I'm polishing up my portfolio for bursary application season, so I may as well post the pics.
This is something I did for Sculpture/Mechanics. Maybe kind of a cop-out for a sculpture/mechanics class, cuz it doesn't MOVE, but I like the aesthetic. I used chicken bones, surgical tubing, elastic bands and pins on canvas. Surgical tubing is fucking awesome: it stretches, clings and wiggles weirdly, so when anything jiggles the canvas (like someone walking past it), the fingers quaver on the strings.
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Relic: The Piano Player
detail
Relic: The Textbook
I don't know if I've posted this last one before. I did it a couple years ago, with a silicone mold of a sheep skull and some pins, and used it as inspiration for the newer one. There's a third piece in this series with a bicycle wheel thing going on, but I don't like it.
You know you are tired when you call your sister by your OWN name.
It has been a hectic, but great convention. Children, they are high-energy. There is still Sunday left, but we will spend most of it driving the 4 hours back. Pictures and tales to come.
I think this is an incredibly romantic idea. I'm a huge sucker for pencil drawings/sketchbooks/little notes: I associate pencils with creativity and nostalgia. Everything you wrote/drew with those pencils would become precious. I don't think Jarvis quite gets the potential of this idea, she just explains it as a way to extend the grieving process, and as an alternative to an urn. I don't particularly like her little pencil box either. The potential I see here is the ability to make the grieving process a creative process.
New favourite artist. Unlike most of the quirky, cute, superflat art of other Japanese artists, she works in the very traditional style of Nihonga, with non-traditional subjects. Her work is striking without being shocking, haunting without being obscene. And also fucking beautiful. SHE'S beautiful too, which never hurts.
A series of portraits taken before and after the death of the subject.
Heiner Schmitz, 52 First portrait: November 19 2003 Heiner was a fast talker, highly articulate, quick-witted, but not without depth. He worked in advertising. When he saw the affected area on the MRI scan of his brain he had grasped the situation very quickly: he had realised he didn’t have much time left.
Second portrait: December 14 2003 Heiner’s friends clearly didn’t want him to be sad and were trying to take his mind off things. They watched football with him just like they used to do: they brought in beers, cigarettes, had a bit of a party in the room. “Some of them even say ‘get well soon’ as they’re leaving; ‘hope you’re soon back on track, mate!’” says Heiner, wryly. “But no one asks me how I feel. Don't they get it? I'm going to die!”
In an interview with the artist: "I was filled with terror...Once I had a dream in which one of the subjects woke up during the shoot, and said, 'What are you doing?' And I knew she was dead but I didn't want to tell her, and in my dream I was thinking, 'Oh no, how am I going to tell her she's dead?'"
And then: "What I was used to was people who smiled for the camera. It's usually an automatic response. But these people never smiled. They were incredibly serious; and more than that, they weren't pretending anything any more. People are almost always pretending something, but these people had lost that need. I felt it enabled me as a photographer to get as close as it's possible to get to the core of a person; when you're facing the end, everything that's not real is stripped away. You're the most real you'll ever be, more real than you've ever been before".
There's something hilariously awkward about this disembodied heart just casually spewing blood in the midst of all the suits and champagne glasses. Someone's not getting a corporate commission ever again. *snerk*
The CERN Large Hadron Collider. The largest fucking machine in the world, and the world's most powerful particle accelerator, due to start up this year. Many more fantastic images here.
Not Sexy: Some dude with dubious qualifications from Hawaii seems to think that it will be the death-by-black-hole of us all, and sues the dudes at CERN. And this, even more than the Collider itself, seems to be newsworthy. 'Stop the scientists before they kill us all!'
Fucking Hilarious: The New York Times (according to BoingBoing) misprint the Large Hadron Collider in an article as the Large HARDON Collider, bring the Freudian slip to epic new levels.
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