Archives for 2009

Oliver Payne & Nick Relph

Frank Plant

Deborah Grant

Daniel (Stretch) Watson

Justin Swinburne, what looks like concrete and tar as a pillow, trailing stuffing:

The peerless Boyle Family. Not photographs. Random pieces of random streets recreated as sculptures on the wall.

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No helmet necessary. (via)

From Kenneth Baker, SF Chronicle:

Contemporary visual artists see opportunity in what many bemoan as the twilight of the age of the book. John Latham (1921-2006), Hubertus Gojowczyk, Doug Beube and others have treated books as sculptural stuff. But no one whose work I have seen tops that of Atlanta artist Brian Dettmer at Toomey Tourell.

In the mural-scale wall piece “Americana” (2009), Dettmer has carved up and layered the volumes of a vintage encyclopedia to produce something kaleidoscopic. World maps in polar hemispheric projection punctuate the array, with an occluding effect reminiscent of the changing images on an old View-Master. (more)

Dettmer was featured this year in the Book Borrowers at the Bellevue Arts Museum.

Alexander Calder, opening at the Seattle Art Museum Oct. 15, A Balancing Act, including:

Not in the show: Jennifer Zwick:

Not so fast, buckaroo.

Richard Aldrich, Cowboy Painting, 2007 (via)

Fascism is not fascinating in art, the sole exception being Renato Bertelli’s  Continuous profile of Mussolini) from
1933, manufactured by Ditta Effeffe with Mussolini’s approval. (Image credit plus story here.)

Aside from the Linda Blair head spin in The Exorcist (evil, evil, evil), the idea of a mind moving a head in directions its physical structure did not intend persists in art as philosophical speculation. Will the real head please stand up? (What real head?)

From 1989, Buster Simpson’s Seattle George Monument is an emblem of the city’s divided heart.
Twenty-eight feet tall and 12 feet in diameter, its base is a trellis
or open cube, above which hangs a Boeing 707 nose cone suspended on a
tripod. Just above the cone is a multifaceted monument head – 24
aluminum profiles of Chief Seattle, an armature for
English ivy. A sharpened template turning in the wind cuts the
ivy into Washington’s profile, which, when the ivy thickens, hides Chief Seattle in the greenery.

From 1999, Kumi Yamashita’s Video of Dialogue.

From 2005, Tim Noble & Sue Webster, Spinning Heads, (via)

Tony Cragg (image via)

To evoke a burning candle, Barry X Ball (via)

From 2007, memory merges you with others. Sherry Markovitz, Mothers and Daughters. (via)

Time’s inconsistent personal arc, Ari Young’s portrait of Michael C. McMillen, (via)

Jackie Anderson, via

From 1996, sometimes the two of you are stuck with each other. Johan Urban Bergquist (via)

Which makes it hard to get through the day. Harold Haydon, Untitled, 1946. (via)

Alexandra Horowitz’s Inside of a Dog: What Dogs See, Smell, and Know

draws on that of an early-20th-­century German biologist, Jakob von Uexküll, who proposed that “anyone who wants to understand the life of an animal must begin by considering what he called their umvelt . . . : their subjective or ‘self-world.’ ” Hard as we may try, a dog’s-eye view is not immediately accessible to us, however, for we reside within our own umwelt, our own self-world bubble, which clouds our vision. (more)

Seattle photographer Ford Gilbreath cracked the canine umwelt in 2000 with a series shot from its point of view.

Just my own naked self and the stars breathing down, it’s beautiful.

The Basketball Diaries

Some artists are expected to die young. Hats off to Jim Carroll, one of their number. He stuck with it into his 60s and died last Friday, not of his volition.

If only Dash Snow had followed his excellent example. (Image via)

Among many others, Seattle poet Jesse Bernstein could have used more time.

More Noise, Please!

I live on a street

where there are many

many cars

and trucks

and factories

that pump

and bang and

grind all night

and day.

It is a miracle

that I can write poetry

or sleep or

talk on the telephone

or that

my lover will

visit me here

[Read more…] about Jim Carroll made it to 60

Bean Gilsdorf at Linfield College through Oct. 10. The horror of it all.