This & That.


weekly  inspiration of pretty things.
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Annu Kilpelainen print. Artist Website Here. 

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want to see this cat live on Broadway at the newly opened Breakfast at Tiffiney’s. Source. 
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John Baldessari, Four Rules 1978. Source. 19dbfcabb7f4920b5703c35efc02cfc087a0d1b7_m

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tumblr_mjedv8eMxK1r2sszso8_500The Toast Project by Ida Skivenes via SFMOMA. Source.

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street photography of street photography. Source.

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Flickering Lights. Read the Poem HERE.

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this.


 I finally had time to catch up on the web. Here is what I found. I’m excited about this. I got the sudden urge to travel the world, specifically to Paris because of this.   I am rather charmed by this movie.  I was glad to see this work get some recognition on one of my favorite blogs.   I became interested to see how well Bob Dylan paints. and finally I can’t stop listening to…

these are memories


Today at work, I got to look through Rinko Kawauci’s beautiful photography book Cui Cui. She delicately captures her family over a span of 13 years, illuminating quiet meals, peaceful moments, and a hauntingly serene neighborhood full of tradition and wonder. I loved how simple and unplanned the photographs felt; two cats waiting patiently for left overs, bees so tenderly landing on one living flower in a bare field, and the heartbreaking withering health of  her dear grandparents.  She made me feel her world, each photograph only tightening her hold on my personal investment and sure enough, as the inevitable approached, I had tears in my eyes.

 

That is good art.

That is all.

it ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive


whew. what a whirlwind this summer has been. I have spent the last couple weeks thinking, organizing, and planning. Now with school officially over and my life figured out at least for the next 6 months, I am ready to give this my all. So stay tuned for more frequency here in the future. For now, here is a beautiful short film that makes me wish I  could rewind time 8 years back and do it all over again. It’s called Youth, by 17 year old Tommy Petroni and I love it.

Don’t waste your youth, growing up. 

 

Shout Out


This morning as I was checking my mail and surfing the web for my morning art and news update,  I ended up at Peter Bugg’s website. Bugg just completed his MFA in Photography at ASU and is exhaustingly active in the Phoenix Art scene, with good reason. His work explores consumerism and the modern celebrity. He is constantly provoking questions about identity, control, and the distorted version of reality that our society has adapted too through an unhealthy obsession with Hollywood Culture.
Thats all I will say because you should go to his website and check out his work there.

If your in town, head down to the ASU Art Museum (the faux-childhood playing card dispensers near the downstairs bathrooms, actually dispense  celebrity royalty at various stages of their own notoriety. Other wards, Bugg has allowed us the exciting opportunity to collect official playing cards of Britney Spear’s Nip Slips and Lindsay Lohans Crouch shots. Genius.

Vivian Maier


Yesterday in class, the great Matt Holmes, showed us this blog. which is informing the world of an unknown photographer, who possibly deserves a spot in the history books, along side some of the most esteemed photographers. A chicago man, bought a storage unit at an auction, that was full of over 90,000 negatives and prints. As he began going through the all the stuff,  he soon discovered her name and began piecing together a story that is pretty incredible.  I am not going to give away anything else, as I think you should go to the blog and read her story, and look at her photographs.

I think they are really, pretty darn good. As our class scrolled through all the images, we would immediately  yell out the famous photographer that made similar images, or  had similar subjects. Every photograph referenced another great. Frank! Callahan! Arbus! Lange! Mary Ellen Mark! Goldin! She was making photographs, at the same time as most of these now, respected artists and yet, her photographs were also standing her own ground. It’s exciting to think about, what her life could have been like had she maybe, shown somebody her work. But who knows, maybe there’s still room to write her in, I bet theres just a  litttttle space between Robert Frank and Emmet Gowen.

I remember thinking that was great, and true.


I recently got back from a trip to New York City for my birthday and to visit my best friend who moved there in August. I had an amazingly simple and beautiful birthday walking in the snow through Central Park and spent the entire day getting lost in The Met.

This was my favorite piece from the weekend on display at the MOMA. It is by Zilvinas Kempinas’s and it’s called Double O. I found a video on youtube of it, because it really is something better experienced through movement and sadly my photographs don’t do it justice. Let me know what you think.

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“My project could be only to photograph as I felt and desired, to regulate a pleasant form of living, to get up in the morning- free, to feel the trees, the grass, the water, sky or buildings, people- everything that affects us; and to photograph that which I saw and have always felt.”
-Harry Callahan, 1957