Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photos. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

Monday, July 2, 2007

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Friday, June 29, 2007

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

body lines

"Everybody has a body map and she's trying to find hers."

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

"Asking the viewer to participate in his work, Stingel examines this collaborative act which involves first the making of the artwork and then the perception of the finished artwork.



This exploration is intended to demystify both the process of creating art and the idea of art. Employing a palette that includes rubber, carpet, painted aluminum, Styrofoam, and paint, Stingel's work questions and disrupts the viewer's understanding and experience of an art object. Even though Stingel's work does not always involve paint on canvas, it continually reflects upon the fundamental questions concerning painting today -- authenticity, hierarchy, meaning, and context."


Visitors were invited to write on the tinfoil and embed objects in the foam underneath. (Click on photos to see them larger.)

MCA MCA
MCA MCA
MCA
MCA

(My Walgreens recite. Too bad we didn't have anything interesting in our pockets.)

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

We'll See.

I graduated on Sunday, giving me three months before I pack up again for graduate school.

All of my papers, books, clothes, etc. are laying in a pile on my floor in my mother's house. Blogging gives me a place to put everything away when I'm constantly between places.

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Stuff Window
WishesSteps

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I'm not sure what this particular space will turn into. I love the idea of taking pictures everyday, though I'm not a good photographer by any stretch of the imagination. I just like saving random images and ideas in any way I can.

Last semester I had to write a critical introduction to my poetry thesis. I ended up writing about how I'm learning to have faith in the intuitive and the unintentional (less intentional, I should have said?). I think this blog will work from that place too.

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“It was an offering; to combine, to create; but to whom?”
- Virginia Woolf