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Post Portraiture

j.frede | Posted 12.10.2014 | Arts
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When something is removed sometimes there can be trace evidence of its presence. The outline on a bare wall where a painting hung for decades, the impression left in a rug where a chair has sat for weeks, a blurred circle on a tabletop where a glass stood for moments. For this instance that which is left behind are thumbtacks upon the surface of telephone poles on any given street.

A Question of Purpose - with Bob Nickas

j.frede | Posted 12.08.2014 | Arts
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Should everything an artist makes be considered as Art? Or does it require the artist to declare it as art before it is made precious? I have been t...

Drawn at Sea -- Drawing no.05

j.frede | Posted 11.29.2014 | Arts
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Once out to sea we changed our bearing for south and sailed down the coast of Hoy. Its majestic cliffs were stunning and soon the famous "Old Man of Hoy" came into view.

Drawn At Sea: Drawing no.04

j.frede | Posted 11.26.2014 | Arts
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After lashing down the drawing machine at the ships bow we sailed out of Pierowall Marina at 9:40am, two hours later than we had intended to sail due to heavy fog.

Drawn at Sea: Drawing no.03

j.frede | Posted 11.25.2014 | Arts
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Today we sailed around the entirety of the island of Papa Westray. Onboard aside from the Clipperton Crew is IVANOV, CHAN and their young daughter.

Drawn at Sea: Drawing no.02

j.frede | Posted 11.23.2014 | Arts
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I loaded the drawing machine while we were grounded in Sanday's Otters Wick bay. Housed in its rope case and tied down to the cabins roof I suspect there will be more movement at this position on the boat.

Drawn at Sea: Drawing no.01

j.frede | Posted 11.18.2014 | Arts
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At 11:23, I loaded the drawing machine with Drawing No.01, shortly after we left port.

Drawn at Sea

j.frede | Posted 10.28.2014 | Arts
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The oceans poured out of the skies for nearly forty centuries raining down approximately 300,000,000 cubic miles of water. Eventually the rains ceased and the Sun shone down on the Earth for the first time.

Joy Syringe : A Fissure and a Fusion

j.frede | Posted 08.24.2014 | Arts
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Shortly after my essay "After Malevich" was posted here on the Huffington Post my long time friend and fellow artist Joseph Imhauser emailed me the following.

Reductions and Portraits

j.frede | Posted 05.18.2014 | Los Angeles
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Something's worth is solely dependent on desire and everything tactile has a value that varies depending on its desirability to us.

Music for Ice Ports

j.frede | Posted 05.04.2014 | Arts
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34.09461° N / 118.24873° W March 1st 2014 54° F / 12° C Music for Ice Ports is a collection of field recordings and compositions made during m...

NCCA Kronstadt: Final Portraits

j.frede | Posted 04.16.2014 | Arts
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59.97212° N / 29.789241° E February 9th 2014 32° F / 0° C Today began my final day in Kronstadt. I decided to return to the lighthouse that ha...

NCCA Kronstadt: A Roaming Stone

j.frede | Posted 04.12.2014 | Arts
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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?

NCCA Kronstadt: After Malevich

j.frede | Posted 04.08.2014 | Arts
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Just across the waters of the Baltic Sea from where I sit now writing this, the art world was changed forever.

NCCA Kronstadt: All Ways But Still

j.frede | Posted 04.05.2014 | Arts
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For centuries, man has placed his faith in an invisible force. Something that could be felt, feared even, but which remains unseen.

NCCA Kronstadt: The Flame That Burns Twice as Bright

j.frede | Posted 04.03.2014 | Arts
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As I walk from chamber to chamber the scene is repeated: floors collapsed, walls frozen in their momentary liquid state, stairs that have what resembles a flowing river of lava whose motion was arrested.

NCCA Kronstadt: From the Frozen Sea to the Iron That Meets its Bed

j.frede | Posted 03.17.2014 | Arts
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After gathering my camera and audio recorder I set out to find the sea, which turned out to be more difficult than I had thought.

Preparation for Safe Passage: Following the Pharos

j.frede | Posted 02.11.2014 | Arts
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The first time I saw the ocean I couldn't speak a word. It was in San Francisco and a storm had just let up. The waves were double headers, but to me they seemed thirty feet high. All I could think was how little we matter, followed by these have NEVER stopped moving, not for a second.