Olafur Eliasson is part artist and part mad scientist. He is a very curious guy and manages to consistently makes incredible objects and environments. This video is about turning a massive hand made metallic sphere in the studio but the real magic begins after the job is done and the thing begins to spin….
His current exhibition sadly ( if you live in America ) is in Europe at the Langen Foundation in Germany.
Entering its 3rd year of drought California is in a water crisis of unimaginable magnitude should this continue at the current rate. Yet the state continues to develop desert lands. There have been volumes written on this subject yet one photograph can say everything we need to know in mere seconds. Damon Winter nails it with a photograph that screams out why?
This is the power of documentary photography and a new series I will add to this blog.
Joni Mitchell has taken ill this past week and since most only know her for her 1960’s folk tunes lets remember her for her fitting exploration of mortality and love in her now recognized masterpiece Hejira. Given her mind, music and ethereal beauty she is possibly one of the most mesmerizing yet original artists of this age, moving from folk to jazz with effortless grace; Something few have done – or will ever achieve.
She is a true Artist of uncompromising artistic achievements.
“We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone
Well I looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality to eternity And then I looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears”…
Hejira
I’m traveling in some vehicle I’m sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There’s comfort in melancholy When there’s no need to explain It’s just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now I’m returning to myself These things that you and I suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl
You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here’s a man and a woman sitting on a rock They’re either going to thaw out or freeze Listen Strains of Benny Goodman * Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees I’m porous with travel fever But you know I’m so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones * I know no one’s going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone
Well I looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality to eternity And then I looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There’s the hope and the hopelessness I’ve witnessed thirty years We’re only particles of change I know I know Orbiting around the sun But how can I have that point of view When I’m always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Waving truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank From the window of a hotel room
I’m traveling in some vehicle I’m sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way
Under Construction – New Positions in American Photography is a very interesting show of young photographers at the huge Pioneer Works Center for Art and Innovation. The exhibition originated at the Fotografiemuseum Amsterdam better known across the pond as Foam. Looks like the the still life and constructed image is alive and well…
Group exhibition featuring works by Joshua Citarella, Jessica Eaton, Daniel Gordon, Matthew Leifheit & Cynthia Talmadge, Matt Lipps, Matthew Porter, Sara Cwynar, Kate Steciw and Sara VanDerBeek
