/symmetry, and the opposition of black and white seems appropriate. A black and white image is not going to be confused with reality- so it can be depictive and abstract at the same time. The lack of color permits a different kind of scrutiny, to structure and content.
You know that I did primarily black and white work for about 10 years. Then color crept in, and took over and now it’s drained out again. I’m not sure why it comes or goes, but I can equate it to black and white versus color photography. Though I like color photos a lot, I’ve always been drawn to black and white images- they are both analytical and moody. Some of these pieces do have a sort of homeopathic amount of color in them, but it is more felt than seen.
F: Why b/w; why no color?
LB: It felt right. These pieces are very much involved with bipolarity/symmetry, and the opposition of black and white seems appropriate. A black and white image is not going to be confused with reality- so it can be depictive and abstract at the same time. The lack of color permits a different kind of scrutiny, to structure and content.
You know that I did primarily black and white work for about 10 years. Then color crept in, and took over and now it’s drained out again. I’m not sure why it comes or goes, but I can equate it to black and white versus color photography. Though I like color photos a lot, I’ve always been drawn to black and white images- they are both analytical and moody. Some of these pieces do have a sort of homeopathic amount of color in them, but it is more felt than seen.
terra australis

- No place in Australia is a distance of more than 1000 km (621 miles) from the ocean.
- There are more than 150 million sheep in Australia and only 21 million people.
- Tasmania has the cleanest air in the world.
- Australia has the second largest population of Greeks in the world. Melbourne is second only to Athens in Greek population.
- Australia has an average of only 3 people per square kilometre.
- Australians are the most incontinent in the world.
metropol_mark kozelek
i made this little vid from footage i shot in houston tx and the la brea tar pits_gorgeous song 'one more day to know this place
to kiss your sweet koala face'
to kiss your sweet koala face'
baby banana

when Banana got old she moved out of the studio and made a home in the hollowed back of a stack of geoff newton canvasses that he'd dumped in the old bike shed when he graduated. In the early evenings I'd call her with our agreed possum call. Banana would waddle out of the shed and gingerly make her way over to the stoop where i'd sit with my tidbit for her. she and i knew true love and thats a good thing too as i was in training for the monastic artist life ive since lead for the last 10 years or so. She was becoming blind by then which only intensified our bond. Man, she'd do anything for a weston's chocolate biscuit. One evening i noticed she was getting fat,not something that could be attributed to diet as she was becoming dependent on me for any food..a blind possum is easy prey for foxes and feral cats..no she was with possumling..amazingly..and this is true..she would let me look into her pouch and check out the baby while she ate. possums carry their young in a pouch for some months before they ever emerge as the hissing little furballs they are. This picture was made when the babyBanana was still living at home. its a prune in mama's fingers. mamabanana was not in good shape by then.
bodies in trouble_some installation snaps
i might have mentioned i have a solo exhibition currently at canberra contemporary art space. i'll try not to mention it again.the prints are archival inkjets and the b+w paintings are b+w paintings 

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