I was recently pointed to the most amazing thing, a music / fire / street performance called Glissendo, conceived by one “Ulik, the Machanical Clown” and executed by French art group Le Snob. They’re playing “Lightning” by Phillip Glass on a Dixieland band, riding Segways under the robes, and of course the band leader has [...]
I’ve finally imported all of my (10,000 odd) travel photos into Lightroom and I’m starting to organize, tag, color correct, and most importantly of all, select which ones I want to assemble for a show. At a remove of months or years, I’m definitely seeing new aspects to my work. Even more fun, I’m begging to see previously unexpected correspondences between them, such as this one:
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I’ve always understood that photographs can be related visually, such as by form, texture, or color. I’ve also know that photographs could be related by theme, or tell a story. What hadn’t occurred to me until recently is that images could also be connected by the emotion they inspired in me. I love how understanding communication is a never-ending process…
Existence itself may be considered an abyss possessed of no meaning. I do not read this as a pessimistic statement. If it be true, then I can see in it nothing else but a declaration of autonomy for my imagination & will– & for the most beautiful act they can conceive with which to bestow meaning upon existence.
Enter YouTube. Enter MySpace, Facebook, and all the others. Enter blogs, cheap DV cameras, cheap professional-grade software, cheap everything. If the point of Web 2.0 is to blur the distinction between information producer and consumer, then surely that shift applies also to art. Just as the journalism establishment has been forced to rethink itself after the advent of blogs, the Art Establishment may very soon find itself forced to reconsider all aspects of not only the creation and distribution of art, but what it means to be an artist.
no metaphor can say this
but I can’t stop pointing
to the beauty
The poet Jelal ad-Din Rumi does something to me, something wonderful. He makes me feel one of those feelings that I deeply cherish but can never quite describe. Certain works of art do this to me. It’s like being in love, [...]
Art is a four-letter word that cuts through logic.
The Lap Dance Exchange (or LDE as we in the know call it) is a recurring private party based around the idea of “a strip club for everyone.”
Simnuke was, without a doubt, the biggest fireball I will ever witness. What it means beyond that is unclear.
I am extremely happy that someone is actually paying for me to shoot people with fire.
Science and Art show up to the same party, and go home alone once again.
