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
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.)



(My Walgreens recite. Too bad we didn't have anything interesting in our pockets.)
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.)
(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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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.
. . .
“It was an offering; to combine, to create; but to whom?”
- Virginia Woolf
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.
. . .
. . .
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.
. . .
“It was an offering; to combine, to create; but to whom?”
- Virginia Woolf
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