In distant space and time, we see what we seek,
our senses guiding us through complex tapestries of thought,
exhausting every consonant and vowel.
On a moonlit night, when the time is right,
it would be wise to let out a how’ll.
This little buddy is one of my newer pieces – a collection I call “Western Merriment”. This series is a group of objects that delight the everyday with whimsy, wonder and joy. This specific piece is a dessert stand for those days when you are feeling blue, and all you need is a lovely wood-fired porcelain object to eat your tasty morsels off of.
Who wants to eat a lovely cupcake off a regular old plate anyway?
By the way, this guy (or gal) is off to Philadelphia next week to be in a miniatures show called Small Favors. (note the lack of a “u” fellow Canadians?)
Pretty stoked, I am. Let’s hope this Timmy has a safe journey. Fingers crossed.
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)
This is Jesse’s newest buddy, Bim-Bim.
Bim-Bim is made with two types of yarn purchased at Great Balls of Wool in Powell River, BC. He is the first monster I totally finished, though there are many monster body parts lying around our apartment. Hopefully I will have some for sale at Powell River’s Open Air Market in the coming weeks!
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Bim-Bim up close
Jesse and Bim Bim
For my final work at Sheridan this year, I installed a collection of 3 Tetraminoes on which 16 cups were displayed. They were used to value the vessels as works of art as well as encourage the public to interact with them. “Choose your own cup, there will be one that speaks to you more than another”.
With this work, I wanted the public to start a relationship with the objects in their life, including cups. How does it feel to live WITH your life, rather than solely in it? These cups and display were an exploration of the social aspects of dining and domesticity – what does it mean to be consuming a product and what sort of experience are you partaking in, when using a specific object to aid in your consumption? What objects push us away and which ones intrigue us to hold out our hands and touch? What do you want to put your lips on and what is beautiful, but too peculiar to experience fully?
In the future, I will hopefully make collections of Tetraminoes for customers to “play” with in their own homes; being able to rearrange them, having multiple experiences with each object and contemplate the multiple purposes of a seemingly functional piece.
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Here are three images I almost entirely forgot about until I rediscovered them yesterday night. These were all made on Texada Island, in the fantastic home of An, Oscar and Seneca. In one of the washrooms in this house—the quaint middle-floor one that gets lots of sun—there is a corner with a sketch pad and some art supplies; this ought to be a washroom standard. Allow me to explain why.
Halfway into July, I came down with a gastrointestinal ailment of undetermined origin; I suspect it had something to a dirty water bottle that had been sitting in the sun all day, and with my decision to drink from it after a long and exhausting horseback ride—a decision I will never make again.
In any case, as a result of my delirious state, I was blessed with three full days of nothing but uncomfortable sleep, and long trips to the washroom.
The following three pieces are a result of my washroom art-times, and are not for the faint of heart.
Drawing #1: What is it you hear?
Drawing #2: Untitled, with eyes and bow tie by Seneca :P
Drawing #3: Attempts at a horse
Note my artists’ signature on the last drawing… right next to the horse wearing glasses and a fake mustache.
Questions and concerns will be addressed in short order.
Despite being a delicious and incredibly useful plant, the Common Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale) is despised by many gardeners. The degree to which the lawn care industry has demonized this plant is quite extraordinary, and has resulted in an unjustly negative attitude towards this beautiful plant. In this drawing, I explore the Dandelion’s aesthetic form, and its relationship with another suburban creature: one who loves this plant undogmatically—the pooch.
Pastel and permanent marker.
This is a video of my band performing “Dear Prudence” at the Ancaster Heritage Festival on June 9, 2012.
I set up my phone to take a video literally right before we started playing the song, so I didn’t have a whole lot of time to position it properly. As a result, this is mostly a video of Jo’s back and my elbow, but you get the idea… it also sounds like the whole thing was run through an overdrive pedal c/o the awesome audio recording capabilities of my phone. Enjoy!
This is the art wall. It has some art on it. Some, but not all, of the art includes:
-A large cedar carving entitled “Mother Church” (Oscar)
-A pastel drawing of the Tin Man smushing a blue squid on Tom Nagy’s face (Tom Nagy)
-A very life-like felt penis (Jesse Black)
with a penguin hanging off of it (An)
-A large fish eating a smaller fish who is eating a smaller fish who is eating a smaller fish (Seneca)
-A litte blue felted face, possibly wearing a wrestling mask (Ioni)
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.
That’s right, today is a double post! Unlike the main contributors of Art-Time-Collective, I live far enough north where the effects of global warming have not yet completely eliminated snow from the winter landscape. Hense, the opportunity to make snowmen in the temperate world may soon be coming to an end. In foresight of this urgency, snowmen like Samuel here might soon become an endangered species. Some may say that they already have…
Ingredients: -11 degree weather + water + various bottle caps + one burned out lightbulb + 2 unidentified sticks = Samuel.
This was a collaborative effort with “Frenchy Pink.” We decided to go eco-friendly this year and decorate something we had around the apartment rather than wasting a perfectly good tree. That or we’re just too lazy to go out a buy a tree… a fake tree, of course. BTW, this is a 10 foot aluminum ladder. Makes for a great Christmas centre piece.
The first ever unofficial art jam took place on December 27th and produced some pretty nifty pieces of creativity. I would like to have these on a regular basis and hopefully they will increase with popularity amongst the art-time-collective community and outwards. Until this happens, here are two works that Erika Fung and myself created using paintbrushes impregnated with acrylic paint.
Untitled 3 (This one I made myself)
I have been searching for this tree species in Ontario for 4 years, so it is sort of a big deal to me that i finally found one.
Red Hickory (Carya ovalis syn. Carya glabra var. Odorata)
General: An uncommon Canadian Hickory species, official classification uncertain, easily confused with Pignut Hickory (see note). Canopy tree, capable of living 150 years. Found within the Carolinian zone in scattered locations throughout southern Ontario, along the south western shore of lake Ontario west to lake Huron.
Growth: Tree develops a tall, straight trunk often free of lower branches. Boughs numerous, ascending near the top and arching or drooping near the base of the crown, those in the center nearly horizontal. Trunk often continues the entire height of the tree, occasionally separating into large, diverging and ascending limbs. Twigs smooth, reddish brown or yellow tinged, stout, terminal buds large, rounded, composed of tight, smooth brown papery scales. Lateral buds smaller and similar in composition.
Leaves: Leaves pinnately compound growing alternately on a twig. 5-9 leaflets produced, typically with 7 leaflets. 3 terminal leaflets noticeably larger than basal pair. Leaflets broadly ovate, widest near the middle, end in a tapered point with a rounded or wedge shaped base. Smooth above, hairy and soft textured below. Margins finely toothed, serrations sharp and curved. Rachis stout and hairless, leaflet petiolules short, elongated only on terminal. Rachis and petiolules tinged vibrant red.
Bark: Mature bark composed of tight, sharp interlocking dull grey or grey-brown ridges, deepening and becoming more pronounced with great age. Young bark dull and smooth, quickly becoming furrowed.
Fruit: Seed is a small, smooth, beige coloured spherical nut that lacks grooves along the sides. Tip tapers to an abrupt, blunt point, bottom rounded and slightly concave. Nut encased in a thin, green, fleshy four valved husk which remains ridged and tight when immature. Husk shape roughly spherical, much more consistent than Pignut Hickory. Husk becomes woody and blotched or brown when ripe, longitudinal valves splitting completely and releasing the nut, also in contrast to Pignut Hickory. Shell thin but very dense. Kernel variable in flavour from sweet to bitter, not considered edible. Matures in late September to mid October, growing individually or in groups of up to 3 on short stalks, monoecious.
Habitat: Prefers dry or moist conditions in open, sunny woodlands in upland and sloped habitats with rich loamy soils. Highly intolerant of shade. Often found as individual specimens, occasionally forming mixed stands with other hardwoods.
Note: This species is under intense uncertainty in the terms of accurate classification. Some sources claim that this tree is a variation of Pignut Hickory, while others argue that it is distinct enough to be considered a unique species. This indecision has not yet been resolved, and therefore both classifications, both individual species and variation names are listed.