'"There's already too much stuff in the world. And it buys you a kind of freedom. Not having [paintings] come back and haunt you is a kind of liberation. Why has the Sistine Chapel survived? Because we need it. Somethings are necessary. But not as many things as we think."
www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2009/dec/08/richard-wright
Well, I'm all cracks. If only Damien Hirst felt the same way.
To be posted:
The unremarkable, contextually confused creations I would dump in Landy's Art bin if there was any monetary value to my name.
LINKS
- Nottingham Contemporary
- Art Tattler
- Arrested motion
- New Exhibitions
- Haunch of Venison London
- Stuckism
- ArtLex Feminism
- John Jones
- Signal Gallery
- London miles
- Oz Kinky Design
- Modern Art Obsession
- William Eggleston Trust
- Lazarides
- Modert Art Vietnam
- Hipshots
- Q-Art London Forum
- London Art Blog
- The Man Who Fell Asleep
- Artist Opportunities
- Horse Shit For Sale
Monday, 27 September 2010
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Treasure Pleasure
This year I will have that vain ‘bohemian’ tag of being an Art student. It’s sad that I will no longer be able to say that I am self taught. I’m saying bye to that little pleasure. So this is my wallowing tribute to a time when I did what I wanted with only my own un-skewered purpose.
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Artist. Clunie Reid.
Clunie – I have never come across such a name but she’s simply all wicked. See her and other up and comings at the Saatchi Gallery, NEWSPEAK: British Art Now until 17th October 2010. It’s free, certainly worth a trip to the pompous abyss that is Sloane Square.
Illegitimate foreword
There are some shockers there and I don’t mean by an eruption of my inner core but in an especially cynical ‘that is God awful’ kind of way. I’m not even referring to the Sloane gulf locals.
Illegitimate foreword
There are some shockers there and I don’t mean by an eruption of my inner core but in an especially cynical ‘that is God awful’ kind of way. I’m not even referring to the Sloane gulf locals.
Clunie Reid, Take No Photographs, Leave Only Ripples, 2009 |
Tuesday, 7 September 2010
Monday, 6 September 2010
Photographer 20th Century
Diane Arbus
Artist Rooms Tour exhibiting at Nottingham Contemporary until 3rd Oct 2010 http://www.nottinghamcontemporary.org/art/diane-arbus
No fancy camera angles, just sober enigmatic subjects. Arbus portrays her subjects without fuss, hunting for the marginalised in the 60’s and 70’s. Her style is very humble so we depart unbeguiled by Arbus but we are left spellbound by her clever voyaging.
My slow treads did nothing to help my feeling of self invisibility; I think this feeling was shared. My favourites: The Puerto Rican woman amongst too many. Incredible.
Artist Rooms Tour exhibiting at Nottingham Contemporary until 3rd Oct 2010 http://www.nottinghamcontemporary.org/art/diane-arbus
No fancy camera angles, just sober enigmatic subjects. Arbus portrays her subjects without fuss, hunting for the marginalised in the 60’s and 70’s. Her style is very humble so we depart unbeguiled by Arbus but we are left spellbound by her clever voyaging.
My slow treads did nothing to help my feeling of self invisibility; I think this feeling was shared. My favourites: The Puerto Rican woman amongst too many. Incredible.
Diane Arbus,‘A family on their lawn one Sunday in Westchester, N.Y.C,’ 1968, Puerto Rican woman with a beauty mark, N.Y.C. 1965 © The Estate of Diane Arbus |
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