Could watch this for a day or two
THE EVENT OF A THREAD | Ann Hamilton
original video | Paul Octavious[tumblr]
[gif | DevidSketchbook]
Nude | Shinichi Maruyama
Could watch this for a day or two
THE EVENT OF A THREAD | Ann Hamilton
original video | Paul Octavious[tumblr]
[gif | DevidSketchbook]
Nude | Shinichi Maruyama
NATURE IS STORED IN A WAREHOUSE COMPLEX
Finnish Artist Ilkka Halso - “My work deals with man’s ambivalent relation to nature. It is typical for human beings to mold nature, justifying their actions by their aesthetic and economic aspirations. But nature cannot endure everything. In my photographs, control over nature has acquired a concrete form. The elements of nature have been rethought and have, for logistical purposes, been packed into modules that are easier to handle. The whole of nature is stored in a gigantic warehouse complex and the most common types of nature from soil and flora to fauna can be easily assembled into working ecosystems. What is happening? Has nature been evacuated to await better times, or has it been simplified into merchandise and absurd tableaux? I am looking into the future. I don’t like what I see.”
(via shinyslingback)
The effect of a mirror is totally under-appreciated in our digital age.
越後妻有アートトリエンナーレ by tatsuya uemura on Flickr.
Navajo Monument Valley Tribal School near Goulding, Utah | Skeet McAuley 1986
Amon Carter Museum of American Art, Fort Worth, Texas
© 1986 Skeet McAuley
According to What | Jasper Johns, 1964
"Artistic integrity. Where did you come up with that? You’re not an artist and you have no integrity."
- Jerry to George, Seinfeld
So these are hauntingly beautiful…
ALEXEY TITARENKO
City of Shadows (1992-1994)
“The idea of The City of Shadows emerged quite unexpectedly and quite naturally during the collapse [of the Soviet Union] in the fall of 1991. I mean that the concept itself stemmed from my impressions nourished by the everyday reality. At that period, I continued to work on my series Nomenklatura of Signs. Suddenly, at some point I realized that I was struggling with emptiness and that my creative impulses – initially absolutely sincere – were running the risk of contemplating upon ideas no longer valid. This happened because the Soviet people, all these human beings deprived of their individuality and turned into “signs” by a criminal regime, began transforming from smiling and happy-looking “signs” into wandering shadows, even though rejecting the role of a “sign” could result in the loss of life. The year of 1992 was approaching…
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