Back in the day, I was rather artistic — literature, art and music for the most part — but somewhere along the line, I realized that my form of Literature wasn’t for the masses. The Art that I created could be sold or not based simply on how I named it. My Music was destined to be devoured by greedy, leg-breaking asshats who’d make it unaffordable. There was always a business angle to discourage me.
A bit of cartooning proved to be humorous, but not socially acceptable. Back in high school, my Art teacher looked upon those doodles with great disdain. She’d often ban me from the class because she knew what I was going to draw before I’d finished the first few strokes.
“I won’t have that filth in my classroom!” she’d scream.
“It’s not filth, it’s…”
“Get out, get out, GET OUT!”
No amount of explaining could convince her otherwise.
While it turned me away from Art for some time, it was all for the good. Ingenuity became the outlet for my creativity, and I avoided the life of a starving artist.
Besides, I still have the odd spurt of creativity that I can do something cool with. *grin*
So, Mrs. Cooper, this video’s for you. 😉
Tip: Bluepaintred – I’ll get back to my regular reads soon enough
I haven’t found any suitable artists to keep writing about on the 2nd of every month. Phil Hansen, who I blogged about in May, impressed me a lot because he’s not a pretentious asshat like so many others. I’ve seen a lot of impressive artists, but a crappy attitude can turn me off their work regardless of how much I like it.
So … Check out Phil’s Goodbye Art, where he take X-Ray photographs made from sand and foam, and… well… watch the video. Cool stuff. 🙂
Fracas did a silly post the other day about Kissing, and posted a really nice photo along with it. I looked all over trying to find who it belonged to, thinking, “Here’s a Photo Artist who really manages to strike a nerve or two…” Alas, I couldn’t where it came from. Some people might disagree, but to me, it’s something I’d have hanging on my wall…
As far as Photographic Artists are concerned, I know an absolutely brilliant photographer, still a hidden talent, who promises to get his portfolio together soon… And strangely enough, he writes for this blog…
I had some blogs saved up complaining about a Web 2.0 meme I couldn’t finish (sorry), a Wikipedia Article, and the fact that I couldn’t find a suitable Time Lapse artist on the 2nd … So … Here we go …
Web 2.0 is an old concept. We were using the term back in 1999 at a Web Design studio where I worked at as a lead developer… It had to do with the separation of form and function, an optimized user experience with nearly seamless transitions from Desktop to Web, and ability to allow clients to manipulate that experience in a way that helped them make sense of the data they were viewing.
Despite the Wikipedia article which says O’Reilly Media quoted it in 2003, the term’s been around for more than 10 years… Seriously,believing that is like believing Al Gore created teh Internets.
Also contrary to popular belief (especially to a lot of anti-Microsoft asshats), the first real “Web 2.0” app was Microsoft’s old Exchange Webmail client — thrown away due to its instability, instead of fixed and re-packaged — which boasted more features than even Roundcube Webmail can get away with now.
This video, however, has only a little to do with any of that. Instead, it’s a great piece of artwork which highlights the things that’ve happened over the last ten years and gives us some things to think about as we go through our cultural transitions.
Tip: Sir Rantzalot, more commonly known as Rantz, who, for all practical purposes appears to be a gentleman and a scholar. Or something. heh
Well as I slipped, tripped, and stuck my Blogitude.com in your wife, (see the ever-changing logo above), I remembered an Eddie Izzard skit from Dress to Kill:
But we’ve got known in Britain for making the smaller films, you know. Recently, we’ve been pulling out of that into the more “Trainspotting” area, but the smaller films, they’re kind of “a room with a view with a staircase and a pond”-type movies. Films with very fine acting, but the drama is rather sort of subsued and – subsumed or – a word like that. Sub- something or another. You know, just folded in and everything’s people opening doors.
And you can’t eat popcorn to that! You’re going ( mimes trying to eat popcorn but getting frustrated and sighs ).
Whereas if the film did any little bit of business in America, if the film did some decent bit of business, then Hollywood would take it, and they’d remake it, and they’d up the budget by 50 million and it’d be called, “The Room With A View of Hell!” “Staircase of Satan!” “Pond of Death.” And have people open the door, going,
“You’re fucking in here all the time! All the time you’re in here with the fucking matches! In here with the fucking matches! You’re fucking doing and fucking ( clucking )”
“You don’t talk to me that way! You don’t talk to me that way! You fuck my wife? You fuck my wife? You fuck my wife? You fuck my wife? You fuck my wife?”
“I am your wife!”
“That doesn’t matter! That doesn’t matter! I say again, you fuck my wife?”
“All right, yes, I fucked your wife. I am your wife, and I fucked her.”
” ( Nonsensical ) fucking matches – I can’t get ’em… I’m going to drive around town and put babies on spikes.”
( sounds of babies sliding on the spikes )
“Oh, no! Space monkeys are attacking!” A whole new part of the film that wasn’t in the original! ( mimics battle sounds )
“Damn, its jammed!” ( dialing on mobile ) “Janine, I love you really, even though you fucked my wife…” ( big explosion )
( mimics eating and drinking everything in sight while watching ) “It’s a fucking handbag. With a brick in it! It’s the Queen! Don’t know who that is…” Yeah.
And then I thought to myself, “Gee, Mark hasn’t posted and unknown artist this week… ” Comedy even in word form is art. (Especially if someone can cover an existing work in feces or make an object out of it and then it is placed in MoMA.) So I present to you a teacher, who not unlike some of us here at blogitude.com shares a wonderful ability to play with the mind using words. Always speaking his mind, Taylor Mali, is simply here to make you use your head for something besides a hat rack.
It’s May 2nd, and as promised last month, it’s time to spotlight another talented artist.
Seattle-based Phil Hansen fits the bill. He’s quite different from the last couple of artists I’ve blogged about. While the others are speed painters with incredible skills, that’s only a small portion of what Hansen does.
Hansen uses a myriad of techniques, tools and materials from construction equipment to Starbucks cups. When you think “Modern Artist,” and perhaps even “Avant-garde,” this is the type you end up with.
He’s earned himself quite the controversial reputation by making a number of political statements with his artwork. From Rosa Parks to the KKK, from a homeless man to George Bush, he’s come up with some damned fine work and managed to get more than a few people thinking.
My personal favorite is entitled, “48 Women.” It’s a portrait of convicted serial killer Gary Ridgway, aka The Green River Killer. Up close, you’ll see that the portrait is made up of pixelated photos of a few of his forty-eight victims, including some which merely read, “Jane Doe.”
Some people don’t want me to give more glory to him, more fame, more exposure. But at the same time, if we’d never do that, if we never see his face again, we’d forget those forty-eight women.
On to the timelapse…
In one of his more tame moods, he karate chops Bruce Lee onto the canvas:
Next up, in a work entitled “The Value of Blood,” Hansen paints North Korean dictator Kim Jong Il … yes, in blood. Kids, do not try this at home…
