
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Reverse Graffiti

Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Things I Love

I was shopping today, searching for wedding dresses for my half-brother's wedding. He's about forty, and it'll be in Indiana. My mom and I went into Anthropologie, one of my favorite stores. And, as I a sculpture artist I really must comment on how great their creative displays are! In the window behind and surrounding the maniquins is a flowing tubular sculpture of wicker strips, bulging in and out. It looked like an abstract extension form of a tribal fish catching contraption. I am very attracted to multiples and sticks and wood things especially. Inside there was another linear flowing form reaching from the floor to the ceiling. This one was contrived with multiple rolled up pieces of paper. Shaped like trumpets. The ends which faced front had been dipped in different shades of blue. It was watery, delicate and beautiful. Who makes these!?
Contemporary Art

Yo.
Boyle Family aims to make art that does not exclude anything as a potential subject. Over the years, subjects have included: earth, air, fire and water; animals, vegetables, minerals; insects, reptiles, water creatures; human beings and societies; physical elements and fluids from the human body. The media used have included performances and events; films and projections; sound recordings; photography; electron-microphotography; drawing; assemblage; painting; sculpture and installation.
They were also making up the light and stage shows for Jimi Hendrix back in the day.
....in their work they try to isolate and reduce randomly chosen elements to as truthful an approximation as is within their power.
Their work is largely about trying to release themselves and their audience from pre-conditioning or prejudice.
‘We also want to be able to look at anything without discovering in it our mothers' womb, our lovers' thighs, the possibility of handsome profit or even the makings of an effective work of art. We don't want to find in it memories of places where we suffered joy and anguish or tenderness or laughter. We want to see without motive and without reminiscence this cliff, this street, this field, this rock, this earth.’

