Dream Diary

loveanndbelovedd: I want to color my hair Rhianna Red. hmmm… I think I might.

Tue, 15 Feb 2011 09:30:28 -0500

I want to color my hair Rhianna Red. hmmm… I think I might.

I chose to put this poem up here because, whether knowingly or...

Sun, 26 Dec 2010 06:16:17 -0500

I chose to put this poem up here because, whether knowingly or not, the poet pose a very profound and philosophical question. At what point is it that some thing new becomes old; at what point does a pile become a speck? At what point did an old, chipped doorway or a piece of rubbish become just that?

This is a video created by Noah Kalina who took a photograph of...

Tue, 14 Dec 2010 09:48:41 -0500

This is a video created by Noah Kalina who took a photograph of himself everyday for six years, and continues doing so to this day. I saw this on Current TV’s countdown for the greatest viral videos and I was astounded at how similar it was to a part of my own project which basically involved me taking a photograph of the bus stop across the street which is the first thing I see every morning as I come out of my gate and leave for school. I was also fortunate enough to begin to take these while there was construction going on there so I was able to more or less document its transformation from crappy bus stop to slightly less crappy bus stop. The difference between Noah’s images and mine is that his camera points at himself, the most obvious way to document yourself, whereas my camera was pointed at the things around me, which I think is a slightly less obvious way to go about it.

Extract from The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster

Thu, 09 Dec 2010 08:01:00 -0500

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he TBC

Rachel Whiteread

Thu, 09 Dec 2010 07:46:21 -0500

Rachel Whiteread

Tony Cragg

Thu, 09 Dec 2010 07:45:52 -0500

Tony Cragg

British-born Eadweard Muybridge, who emigrated to the United...

Tue, 23 Nov 2010 10:29:42 -0500

British-born Eadweard Muybridge, who emigrated to the United States in the 1850s, is one of the most influential photographers of all time. He pushed the limits of the camera’s possibilities, creating world-famous images of animals and humans in motion. Just as impressive are his vast panoramas of American landscapes, such as the Yosemite valley, and his documentation of the rapidly growing nation, particularly in San Francisco. His dramatic life included extensive travels in North and Central America, a career as a successful lecturer, and the scandal of his trial for the murder of his wife’s lover. (taken from http://www.tate.org.uk/britain/exhibitions/eadweardmuybridge/default.shtm)

via HARPIN T I like this image because of the way the person is...

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 18:58:00 -0500

via HARPIN T

I like this image because of the way the person is out of focus, but their surroundings are in sharp focus. In terms of my investigation it is an interesting image because it is as if there is greater importance given to the background. It could be interpreted as meaning that it is the environment that makes up the person, a statement which fits in well with my psycho-geographical approach. I therefore resolve to take a number of images in this style.

tallisphoto: This week and next we shall be mostly thinking...

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 18:55:40 -0500

David Shrigley, Don't Play Here

Richard Billingham, Black Country

tallisphoto:

This week and next we shall be mostly thinking about liminal spaces.

"I try my best to capture the magic on [my] camera, even though I know it is an inadequate tool for..."

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 18:43:00 -0500

“I try my best to capture the magic on [my] camera, even though I know it is an inadequate tool for such a purpose. The best camera is one’s own eyes”

- Chenai Takundwa Read more: http://fantasque-xoxochinaoxox.blogspot.com/2010/04/introducing-le-rivieras.html

"At one stroke, the yearning to express myself transformed into a yearning to express what this..."

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 17:37:22 -0500

“At one stroke, the yearning to express myself transformed into a yearning to express what this landscape meant to me…”

- Anne Truitt

"People talk as if art were something that you did with your eyes and your brain, but it’s not. It’s..."

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 17:33:55 -0500

“People talk as if art were something that you did with your eyes and your brain, but it’s not. It’s something that grows out of a ground.”

- Anne Truitt

"I have never allowed myself, in my own hearing, to be called a minimalist. Because minimal art is..."

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 17:25:00 -0500

“I have never allowed myself, in my own hearing, to be called a minimalist. Because minimal art is characterized by nonreferentiality. And that’s not what I am characterized by. [My work] is totally referential. I’ve struggled all my life to get maximum meaning in the simplest possible form.”

- Anne Truitt Read more: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/Anne-Truitts-Artistic-Journey.html#ixzz15xU8QAi1

Blythe - Anne Truit

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 17:15:32 -0500

Blythe - Anne Truit

Photo

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 17:10:58 -0500

Musings

Sun, 21 Nov 2010 16:50:57 -0500

at the cowboy museum, oklahoma - in front of an exhibit of paitnings as well as carvings, a statue and a few house hold objects and found my fascination with them slightly amusing. firstly i imagined this corner of the exhibition space to be a room as it was in the time of these objects. they are obviously from different periods so i focused on a shelf like cupboard and a wooden stool. i imagined being a young indian child, playing in my fathers workshop. i imagined how ugly and mundane it would have seemed to me, how my father would have drawn his initials on the side, n. f., before we were moved from our reservation. the painful memories it would have brought to me as a young adult. how we stuffed it in the attic. how we stopped using it and how that little drawer at the top where i used to keep all my “finds” was never opened again. how the archeologists broken into our home 100s of years after my bones and those of my fathers had turned to dust and slowly restored that shelf where my father would have worked late into the night making sadles. how the curator told the movers, to be careful with that, that’s worth more than your life! it’s just a stupid old box, he says, one more scratch ain’t gonna hurt it any. he’s right. yet a young girl walks up to this stupid old box almost reverently, taking in a deep breath, awe inspired. just because this desk was mine. I thought also of how this could be a theme for the presentation of my final piece in the sense that I have been documenting and taking pictures of the mundane, the ordinary, yet through giving them that attention and a certain elevated status in the world by forcing the viewer, who would normally ignore them, to look intently at it and contemplate why I have chosen to do so, I’m hoping it might dawn on them that I am taking the images not so much for them, but for the future them. to save that which might be lost forever, the mundane and overlooked, by revealing their beauty, so that those who come after may know that they were. The things that make history what it is, the things archeologists are interested in are not the memorable things, we have enough of those. it’s the little things… the things historians speculate like how did the aztecs walk from place to place? what did they take with them and why? In the same way, my “exhibition” will feature the things that may shed light to, perhaps a future historian when they wonder, what surrounded the average 21st century Londoner? what was London like, really like, not big ben and the eye, but the streets and back alleys… what signs did they use. however the seeming informativeness of my images is misleading because they may hide just as much as they give away, such as what do they mean? Hence, “this is not a secret code”. It both isn’t and is.

Sean Scully via Artnet

Thu, 11 Nov 2010 07:03:01 -0500

Sean Scully

via Artnet

Ray K. Metzker via MoCP

Thu, 11 Nov 2010 06:55:32 -0500

Ray K. Metzker

via MoCP

I have been reading this book by Paul Auster and have been...

Thu, 11 Nov 2010 06:50:23 -0500

I have been reading this book by Paul Auster and have been intrigued by the concepts and ideas that Auster explores in the characters of the book. A lot of his ideas are quite philosophical as, especially in the character of Quinn, he plays around with the idea of one holding a number of identities and the effects of that. But what is most interesting and relevant are the seemingly random wanderings of Peter Stillman [Snr] who treks the streets of New York everyday, Quin Later discovers, creating letters and words in the routes he takes. He also collects found objects which he places in a bag, and I found it a little funny that someone observing me when taking photos might consider me to be a Peter Stillman type, taking images of “rubbish” and wandering off the well beaten path.

This is a left-wing graphic magazine called Chimurenga, based in...

Thu, 11 Nov 2010 06:37:25 -0500

This is a left-wing graphic magazine called Chimurenga, based in South Africa, and again, does not relate directly to my work except in terms of presentation. This particular volume, like my own sketchbook, is mostly handwritten. I think this kind of presentation works well because it add’s the Personal to Personal Investigation. A graphologist would agree when I say that handwriting say’s a lot about a person, perhaps more than they even realise and this is the same thing I am investigating in my images. Perhaps our environment reveals more about society, ourselves than we realise.