Posts Tagged ‘Art’
SOUNDSUITS AT THE CENTER OF THE EARTH.
Nick Cave, is a multi-talented artist who dabbles with textiles that make a ruckus. Soundsuits, born at the collision of twigs and a sewing machine are ornate costumes made of materials ranging from human hair, sisal, plastic buttons, feathers and sequins that bring to life a new sound when shakin’ and groovin’ is added to the mix. To be worn or gawked at in a gallery, these music makers are suh-weet. You can check them out in person, at the “Meet Me at the Center of the Earth” exhibit at the Fowler Museum in Los Angeles, now until May 30th.
TRANSCENDENTAL FINNISH ART FASHION.
Gilles et Dada is a philosophical conundrum, trapped in a pandora’s box, wrapped with pretty knits and fancy silks. The doctrine of this nonsense art fashion house is a bit of a riddle for all the non-sophisticated Finnish kids, but the look book for the Walking Through Light collection might paint a better picture of this mantra stumper. Make the jump for transcendental looks. Read on
MYSTIC ART LACED WITH HALLUCINOGENS.
How does this picture recipe sound? One cup of Jungle cat, a sprinkle of kama sutra, a dash of Hinduistic spirituality, a quick stir around and BOOM! You’ve got a Kelsey Brookes medley of art-cum-bestiality. These colorful paintings are like bits of skittles, laced with PCP, exploding out of a half-mortal/ half-feline, after an intense session of Bikram yoga. We can’t guess what the metaphorical meaning of this banshee art could imply, but the shit looks cool. Make the jump for more of Brookes’ mystical stuff. Read on
REVISIT 1969 WITH P.S.1 MOMA.
Time-traveling is no joke, neither is art. So, if you could meld the two together, it might turn out something like P.S.1 MoMA’s 1969. From across the East River, the contemporary art center is currently presenting a collection of never-before-seen works from the likes of Lutz Mommartz, Robert Barry, Mel Bochner and John Wesley. As well as, interventions by the new kids of this generation whose work reflects this particular period in history. For your nostalgic review, the large exhibition will break down the year of 1969 through the many dialects of art, up until April 5th of next year.
HOW AWESOME IS STEPHEN WILTSHIRE?!
Stephen Wiltshire is the current blower of fine art minds at the Pratt Institute and pretty much everyone else in existence. With a quick fly-by via helicopter for a view of New York’s skyline, Mr. Wiltshire is recreating the cityscape from memory on a 20-foot panoramic mural. Born with autism and limited communicative skills, his amazing photographic memory and knack for drawing shows a tremendous insight on the capabilities of the human mind. Catch him create his masterpiece in person at the Pratt Institute or via web cam, before this week ends.
CHIHARU SHIOTA GETS HER WEAVE ON.
Yup, there’s a table and a chair in that cluster mix. Nope, this isn’t a picture someone decided to scribble over. This is actually a sampling of Chiharu Shiota’s weave-a-rific installation art. Like a giant arachnid left to it’s own devices, Shiota’s work is incredible in shape and form, consuming an open space and everything within it. Just don’t try to get that pen out of the drawer. Read on
PIG FLU NOT WELCOME AT THE ART HOLE.
It’s inappropriate, but hilarious. Childlike, but grown. Like David Shrigley, but with color. Rob White’s forté for making satirical art at its most primal and ridiculous degree can be found in his ongoing project the Art Hole. Since 2002, a growing collection of exactly 907 drawings and 5 pieces of animation have been stockpiled, investigating politics, humor, and the unconventional. Check his stuff here.
HOKUSAI ON ROIDS.
DISCLAIMER: This photographic image of the “Foretoken” must not be mistaken for Hokusai’s The Great Wave of Kanagawa. It’s almost better. Ikeda Manabu, is a Tokyo based artist armed with an imagination and talent for crafting details and prowess, bestowed from the art gods themselves. Within the tight confinement of his canvases, each square inch of space tells unique miniature narratives weaved together for a much broader epic story. To get a better idea of these fabled details, make the jump for close ups of this awe-inspiring piece. Read on
JUST CALL ME LEIF.
The thing about people who are only referred to by a singlular name – like Elvis, Prince, Coolio or Sinbad – is they are either the most poignant person in the realm of culture or the complete demise of good taste in society. Leif, artist and designer from Melbourne, Australia, may not be either, but his cosmic art collages will get him a hall pass for the unaccompanied surname reference. Click “read more” for some well served spacey designs. Read on
SPENCER TUNICK COMMANDS NAKED CROWD.
Spencer Tunick has seen more nipples in a day than the boom mic guy at Jenna Jameson’s record breaking serial bangathon. His work captures the abstractions of the human form in massive structures to create a new organic view of life and the environment. These installations are voluntary based with his biggest one yet in Mexico city, with about 18,000 naked people free ballin’ it. Make the jump to see more nudies in mass. Read on
SAM JINKS GETS DOWN AND MORBID.
Sam Jinks is into freaky deeky shit, and not the “lets get nasty with our bad selves,” rather, “I wanna make a replica of your carcass as if you were possessed by the undead.” Unlike most kids, the Australian sculptural artist grew up consumed with comics and horror leading to a “how can I freak you out?”-kinda-future. These haunting pieces of hyper-real sculptures are detailed views of a fascination with life, death and the ugly struggles in between. Get a taste of the surreal after the jump. Read on
TAKASHI MURAKAMI WORD JUMBLE.
The next time you see your art snob friends ask them to say ” ‘A Picture of the Blessed Lion Who Stares at Death” will be at “Picture of Fate: I Am But a Fisherman Who Angles in the Darkness of His Mind’ show”, five times fast. The word jumbled title is the one-piece art exhibit by famed Louis Vuitton supported artist, Takashi Murakami. His stuff is so good, words can’t describe this singular work. Check out the art behemoth before it leaves the island on the 24th of this month at the Gagosian Gallery.
STONER MOMENTS AT THE LASER BAY.
It’s one thing to stare at a sheet of paper or an image on a screen and let the optical illusion wig you out and give you your stoner moments, but it’s another thing to walk into a room looking like you just entered the ENCOM laser bay of Tron. Esther Stocker, the artist/illusionist from Italy, has created some of these amazing installations armed with only black gaffer tape and emulsion paint to emulate spaces with perceived depth. Thus, giving us visual mind-effs we’ll never get sick of. Read on
GIANT CHESS GAME SANS EXPLOSION.
Remember that scene in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, when Harry decides to crush his opponent in an epic match of chess?! And shit is exploding and the chess pieces were large enough for Harry to piggyback them? Well, at Trafalgar Square in London, there’s an even craftier looking giant chess set sans the explosion and threat of death. Artist-designer Jaime (pronounced Hi-may) Hayón was commissioned by the London Design Festival to create an interactive art piece at the square. Crafted in ceramic and on-top of a mosaic glass chess board, “The Tournament” is almost better than the Elixir of Life. Read on
MUD AND MILK.
Francine Spiegel’s syrup covered pornography will have it’s first solo show at Deitch Projects beginning on October 1st. In addition to unveiling a bunch of new work, Francine will also perform one of her fabled art pieces in the Deitch window. Stand on the street and you’ll be protected from the explosive burst of chocolate sauce and confetti but if you walk into Dietch you’d better prepare for the fine art equivalent of a Gwar concert.