"I'm so lucky -- it's all good. It's all fun. But I guess the best moment is when I get a glimpse of my location. And I don't mean geographically, I mean where it all seemingly seamlessly connects."
"I'm sorry." A few months before his retrospective, the artist started offering this apology when he met friends or acquaintances, instead of "Great to see you! How's the wife? How's your art?"
In these works, Andrew Lord uses the shapes of French Post-Impressionist artist Paul Gaugin as a vehicle to describe light, in this case the light conditions Lord observes on Carson Mesa, a vast wild plain in northern New Mexico.
If a poem is how thoughts feel, Lynn Whitford gives those feelings physical form. In a sense, she illustrates the way a certain poem can find us and take possession of us.
In this age of technology and gadgets, where most anyone can know there near exact location on the earth with a quick check of their phone, what actually keeps us on track?
Title: Vessel Media: Fiberglass, spray paint and nylon crochet thread Year: 2013 I wanted to use a poem I wrote called The Platinum Eaters as...
Trucks 4 Ton Marble Sculpture into Square with Crowd Watching The Prime Minister and his cabinet have quit and the freezing crowds are still demand...
A thread is a way of tracking an idea through different incarnations and across conversations; as a sewing tool, thread is something that stitches and holds together disparate parts, creating a new whole.
I'm in a beehive, and there is a buzz, an actual buzz. There is that palpable feeling that surrounds a brush with greatness. She's there! It's really her. The Mona Lisa! The Mona Lisa. But then, something unexpected: selfies. Selfies, in front of the Mona Lisa.
It feels like a womb in here, and the buildings, they feel like gestating embryos -- organic, living, breathing organisms. They are born and they die.
The Blind Prophet. Let me conclude this sequence of posts with a slightly more detailed examination of what it means to an artist -- in this case me ...
Even though it came to an end almost thirty years ago, the dictatorship still weighs upon the Brazilian soul.
With storied precision, an open narrative takes charge: a sophisticated walrus in a red blazer dotes over a woman amidst a congregation of exotic birds and mammals representing far-flung geographical habitats (arctic, jungle, etc.) and therefore journey.
SB: 2013 uses the power of art to dissect, communicate and understand how we, as humans, must deal with the effects of our own socio-economic shortcomings.
Hicks, with her nearly lunatic manufacture of sculptures out of, in part, straw. She is not unique with regard to her materials or her general aesthetics. But she is one of the best I have seen in reconciling the furious antagonisms of the territory she inhabits.
Not only just any dinosaur. As you quietly walk without bothering anyone on one of your morning ballades in the city magique, suddenly it appears -- n...