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5 3/4” by 4 1/2” of questionably strange . Click for hi-res!
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I’ve had this book for a long time called “A Nature Guide to Alberta”;
I really liked it because it was full of nice images of plants, birds, mammals,
even some really cool insects!
But this morning, I opened up my book and all of the nature was missing.
In its place was a large-scale mining operation. Like any reasonable person, I was very upset. Not just because I can no longer enjoy a book I really liked, but because of how the image made me feel.
I mean, what if this was actually happening?
What if Alberta’s great wilderness was being cut up, desecrated, and sold?
Wouldn’t that be a terrible thing?
But we would never let that happen, right? Right!?
I need to calm down; I’m gonna go for a drive.
Believed to have started in 776 BC, the Olympic Games were a vital part of Ancient Greek society. Contestants from the nation’s city-states would get together and hold this athletic competition in honor of the Greek god Zeus. The athletes carried out their challenges and competitions in full nudity, celebrating of the aesthetic of the human body. In fact, the Latin word gymnasium comes to us from the Greek gymnos, meaning nudity. Athletics were seen as a way to honour the gods; performing in the nude was seen as a way to pay them tribute.
Today, nudity is rarely seen in the context of Olympic sports. If ever it is present, it is often in the form of an activity known as streaking, wherein a given person or group of people takes off their clothes and makes their way through a public space. Modern Olympic events offer a worldwide audience for these daring individuals, who risk incarceration, fines, and—in certain places—institutionalized stigmatization via hard-to-shake labels such as sex offender. Still, streakers continue to let their flag fly, making appearances at public events worldwide and running these consequential risks.
What makes this phenomenon possible?
Are they longing, like the Ancient Greeks, to make known their radiant bodies?
Are they looking to challenge assumptions about the disconnection between man and the wild?
While a unified streaker identity is certainly appealing to our understanding of what makes this phenomenon possible, the truth is far less organized. The streaking phenomenon is brought about by individuals with their own combinations of motives. They are simply people, possessing ideas about the role of their physical self in the cosmos… just like us, just like the Greeks.
And yet, to restrict the expression of these ideas is seen as a public duty.
GET THAT MAN SOME CLOTHES!
Lest he be seen au naturel.
As some of you know, I’m currently taking an introductory virology course (CSB351). The course covers a lot of information, and is mostly memorization-based. Even so, it has inspired me to put together a couple of pieces of scrap paper in the image of a bacteriophage (a type of virus that parasitizes bacteria).
Here is the image. Click for high-res.
And here is the horrific and beautiful way in which bacteriophages insert their genetic information into bacteria, in the form of a video:
(Obviously, I did not make the video)
“Am I eating right?”
We ask ourselves this question all the time.
What is a good diet? What are we supposed to eat?
Supposed to? Are you out of your mind? It’s astounding that we’re even here—an ape-like creature that has domesticated grasses, developed the light-bulb and the locomotive, spread to the corners of the world—cooking, eating, gambling, Skyping, shitting in giant sanitary systems, creating music and visual art, splitting the atom for energy, orbiting the planet in vessels made out of materials extracted from the rock of the earth—and now inquiring, in such ceaseless chatter, about what we’re supposed to be eating… can even there be an answer?
The diet of our species is beyond unusual; even our closest living relatives, chimpanzees and bonobos, can’t provide us with the clues we need—they don’t share our gastronomic history. Humans have undergone thousands of years’ worth of evolution in the presence of cooked food; no other organism on this earth can say the same. Homo erectus, a long-lost relative of ours, was cooking before the first true human… he’s not around to answer any questions, however, but we have spent millions of dollars analyzing his teeth for different microscopic grooves characteristic of different diets, in our desire to answer this question.
As researchers progressively probe the realm of nutrition, our understanding of a healthy diet is slowly being developed, based on qualitative and quantitative observations. If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll have noticed that the “Food Pyramid”, which we’re encouraged to follow (Be good… eat your burger!), changes every couple of years as we use newfound knowledge to develop diets that (on paper, at least) make us less prone to disease, deficiency, and so on.
“Am I eating right?”
I’m afraid I can’t say. We’re working on it, though, that’s for sure.
Inspired by the sudden flux of posts by all the lovely members of this fun-time-collective, I decided to start posting some art-icles that I have made throughout my academic career here in Lindsay (A location, not a person, that is just rude)
Attending an educational institution results in a remarkably strong increase in creative energy, at least for me, likely because I am pretty much over stimulated all the time and am forced hitherto produce art. Good thing for this good blog. Click for Hi-Res!
Questions for the viewers (answer in comments if desired)
1. What is happening to nature on the side of the art where digital man is holding his digital phone?
2. How is nature oriented? Is it positioned correctly, turned on it’s side or upside down?
3. Those stupid scrambly blackberry squares that now thoroughly saturate magazines are amazing for art. This is not a question, just a statement.
Dear members of ArtTimeCollective,
As many of you know, Christmas has never been a part of my family tradition. While I remain open to the concept and welcome holiday festivities, I don’t go out of my way to do anything Christmasy or festive around this time. This year, I find myself spending the evening of the 24th with my art supplies. In the true spirit of the season, I would like to share with you the result of such an evening.
Firstly, we have Skittles the Christmas Skunk. I acknowledge that he is extremely deformed, but implore you to refrain from commenting on his unsightliness. After all, Christmas is about forgiving. It is proof that I am loved, given that my partner went as far as to put it on her Christmas tree. Like all my other needle-felt creations, this distant cousin of Pepé le Pew is fashioned out of Peace Fleece roving wool.
Next, we have the collage-type art, a medium to which I should clearly stick. This particular piece is called Con Sequins, and deals with the repercussions of an advertisement-driven childhood.
Lastly, we have some hand-drawn documentation of the Anti-Santa. When interviewed, all he had to say was YoYoYo.
I wish you all the merriest of Christmases, and a wonderful start to the new year <3
As you all know, it is important to adapt to the circumstances. In this case, the circumstances entail my home scanner no longer working as well as it once did.
What this means in the context of Art Time Collective, is that many of my uploads will be coming from the University of Toronto Scotiabank Information Commons. Indeed, my art will now be indirectly sponsored by a colossal research institution posing as a university, coupled with one of the companies responsible for the 2001 financial crisis in Argentina.
But my, what crisp images.
Markers and pencil crayons, combined with a background from a Jacques Cousteau book, as well as a puffer fish from a book of questions and answers. The eyebeams were cut out from a duotang-type folder.
Images from a handyman’s encyclopoedia, as well as from National Geographic. The thought bubbles are outlines in black Sharpie.
Background from a handyman’s encyclopoedia, statue from a book about Greek mythology. I drew the screwdriver using permanent marker.
This is actually an older piece of mine that I neglected to post for a reason that currently escapes me. Fellow fart-timer Kaleidoscopeflux brought this to my attention and I have since taken appropriate measures (as seen below) to make this piece available to the internet. I like this one too, Ionatan. Click for hi-res!
*** Make sure to tell your friends. ***
There’s nothing quite like the thrill of the hunt. Such savage beasts, brought to the ground in mercy. Smile, gentlemen.
If pristine wilderness is what you’re looking for, you’re going to have to start looking harder.
When Jason heard about the oil spill, he became pallid and beaded with sweat. Within seconds, a heavy thud shook the room; wine was everywhere.
“Stay with me, Jason.”
I pumped at his chest, doing the best that I could. You won’t believe what happened next.