Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
blue & white
i'm realizing that most of my posts aren't going to be that insightful- more along the lines of "i think this is pretty"... this post was inspired by a tiny piece of blue and white pottery that i found on a hike...
kiki smith (not that into her work but i love this piece)
Monday, November 22, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
lapidary abstractions
i first read about hilary harnischfeger's work in a review without a photo in the new yorker. i loved the description so much and it was exciting to find images of the work online after imagining what they looked like... i would really love to see them in person! they are an interesting combination of painting and sculpture, and the palette is lovely.
"When Robert Smithson wrote his essay “The Crystal Land,” in 1966, he might have been cataloguing the qualities of Harnischfeger’s irresistible wall reliefs: “Fragmentation, corrosion, decomposition, disintegration, rock creep debris, slides, mud flow, avalanche were everywhere in evidence.” Lapidary abstractions roughly the size and shape of Byzantine icons—and the colors of twilight and dawn—are fashioned from paper, plaster, and ink and embedded with minerals (pyrite, green calcite, turquoise, rose quartz). Their intricate, stratified surfaces look less like handmade objects than like chimerical core samples—prized possessions in a twenty-first-century Wunderkammer."
-The New Yorker, June 2009
Sunday, November 14, 2010
ken price


"Prodding the invisible barrier between functional art and fine art inherent in ceramics, he then turned to making mugs and cups off and on until the early 1990s. They often have absurdist handles in the shape of animals. (“That was when I thought, my God, this guy is terrific,” the artist Vija Celmins said of initially seeing the mugs.) When an animal’s shape proved too fragile to function as a handle — as with hermit crabs — Mr. Price simply made drawings of hypothetical mugs."
- Nick Stillman
moss

Maybe the idea of the world as flat isn't a tribal memory
or an archetypal memory, but something far older - a
fox memory, a worm memory, a moss memory.
Memory of leaping or crawling or shrugging rootlet by
rootlet forward, across the flatness of everything.
To perceive of the earth as round needed something else
- standing up! - that hadn't yet happened.
What a wild family! Fox and giraffe and wart hog, of
course. But these also: bodies like tiny strings, bodies like
blades and blossoms! Cord grass, Christmas fern, soldier
moss! And here comes grasshopper, all toes and knees
and eyes, over the little mountains of dust.
When I see the black cricket in the woodpile, in autumn,
I don't frighten her. And when I see the moss grazing
upon the rock, I touch her tenderly,
sweet cousin.
-mary oliver
Friday, November 12, 2010
anne percoco
here are some images from a project by my friend anne... so beautiful...
"For the 2010 Dumbo Arts Festival, I created a functional sleeping bag and pillow sewn out of cloth leaves cut from botanical-print fabrics. These leaves vary in material, color, graphic style, and texture. From a distance, the sleeping bag appears to be a messy, beautiful pile of leaves.
During the festival, I invited people to nap in the sleeping bag in the Brooklyn Bridge Park. In this way, participants activated the sculpture. They had the opportunity to rest, camouflaged, in the midst of the festival's activity."
-Anne Percoco
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