Posts Tagged ‘Art’

I Think I’m Falling for You

July 26, 2008

On conservative estimate the average person takes a bout 3,000 steps per day; that means that each day one experiences 3,000 tiny, controlled falls. Every time you take a step, you lean forward and fall slightly, and are caught by your outstretched foot. If you failed to put your foot forward, you would fall flat on your face. After your foot touches the ground, your body’s weight is transferred to it and your knee bends to absorb the shock. The front leg then lifts the body and propels it forward as the rear leg swings up to catch you again, and the cycle repeats.

Above some artists (left to right: Marc Chagall, Li Wei, Kerry Skarbakka, Denis Darzacq, Sam Taylor Wood, Stanley Forman) provide their observations on that moment where the body is dislocated from its connection to the ground. Unlike the myclonic jerks of sleep flight or falling, these pieces show the grace and fluidity of bodies removed from the ceiling and floor of relative gravity. The Icarusian desire to fly with such seeming grace undercuts its impossibility and the dangers of impact. Regardless, they are fleeting moments of serene beauty, the kind of falls we almost let ourselves take 3,000 times a day.

Trying to embrace the beauty of a fall in perpetuity.

One Dollar

April 11, 2008

I want to trade dollars with you. I found mine on Wednesday. I will have small, signed and numbered prints available for $1.00

It’s quite simple, I give you one dollar you give me $1.00

If interested contact me: jsolitrin@yahoo.com

or simply send a SASE +$1 to 58 Polder Dr. / Langhorne PA/ 19053

A New Way of Looking

March 31, 2008

This weekend I took a trip into NYC to visit a friend called Amie and spend a bit of time at the MoMA. During our adventure, Amie and I noticed that many visitors to the museum were not spending much time looking at the work, rather they were busy capturing. We were amazed at the number of people who were using digital cameras and cellphones to take photographs of each piece of art on the gallery walls. They would travel from piece to piece, cataloging their MoMA experience.

I am not sure the reason behind taking home a digital pocket-version of each work. It seemed as though they were spending more time looking at the screens on their cameras than at the actually works in front of them. I wonder whether people are more comfortable looking at reality through the mediation of the digital screen, or if they needed some sort of pixel proof that they had once stood in front of a Kirschner or a Jasper Johns. Amie’s best guess was that people simply cannot shake their role as consumers, and these ravenous image-eaters needed something to take away from the experience. This is especially absurd considering that Amie was stopped twice by museum security- once for drinking water and again for making a quick phone call to report this phenomena… all while, no less than three, people in the same room stood in front of paintings with their cameras. One cannot speak or drink in the museum, while others wander around reproducing the museum byte-by-byte.

I suppose the admission cost for the back-of-camera MoMA is significantly cheaper, but of course there is no café or gift shop.

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why settle for just looking and experiencing, when one can make some small claim of ownership?

Call for Entries- CIRCULATION

February 12, 2008
you should submit, or pass this on to someone you may know in the visual arts.
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Call For Entries Artists of All Mediums: Circulation

The strength and value in art is located not solely in its visuality, but also in its ability to circulate as an object, or at the most basic level- its grounds in a circulating idea.

Within a tiny droplet of blood, there are some 5 million red blood cells. It takes about 20 seconds for each of these red blood cells to circle the whole body. These red blood cells will each make approximately 250,000 round trips of the body before being replaced by another red blood cell.

USA Today has a daily circulation of 2,528,437. In one year, that amounts to 922,879,505 reads.

By the end of the Civil War, between one-third and one-half of all U.S. paper currency in circulation was counterfeit.

The ice age cycles were influenced by changes in ocean circulation arising from changes in the Earth’s orbit around the Sun.

Booksmart Studio is seeking submission of artist works that confront, explore, exploit, challenge, and investigate the modes, methods, and effects of circulation. Keeping in line with the diverse modes of circulation and dissemination, the exhibition is open to all mediums.
To download details and entry form click here.
The deadline for entry is March 28, 2008.
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For more information visit Booksmart Studio or e-mail gallery@booksmartstudio.com

Victor Hugo and Virginity

June 25, 2007

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Liverpool St. Station- my point of entry from Harlow Town Britrail to the London Underground. Above in the center is the train callboard.

This past weekend was packed with art and lists. On Saturday I took the train into London to visit the Tate Modern. One of the galleries held an exhibition on meaning/ language/ understanding/ semiotics/ communication and the like. The gallery featured John Baldessari’s contribution, a rather seductive looking girl reading on James Joyce; in Baldessari fashion, the artist’s submission came in the form of a stack of litho prints piled on the gallery floor- I was more than glad to take one.

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Baldessari has said, “For me, there is an image junk pile, and I’m a scavenger. Images are like random words that one might cull from a dictionary, and I’m trying to put them back together in some way, reassembling them.”

The Tate also featured a room of works by Mark Rothko. Entering, one finds a surprisingly dimly-lit room; only when your eyes adjust does one get the full effect of a Rothko painting. With some patience the paintings reveal an amazing depth of color. The transformation provided an experienced only matched for me by seeing one of James Turrell’s “Gaps.”

Another room featured the self-portraits of Francesca Woodman. The RISD grad produced a rather amazing body of work in the 1970’s before jumping out of her New York studio while only in her early twenties. Her portraits are beautiful, thoughtful, sad, enigmatic and mature; evoking in me a similar response as to some of Robert Frank’s later work.

Also housed in the collection are Ed Ruscha’s seemingly inane sketches of paper shapes, that is, until you look at the label and see that these delicate works are gunpowder on paper. Volatile yet subtle and mundane, Ruscha toys with combinations of materials, meanings, and message.

I was also lucky enough to see one of Manzoni’s “Artist’s Shit.” Canned, labeled and preserved, Manzoni’s poop rests in a glass case comfortably tucked away within the confines of the Tate Modern. And to think… how much fine art do we just flush every day?

Jackson Pollock, Joan Miró, Man Ray, Paul Klee, Francis Bacon, Picasso, Alexander Calder, Marcel Duchamp, Dalí, Max Ernst, David Smith, Jean Arp, Yves Tanguy, Giacometti, de Chirico, Henry Moore, Francis Picabia, Jean Dubuffet, Cy Twombly, Joseph Beuys, Louise Bourgeois, Max Beckmann, Diego Rivera, Karel Appel, Lucien Freud, David Hockney, Chuck Close, Markus Lüpertz, Robert Rauschenberg, Georg Baselitz, Willem de Kooning, Franz Kline, Helen Frankenthaler, Braque, Leger, Malevich, Brancusi, Henri Matisse, Clyfford Still, Carl Andre, Kandinsky, Naum Gabo, Piet Mondiran, Ellsworth Kelly, Julian Opie, Jeff Koons, Andy Warhol, Richard Hamilton, Boccioni, Lichtenstein, Delauney, Frank Stella, Ad Reinhardt, Donald Judd, Robert Morris, Robert Mangold, Juan Gris, Georges Grosz, Rodin, Gustav Klimt, Jasper Johns, Magritte, Gerhard Richter, Dieter Roth, Claes Oldenburg, James Rosenquist, Andre Breton, Sol Lewitt, Barnett Newman, Mark Rothko, Troshin, Lissitzky, Rodchenko…

If your favorite artist was not on this list then perhaps he/she could be found at the Tate Britain or National Gallery where I went on Sunday. The National Gallery was very much like art history class, sans Michael Amy and the side conversations between Kyle and I. On the walls hung work from da Vinci, Michelangelo, Raphael, Hans Holbein, Titian,Botticelli, Vermeer, Cézanne, Van Gough, Monet, Seurat, Ingres, Rembrandt… I got to see Jan Van Eyck’s The Arnolfini Wedding, Carravagio, and just about every other artist mentioned in Art Through the Ages.

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London as seen from the Tate balcony

The Tate Britain held an homage similar to my Shooting In the Streets post. I was able to see the first major photography exhibition ever held at the Tate. The show, called How We Are: Photographing Britain, traced the history of British photography. Represented was everything from original salt prints from Henry Fox Talbot’s Pencil of Nature, to work by Julia Margaret Cameron, Francis Frith, Madame Yvonde, Eve Arnold, David Hurn, Sergio Larrain, Alvin Langdon Coburn, to the more contemporary work of Tony Ray Jones, Chris Killip, Chris Steele-Perkins, Nicholas Battye, and Martin Parr.

The exhibition even included some photo-postcards on loan from Martin Parr’s personal collection (Martin Parr has amassed one of the largest postcard collections in the world). One of the standouts was Percy Hennell’s series of 1940’s color portraits of recipients of plastic and reconstructive surgery. The show contained an amazingly diverse collection, both in subject and process, that ranged from street photography, to cabinet portraiture, to advertising, to news, to social commentary; from salt prints, to chlorobromides, to some beautiful carbro prints, to chromogenic, to silver and platinum.

If you have the chance you should definitely take a look at the work of Angus McBean, Madame Yvonde, and John Havinden.

I left the Tate and finished the weekend full of ideas for future projects. I have been putting my sketchbook to good use; although I don’t think it appreciates it that much as it tries its best to hang on to the last shreds of perfect bind that keep it intact.

I’ll leave you with some of my favorite excerpts from a Simon Evans piece (each is a rather incoherent, incomplete, and poetic description of different cigarette burn shapes in a huge sheet of paper) :

-Victor Hugo and Virginity
-Homeless Wishing Well
-Dracula and Chinese Thief
-50% of the World’s Thickest Ankle
-Cheap Tobacco and Inexperience
-Kisses on T-Shirts
-Casual and Dangerous Earth In Pots Downtown