Shawn Barber.
a mix of illustration in oil which just knocked my breath away.fanTastic movement in the frames!there's a delicate focus on the realism that doesn't topple us into a medical study of anatomy.so goddamn inspiring!!!

 

The poster for my film 'Raju bhai ghar  pe nahi hain' which has finally started moving around.

Jayakrishnan Subramanium is responsible for the graphic interpretation up there.

I'm excited as hell.Let's see where this boat goes.:):):):)

i have to fight putting more of tomasz zarachowicz's work up...
the few water colours i've ever done have struck similar chords.
maybe seeing this up here,will make me put those up as well!



'
..The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.

She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
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S. Plath


i trot through the French up there :..
'In the middle of the night,a solitary light is watchful..'

ilya kabakov explains how to meet an angel.





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this one below's insane it's called 'the man who flew into space',ilya made it under the watchful eyes of a wary soviet government.sometimes he'd convert his own living quarters into an installation space..


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«The pyrotechnics of the harshly lit Man Who Flew into Space drew the most attention, in part because it looked so Soviet. This man had papered his walls with Soviet propaganda posters and built a makeshift catapult with which he had apparently launched himself through the ceiling, into the beyond. All that remained in the room were the bed, the table scattered with drawings, the catapult and an impressive hole in the ceiling from which light poured in. The room had been boarded up by the authorities, as a text panel informed us in the most bureaucratic of languages.»
-from Ilya Kabakov Flies into His Picture, Amei Wallach Art in America, Nov, 2000.
i like noticing the guy left his shoes behind...lol..

Kabakov insisted that "the very essence of Russian life is communal." He often recounted the dehumanizing effects of communal living, but for him the experience also contained a germ of hope: "It is only when you are lying on the floor of a boarding house of the lowest degree that you begin to look up at the sky: the man who lies in the dust looks upward."


:):):)
a salute to mr.kabakov.

this is work by hanna wieslander.
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what i like about her work are the strokes,her hands are free.she has fluid thought.i admire the punctuation.i envy the delivery.
you might want to see some of her work. i love it when people's personal style shows brilliantly in even the commercial work they do.i respect that. it usually draws a lot of blood from me.and i'm not into the angst these days.

you might want to see the beautiful narratives adjoining each of these paintings by people of aboriginal origin,this one below is by Susie Bootja Bootja Napangarti......the aborigines say the first man in the world brought the world in to being by singing while he walked,it was all part of a wonderful dream.so aborigines even today sing of the earth and it's creations so as to remember the dreamings.
to remember the dreamings.

I find the narratives with each painting especially effective because they sound like they weren't meant to be related in a cold,indifferent english.the sound of the stories call for a tone,a rounding off of sounds,reverb.
i like the english words left dangling in the middle of nowhere,you get the pictures attached to the words in your head and you can weave them in whichever way you want!

'During the Tjukurrpa (Dreamtime) a man and woman were travelling around this area which is located, at the top of the Canning Stock Route. They stopped in the country known as Kaningarra to dig a hole for water, where a permanent spring now exists. The two people are shown as the U shape. They are shown camping by the spring. Surrounding them is the abundance of tjunta, or bush onion, which can be found in this region today. The arch shapes along the edges are talis, or sand-hills, which dominate the landscape of the area. The iridescent colours reflect the sky, the white and black stones and the colours of the sand hills as the late afternoon advances toward sundown.'
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you could check out work by other artists here like Rosie who was born at Pawarla, north of the Granites area in the Tanami Desert. She has ancestral rights over the wampana (wallaby), janganpa (possum), ngurlu (seed) and kulukuku (bush pigeon) Dreamings, which were passed from her father, Wayipurlungu,as in she inherited his dreamings,do you get it?!!!?
the art below, 'Wak - Crows',is by Namiyal Bopirri,Ramingining, Central Arnhem Land,Australia


"A long time ago, way back in the Dreamtime, a man named Marrngu, The Possum Man, and his two wives, Barkuma (native cats: dhuwa), lived at a place called Guruwana. One day, the Barkuma sisters went out to collect shells from the mangroves. Marrngu, who was going to marry them, stayed at the camp. They went into the mangroves and collected dhongu' (lined nerite) and nonda (telescope mud creeper), and then came back to their camp to cook. But because the sisters despised Marrngu the Possum Man to be their husband, they made the fire extra large to cook the shells in. As they went about cooking the shells, they plotted what they were going to do to Marrngu, the Possum Man. That night, their husband came and sat near the fire to warm himself and to reconcile with the sisters as they refused to sleep with him. Then, as Marrngu was warming himself near the fire, the sisters threw the hot coals and ashes all over him, shrivelling his arms and legs. Marrngu then got up, turned into a possum, and ran away screaming from pain, "wot, wot, wot, wot." That is why nowadays Marrngu, the ringtail possum, has pink skin on its body from the hot coals and ashes.

The Crowman, Wak, had made a fishtrap (Gorl) so they can have fish. Here the fish are caught, eaten, and the fishbones are put aside so that they can put the fishbones into a 'Hollow Log' coffin later. When Marrngu ran away from the Barkuma sisters, he came up to the Crowman and told him what happened, how the sisters had humiliated him and then tried to kill him. He also warned the Crowman what he was going to do to the sisters. Then Marrngu went away, gathered his clansmen, and returned to kill the women. The miringu (army) gathered in groups at the edge of the plain, then they went in and speared the sisters to death. The place where they killed the sisters is now called Molumirr to this day. It means that this was the place where the Barkuma sisters were killed. Where the armies gathered in groups on the plain now stands a small group of bushes, gulun'gulun, to signify where the miringu once stood. Their spirit entered the body of the catfish, Wedu, in the nearby river. When the Wak heard about the women's death he got upset and went to Warang the Glider Possum Man, the boss of the hollow log. The Wak wanted to arrange a 'Hollow Log' ceremony for the dead women. After preparing the Hollow Log coffin, they collected all the catfish bones and placed them into a Dindin (paperbark basket). They would later put the catfish bones into the Hollow Log. To do this, they painted the Hollow Log and had a big Bunggul (mortuary rite). They danced all night until late in the night. They ceremonially placed the catfish bones (the two sisters' bones) into the Hollow Log coffin, then the Wak came and took the Hollow Log coffin away and flew into the heavens. That Hollow Log coffin can now be seen as the Milky Way. And that is how the Milky Way was formed."
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see,so simple!
And that is how the Milky Way was formed.
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here are some superbly blurred images of some super work.
see...the macbook pro and it's camera have been made for slobs like me who can't get themselves to shuffle to get a scan,but can raise the book in front of it's screen for a few seconds as an ode to their visual trauma.yes.that i can do.
milann can lift book.


so this is a piece on cotton called 'bulls' by the artists bhupendra desai and d.m. shah,weaver's service centre,bombay.
according to the book 'the horns of the animals are delicately dye-painted with a brush,but their bodies are established as a flat wash by dabbing with a dye-soaked cloth.although the figures differ in shape.the half-tone penumbra that surrounds each is remarkable for its controlled depth and uniformity.'

ok ok so i'll get a scan and put it up.

eduardo bertone on a moleskine


'confused'

sometimes i think this guy kills himself with his own texture though..

it hurts less today than it did yesterday.


i will destroy you.


i love the second pics caption the best...lol...hilarious
i've been trying to get these guys on for the longest time...this is Andrew Bell and the Dead Zebra Inc. with the creatures in their head..

tic tic

it is strange how words can have the power of exerting a higher force than just an absent listening. it threatens to change that thought structure for good.
I have thoughts I must get into the habit of writing down now.
it feels strange being witness to this organism grow…this method of detracting from the self and analyzing what one sees every day.

watching one's own mind.


speaking of which,you might want to look through the eerie artwork this woman Audrey Kawasaki comes up with,some of the work here done with graphite on wood does make you pause for a bit.i like her rough sketches better though,they look a lot like some early klimt sketches i came across once.

like the one above is by audrey and the one below is one of klimt's primary sketches...hmmm..

where i've been at

on the street,with the wooster collective who've made it their mission to record the stunning street art they chance upon from around the world.i couldn't stop gawking.
go.


from mute in athens(top)



from paris(top)


from sao paulo(top)


from buenos aires(top)


from turkey(top)




from athens(top)


from paris(top)

where I was before that!

even though i'm sure you guys have seen a lot of this kind of stuff in Bak or in the avalanche of images one seems to be bombarded with at design schools,i still found this guyalex robbins'work superbly worked out.unpretentious.the urban landscapes,yes...but unlike the artists who tend to get to be androids whilst making artwork about being androids,he still seems to be human.

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*artwork: blotch Incorporated.