The ephemeral installation Tapis de sucre (Sugar Carpet ) by Aude Moreau at Smack Mellon blocks out the majority of the gallery restricting visitors to the perimeter of the space. The delicate installation is comprised of 2 tons of refined white sugar meticulously spread into an oversized carpet embellished with Persian rug motifs. Referring to domestic comfort, the use of refined sugar within the gallery’s industrial space also aims to spotlight the overlooked and undervalued process of production.
“The adjective “refined” equally defines the matter transformed by the industrial purification process which produces the sugar’s whiteness, and the objects and attitudes selected within a cultural hierarchisation process. Through a use of the trompe-l’oeil, this installation refers back to our ambiguous adherence to a domestic comfort which systematically evacuates the realities of production.” (via)
I’m back with another fantastic documentary from my netflix archives. I give you The Nomi Song!
Looks like an alien, sings like a diva – Klaus Nomi was one of the 1980s’ most profoundly bizarre characters. He was a cult figure in the New Wave underground scene, a genuine counter tenor who sang pop music like opera and brought opera to club audiences and made them like it. He was a performer with a “look” so strong, that his first audiences went wild before he even opened his mouth. Klaus presented himself as “the perfect video star” yet his star burned out just before the mass explosion of MTV. On the verge of international fame as a singer, he became instead one of the first gay artists to die of AIDS. In the end, his recorded output consists of re-reissues, in various forms, of only two LP’s and a live album. For those who do know him, the reaction he provoked was so strong, that he is still unforgettable, even 20 years after his death. Even now, Klaus is somehow still winning new fans among those too young to have known him when he was alive. And a quick check of the Internet reveals that all his records are still being sold.
We first featured William Emmert’s work last year but he’s back again with a great new body of work revolving around posters from his childhood bedroom and other objects of nostalgia. Join him as he takes us back to the 80’s when Urkel was king and the Undertaker ruled the WWF.
When her mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease, the photographer Isa Leshko faced the prospect of her own aging process and ultimately her own death; in refusing to photograph her family during that time, she retreated to farms where elderly animals were housed and photographed them for her series Elderly Animals. Many were rescued from factory farms where they had been genetically modified, abused, and they were therefore facing premature death; others were part of their caregiver’s families and always had been. Like she would with a human subject, the artist spent hours with her subjects, communing with them on straw beds and sometimes visiting them multiple times.
In the iconic Camera Lucida, Roland Barthes meditates on the poignancy of photographic memory, writing, “Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.” The well-seen photograph fixes a moment within the space between light and shadow, reminding viewers that the exact instant pictured can never be recreated. In her rich black and white tones, Leshko realizes the potential of her camera to make permanent her elderly bestial subjects, and in the process of remembering each creature, the viewer is forced to recognize his or her eventual death.
The artist writes in her artist’s statement, “I have come to realize that these images are self-portraits,” uniting the living, the aged, and the deceased under a single canopy of mortal experience. Within the glimmers of the blind bovine eyes, the bare bones of the rooster wings, the grey snouts and balding patches of fur, we might all recognize what we must someday leave behind, and we are forced to search for what remains within Leshko’s thoughtful frame. (via HuffPost)
Andrei D. Robu’s design portfolio is filled to the brim with amazing typography. What’s impressive about his work is how easily he works in a wide variety of styles shifting from hand drawn cursive fonts inspired by tattoo art to experimental digital typefaces with ease.
Aaron Bickner is a truly skilled artist hailing from Minneapolis. Aaron is not only an illustrator, designer, sign-painter, & trash collector, but a very nice individual as well. I had the pleasure of attending illustration courses with Aaron at MCAD, and I was always so excited to see what he would come up with for our briefs. Every piece always seemed to stand out from the rest of the pack in some way or another; whether it be by his soft-spoken well thought out ideas or by the brilliant execution. Aaron’s work is thoughtful by not only his beautiful line quality but in the way he seems to complete an illustration as a whole. At times he will create small shadow boxes, sculptures, 3D collages usually including found materials from his environment. Aaron always struck me as someone completely in-tune with his surroundings and his work really portrays that well. I also dig that in his commercial portfolio most of his client work involves small independent and community beneficial organizations. Nice!