wishing i was Caravaggio,
cito
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Life Is Chaos: The Theory of Sound
Friday, May 9, 2008
Art 207 Project #3 Proposal
this is my proposal for our woodshop project
I chose this site because it is right next to a disc golf course that is very scenic. I went there with the intention of finding a cool tree for my original idea of making a giant root that would transform into a human arm. I then recalled that when you and I spoke, you essentially suggested that I do something less complicated and conceptual. As I walked near the water I found that every 30 feet or so there were groups of big rocks. Here, I imagined I might have seen on a less cloudy day, father and son casting line into the creek. Maybe there could have been a solitary amateur on his lunch break. My mind wandered. I soon concluded that no fish would willingly frequent such murky water – or at least no school large enough to be happened upon by this lonely fisherman. His only option, I decided, would have been to hop out of his business casual and hop in to the bog before him.
I have not yet determined whether he had done this for the thrill of catching a fish with his bare hands or if he simply wanted to cool off. For my project I wish to portray the scene directly following one’s decisive abandon and consequent leap into uncertainty. Leaning on the first two rocks will be a stranded fishing rod. Then, a trail of lost clothes leading to the water’s edge.
I chose this site because it is right next to a disc golf course that is very scenic. I went there with the intention of finding a cool tree for my original idea of making a giant root that would transform into a human arm. I then recalled that when you and I spoke, you essentially suggested that I do something less complicated and conceptual. As I walked near the water I found that every 30 feet or so there were groups of big rocks. Here, I imagined I might have seen on a less cloudy day, father and son casting line into the creek. Maybe there could have been a solitary amateur on his lunch break. My mind wandered. I soon concluded that no fish would willingly frequent such murky water – or at least no school large enough to be happened upon by this lonely fisherman. His only option, I decided, would have been to hop out of his business casual and hop in to the bog before him.
I have not yet determined whether he had done this for the thrill of catching a fish with his bare hands or if he simply wanted to cool off. For my project I wish to portray the scene directly following one’s decisive abandon and consequent leap into uncertainty. Leaning on the first two rocks will be a stranded fishing rod. Then, a trail of lost clothes leading to the water’s edge.
cito
Thursday, May 8, 2008
portrait of a young artist
from a recognition of irony and absurd-
when the instilled and enforced turned in on themselves
began constantly confounding themselves before our eyes
falsifying and falling from their hypocrisy-
from here the germ spread
from the forever fuck you of entrenched ideas
from the turning of jesus and buddha into kings and gods
from the chains of dogma, doctrine, discipline-
those chains that for so long numbed and bruised our limbs and minds
and force fed us ghosts of grandeur and knowing
those fools who won’t tell you that holiness is everywhere
that the cosmos can dance between every breath
an unconscious, anti-instinctual urge away from these falsehoods:
away from that evolutionary, animal willing towards security, power
that constant sprint through the day
a race through existence to get to those two tv hours each night
your filthy consumerism,
and that insatiable thirst for fructose and diet cola
when will you get your fill of synthetic pleasures?
your tit jobs make me sick.
after all isn’t 2012 rising?
isn’t quetzaquotal coming, raining apocalypse
and the aquarian age of enlightenment?
against also this naïve elitism.
I want to jump at life and seize its madness
before the hellfires burn beneath my feet.
I want to seize non-knowing and relish in its beauty now
because “It takes a long time to understand nothing.”
Forever towards uncertainty
praised be poverty praised be creation
Forever towards novelty
praised be beauty improvisation and lemonade
forever towards experiment, forever towards experiment,
and praised be this perpetual flower
forever towards experiment
-dhani mallon
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Art 207 Project #2
for this guy we had to pick a figure from Bosch's The Garden of Earthly Delightsthis was constructed from cardboard and hot glue
as you can tell from the original figure depicted in the painting, i took some liberties in creating the tepee in order to make the piece a bit more interesting
i can't even tell you how many hours this took because by the fourth all-nighter i pulled, i completely lost concept of time
cito
Art 207 Project #1
we pieced together terracotta clay pressings to make a single form of at least 18 inches
my thing dried way too fast and ended up breaking in the middle just as i was finishing up
i had an overall idea of what i wanted it to look like but i also allowed it to grow into itself instead of planning every inch
very fun stuff
it was my first time working with clay
loving and leaving,
cito
my thing dried way too fast and ended up breaking in the middle just as i was finishing up
i had an overall idea of what i wanted it to look like but i also allowed it to grow into itself instead of planning every inch
very fun stuff
it was my first time working with clay
loving and leaving,
cito
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