When I paint
I think and see
first and most – color
but color as motionColor not only accompanying
form of lateral extension
and after being moved
remaining arrestedBut of perpetual inner movement
as aggression – to and from the spectator
besides interaction an interdependence
with shape and hue and lightColor in a direct and frontal focus
and when closely felt
as a breathing and pulsating
– from within
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25 May 2012
Friday Quote: Josef Albers
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14 May 2012
Alexander Ziegler – Beleidigte Landschaften
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Alexander Ziegler’s “Beleidigte Landschaften” (insulted landscapes) collect once more the absurdities of everyday urban life.
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11 May 2012
Friday Quote: Frank O’Hara
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It’s my lunch hour, so I go
for a walk among the hum-colored
cabs. First, down the sidewalk
where laborers feed their dirty
glistening torsos sandwiches
and Coca-Cola, with yellow helmets
on. They protect them from falling
bricks, I guess. Then onto the
avenue where skirts are flipping
above heels and blow up over
grates. The sun is hot, but the
cabs stir up the air. I look
at bargains in wristwatches. There
are cats playing in sawdust.On
to Times Square, where the sign
blows smoke over my head, and higher
the waterfall pours lightly. A
Negro stands in a doorway with a
toothpick, languorously agitating
A blonde chorus girl clicks: he
smiles and rubs his chin. Everything
suddenly honks: it is 12:40 of
a Thursday.
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10 May 2012
Alexandra Serrano – Between Finger and Thumb
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Between a finger and a thumb lies the corner of our world, the intimate space of our being.
The distance with which we measure the substance of our past. Years of entanglement made up of scattered oddments and embellished anecdotes. Tales of broken threads which we desperately hold on to, for they are our only support, the strings on which we hang, our safety net.
In the mist of our fragmented childhood, home becomes the only thing that binds it together, a common ground to which we may anchor our fleeting souvenirs. – Alexandra Serrano
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07 May 2012
Matt Wilson – This Place Called Home
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“Matt Wilson’s current body of work is part of an ongoing project, based upon a collection of transient observations, the landscapes of everyday life and the people that call those landscapes home. (…) A subtle, visually rich character study of what makes us who we are and the places we all inhabit and journey to, a chance to observe those looking outward whilst reflectively an opportunity to gaze inward.”
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04 May 2012
Friday Quote: Anaïs Nin
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“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
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02 May 2012
Yannik Willing – Before Tomorrow
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“In my project, I am concerned with the imminent radical changes of tourist regions in Sri Lanka after the end of the civil war in 2009 that had lasted almost thirty years.
In 2011, more than 750.000 tourists visited Sri Lanka -never before had so many tourists visited the country in one year. The government is aiming to achieve a number of 2.6 million tourists in the year of 2016 – in a few years, the tourist regions will change drastically.
It struck me in these regions that the atmosphere was calm – but at the same time there was a sense of tenseness in the air. It was only on taking a closer look that the signs of imminent, unavoidable changes became apparent. Investors from Sri Lanka and abroad had already secured many land areas.
It seemed to me that the barriers to structural change had just been opened. However, the consequences of that rapid change are still not clear, even today.” – Yannik Willing
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