Tacita Dean

Archive 2.0

Photographs altered in MS paint.

Dan Hays

So I was initially drawn to this artist after stumbling upon a book featuring his paintings of guinea-pigs. Because I love guinea-pigs. Anyone who regularly spends any amount of time with me in real life will be aware of how overwhelming the percentage of time i spend talking about guinea-pigs is far greater than the percentage of time I spend talking about anything else.

Regardless. I can't remember the word I'm looking for. I think it starts with "s" and means something along the lines of "happy accident."

For now I will say that this joyously led me to discover his recreations of found digital images in oil paint. His website is fantastic and offers notes and detailed shots about most of his work.

I am incoherent and sleepy. This is less a blog post and more a reminder to self.
REMINDER TO SELF; Read Dan Hays website with more vigor at some point in the near future.

http://danhays.org/index.html

studio

Fifteen dead paintbrushes and a drawing that hasn't been done yet.

Finally back in the studio. Its both exciting and terrifying. I have a very good feeling about this year, despite how much hard work it is going to take.

Photos were taken before leaving the studio on Friday. I had a fantastic weekend, catching up with old friends. I forgot how much fun I used to have with these people and hope we will make more of an effort to get together more often. It would be nice to think you don't have to outgrow all of your childhood friends.

I also spent time catching up with someone I hadn't seen in 4 days. It surprised me how much I grew to miss them within this time.

I'm going to head into the studio for a late night session tonight and will post more pictures of the happenings of it on my return.

Dance barefoot on the glowing cinders of a dying fire.

D-L Alvarez

http://derekeller.com/dlalvarez.html

"His work reasserts the potency of the handmade object, its inextricable photographic quality bespeaks an impersonality and estrangement long associated with the "death" of painting (and drawing). Similarly the hand-draw gridded matrix that structures these drawings refers as much to the "failed" promise of abstraction as to the computer pixel and its own utopian claims - simultaneously critiquing and extending the claims and procedures of high modernism."

\\\ and O O

the collapse of the optimistic ideals of the late 1960s.

Manson Family Murders

Looks back to the 1960s and Modernism with a wistful glance.


[Vitamin D- New Perspectives in Drawing, p012-013]

i'm happy today

coney island

Trip to NY, November 2010

no one knows what colours or patterns the dinosaurs were

Hi internet.
It's been a while.

I haven't missed you as much as I thought I would.
I have found other things to consume my time.

Aside from working full time hours at the cinema I've also been drinking enough to erase many evenings worth of memories from my mind/playing a lot of Solitaire and Minesweeper.

I have around one month left before returning to university for the final (a.k.a. terrifying) year and have begun to get a little panicky about how unprepared I am. When we broke up for summer I remember thinking, "So yeah, I have a very vague idea of what to do, but I'm sure with the 4 months we have off I'll be able to clarify and refine these ideas to a fantastical art-producing standard."

This clarity never arrived.

I've had a particular image floating around in my "Inspire Me" folder on my desktop for a little under two years now. Frustratingly, I saved it with no reference to where it was from or who made it. It increasingly became more and more appealing to me each time I've flicked through the folder over time as my aesthetic style has evolved and refined. Therefore it became increasingly frustrating that I could not track it down and find more of the artist's work.

Tonight, as I found myself in place of internet, I decided to catch up on whats been happening at Booooooom, opening interesting looking artists' websites in new tabs as I scrolled through. I got into the one particular artist whose work really ticked all my cups of street. Like, really. Searched through his image archive a couple of years and BOOM; there appears the exact image that had been haunting my desktop for so long.

I cannot express the sort of gracious awe I felt without getting sort of Biblical, referencing miracles and whatnot. That's really not my style. So I'm just going to post a shitload of photos.

http://www.hollisbrownthornton.com/index.htm