Jen Mazza: (A Dialogue of Three Disciplines) hi Richard, I was just finishing Joselit’s piece and found it funny/interesting that many of the things he talks about are things I have picked out from other readings. Like this quote by Hito Steyerl, which refers to her medium and documentary film, but resonates with my concerns …
Painting = Machine
I think all of the ways of being affected by an artwork are valid and interesting, but my question centered around what it was I wanted my own work to do. I feel it likely that I stick to painting because I enjoy the physicality of it, the goo aspect. The way the goo makes …
Dialog on the Non-Object
The sky, it is blue, and other Aha! Moments, ie: The Momentary Manifesto
Recently I was describing the complete and utter revolution Iâ€™ve experienced in my artistic practice, only to have the listener remark â€œbut that sounds like what all artists do in the studioâ€. At that moment it became clear to me that perhaps I needed to develop my language skillsâ€¦ a bit. But I must say that on some level she is correct. Yes, I am doing what all artists do in the studio. But now I am doing it DIFFERENTLY then I was before.
How many darks are there? Low ceilinged dark, watch your head dark, near to the wall dark, bump your shin dark, inside dark, outside dark? How deep is dark? Something perhaps more considered when black and white is your medium.
Not thinking of princesses
“I envy – but I’m not sure that I envy – those for whom a biography could be written, or who could write their own. In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them …
Someone once told me that every artist should have a secret body of work that they never show.
Infra-ordinary and invariables
“How can we speak of these “common things”, how rather, can we stalk them, how can we flush them out, rescue them from the mire in which they remain stuck, how can we give them a meaning, a tongue, so that they are at last able to speak of the way things are, the way we are?”
Painting and dreams overlap in their ability to tell us not only convincing truths, but in their ability to tell us equally convincing lies.
8/13/05 Wide the windows flung Hot air and insects rush past my ears. Seusslike, the trees saronged in kudzu, play a thousand stringed insects. Winged violins pulse like sounds rushing by roadside.