Because blue and orange match
Sol lewitts four basic lines simplified
Story: (Mostly teenage) girls advertising their tumblr on google’s blogspot. Also somewhat my (first) impressions of what tumblr represents.
Influences: girls of ebay, antiduckface,
Material: paper, wall, tape, acrylic paint
Story: There is paint thrown on the wall. But how? Such streaks can only be achieved by a whip or rope and not just some random place on the wall but its targeted; a piece of paper is hanging there. So are we looking at some self-inflicted wounds here (art punishes art?) or did it transform into something more innocent like a silhouette of riverplants or weeds? The answer? Doesn’t matter. I like what i see. That’s what counts.
Material: transparent cd-boxes, plastic bags with paint
Story: First off i started experimenting with material i found from trash and see if i can find two or three elements that are juxtaposing with one another. That’s an academic approach to get something esthetically appealing. Well, dont blame me, i was still studying during that time. Later on, i started to see it had similarities with archaelogical or medical (lab)monsters of something later to be examined. That’s great because in my opinion there has to be always a connection with the real world otherwise it just stays indetermined, vague or shallow. But not too obvious of course. The story (aka connections with the real world) shouldn’t become more important than the present form/shape.
Inspiration: carl andre
Material: pencil drawing, acrylic painting, print on canvas
Story: When making portraits of beautiful young women i dont particularly hold back to make them look more lusty but to a certain degree. I dont like to show too much, make them too explicit. There must be some room left open for associating with other things. For instance, it also reminds me of funny faces children do in front of a mirror plus there is a hint of a certain dental/medic vibe.
Inspiration: george maciunas, some early work of pippilotti rist and porn.
Material: mic, on location.
Story: on a rainy summernight there were some crickets singing in my garden. I was touched by it and it made me want to record it. So when hearing it back, i thought it was beautiful. Not only because of the noisy rain and the distinct chirping of the crickets but also because of other sounds that were more unexpected like a motorcycle accelerating and my footsteps. It reminded me a bit of aleatoric music (duchamps/cage) where music is coincidental, not programmed.
Also, need to add that in popular culture (tv/movies/internet) the sound of crickets are used to emphasize the sound of silence. So maybe i need to say that sometimes silence alone is too loud. I need crickets!