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Post by millring on Jun 14, 2011 9:24:23 GMT -5
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Post by sekhmet on Jun 14, 2011 9:53:04 GMT -5
I'm saving this invaluable tool for all my artist friends. Thank you John. It's as good a statement as any of the bullshit that I see regularly in the community.
My work is fueled by my delight in doing the damned stuff. I don't give a rat's posterior about postmodernism. Give me an abstract expressionist any day! Give me modernist paintings. Give me figures! Give me what you see is what you get, have a blast paintings. Give me refuge from having to tell people what the hell it is I'm up to as if it weren't completely clear from the work.
Give me a curmudgeonly corner in a cafe, with a really good cup of espresso. On the rocks. (My latest favourite at Starbucks).
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Post by Greg B on Jun 14, 2011 10:05:54 GMT -5
Perfect!
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My work explores the relationship between acquired synesthesia and emotional memories.
With influences as diverse as Nietzsche and John Cage, new synergies are generated from both traditional and modern meanings.
Ever since I was a teenager I have been fascinated by the ephemeral nature of the mind. What starts out as vision soon becomes corrupted into a cacophony of power, leaving only a sense of decadence and the chance of a new synthesis.
As shifting phenomena become clarified through emergent and critical practice, the viewer is left with a glimpse of the limits of our future.
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That statement perfectly represents my art. Now, what exactly is my art?
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Post by millring on Jun 14, 2011 11:24:25 GMT -5
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Dub
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I'm gettin' so the past is the only thing I can remember.
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Post by Dub on Jun 14, 2011 11:48:29 GMT -5
I'm saving this invaluable tool for all my artist friends. Thank you John. It's as good a statement as any of the bullshit that I see regularly in the community. My work is fueled by my delight in doing the damned stuff. I don't give a rat's posterior about postmodernism. Give me an abstract expressionist any day! Give me modernist paintings. Give me figures! Give me what you see is what you get, have a blast paintings. Give me refuge from having to tell people what the hell it is I'm up to as if it weren't completely clear from the work. Give me a curmudgeonly corner in a cafe, with a really good cup of espresso. On the rocks. (My latest favourite at Starbucks). Give me librium or give me meth. |
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Post by Russell Letson on Jun 14, 2011 12:09:10 GMT -5
My work explores the relationship between fingers and keyboard. Or relations and ships. (A couple of cousins are in the Merchant Marine.)
With influences as diverse as Popeye and Bluto (can't get much more diverse than that pair, even if they are both sailors--unless, of course, you're Olive Oyl), new tensions are created with every glimpse of an upturned nose or stick-like leg. (The ubiquitous Ms. Oyl again.)
Ever since I was in Montessori school, I have been bored comatose by anything blue. Unless it was a sweater. Or a really nice pair of socks. What starts out as the greasy, tangled, smelly covering of a rather stupid grass-eater eventually becomes something to warm the feet or make the torso all snuggly. Actually, it doesn't have to be blue. I much prefer green. Or even avocado.
As little guys and big guys bash each other around and skinny broads make squealing noises and trip over their oversize feet and get their limbs all tangled in anatomically impossible knots, the viewer is left with a feeling of cozy comfort, secure in the certainty that nothing warms like wool. Not even spinach.
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Post by sekhmet on Jun 14, 2011 13:32:21 GMT -5
You guys are hilarious.
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