Hexomniscope Pinhole Camera
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
But when the woods were painted, He, too, did fly away
Regrets OnlyColin Tuis Nesbit
Top floor (private space) aspect of the installation Regrets Only. (Detail) 2009
Royal icing, food coloring, colored sugar crystals, paper streamers, styrofoam, floral wire, wooden benches Casket 23 x 28 x 84 (life-size); Installation dimensions variable. Floral spray contains over 300 royal icing roses piped by the artist.
I was one of Colin's students during his graduate studies at BYU. Consistently when I view his artwork (during various stages of completion) I have been overwhelmed with a sense of reverence for life, and a deeper desire to understand my place in this infinite scheme. It makes me feel there is much to profit from a vast human heritage. The delicate attention he imparts to each lithograph, and the hours of deliberation over subject and content has reminds me that many good, and beautiful things, sometimes have to be painstakingly sought after before they are obtained.
"The impetus for my body of work is my longing – brought on by near paralyzing fears of loss and death in my youth – to connect with something beyond my own mortality. Inspired by my own synchronistic encounters with people, stories, or objects from the past, both ancestrally related and wholly unconnected to me, my work serves as a reminder of inevitable death, yet also as a cautiously optimistic tribute to bygone entities that are allowed to, in a phenomenological sense, live on through the artwork..."
Image(s) are property of the artist, please explore the link to see more of the artists' work and statement.
I had a guinea golden;
I lost it in the sand,
and though the sum was simple,
And pounds were in the land,
Still had it such a value
Unto my frugal eye,
That when I could not find it
I sat me down to sigh
I had a crimson robin
Who sang full many a day,
But when the woods were painted
He, too, did fly away.
Time brought me other robins, --
Their ballads were the same, --
Still for my missing troubadour
I kept the 'house at hame.'
I had a star in heaven;
One Pleiad was its name,
And when I was not heeding
It wandered from the same.
And though the skies are crowded,
And all the night ashine,
I do not care about it,
Since none of them are mine.
My story has a moral:
I have a missing friend, --
Pleiad its name, and robin,
And guinea in the sand, --
And when this mornful ditty,
Accompanied with tear,
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here,
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind,
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.
By Emily Dickinson
Royal icing, food coloring, colored sugar crystals, paper streamers, styrofoam, floral wire, wooden benches Casket 23 x 28 x 84 (life-size); Installation dimensions variable. Floral spray contains over 300 royal icing roses piped by the artist.
I was one of Colin's students during his graduate studies at BYU. Consistently when I view his artwork (during various stages of completion) I have been overwhelmed with a sense of reverence for life, and a deeper desire to understand my place in this infinite scheme. It makes me feel there is much to profit from a vast human heritage. The delicate attention he imparts to each lithograph, and the hours of deliberation over subject and content has reminds me that many good, and beautiful things, sometimes have to be painstakingly sought after before they are obtained.
"The impetus for my body of work is my longing – brought on by near paralyzing fears of loss and death in my youth – to connect with something beyond my own mortality. Inspired by my own synchronistic encounters with people, stories, or objects from the past, both ancestrally related and wholly unconnected to me, my work serves as a reminder of inevitable death, yet also as a cautiously optimistic tribute to bygone entities that are allowed to, in a phenomenological sense, live on through the artwork..."
Image(s) are property of the artist, please explore the link to see more of the artists' work and statement.
I had a guinea golden;
I lost it in the sand,
and though the sum was simple,
And pounds were in the land,
Still had it such a value
Unto my frugal eye,
That when I could not find it
I sat me down to sigh
I had a crimson robin
Who sang full many a day,
But when the woods were painted
He, too, did fly away.
Time brought me other robins, --
Their ballads were the same, --
Still for my missing troubadour
I kept the 'house at hame.'
I had a star in heaven;
One Pleiad was its name,
And when I was not heeding
It wandered from the same.
And though the skies are crowded,
And all the night ashine,
I do not care about it,
Since none of them are mine.
My story has a moral:
I have a missing friend, --
Pleiad its name, and robin,
And guinea in the sand, --
And when this mornful ditty,
Accompanied with tear,
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here,
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind,
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.
By Emily Dickinson
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Docile Bodies
Lewis Baltz
c. 1970
For you: Uninterrupted, constant coercion.
For you: Discipline, but mostly self Punishment
For you: An Edict against wasting time.
For you: A Pining, Slowly Borne
For you: Every moment of my unconscious thought
When will these 4 years quit becoming 5?
History is Heavy, But Well Worth it's Wait.
Bernd & Hilla BecherThe Heritage of our Industrial past.
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