Alec Sloth: the forgotten things

I feel like these photos were documenting the travels of someone who rides greyhound. They somehow record the solitary life of insignificant, inanimate objects. Each photograph exhibits the type of loneliness that only thrown away things can have. Ever since I was little I had an affinity towards unwanted items and embraced them as part of my tribe (which consisted of my cat and myself). I had a collection of broken toys, drawings that my brother had throw away, stuffed animals that were missing limbs and a paraplegic guinea fowl named Perchy that I nursed until his untimely death. Some unidentifiable element in these photos caused me remember my tribe of rejectables.

-B

Oh Dita...

Lick and Lather

"I wanted to work with the tradition of self-portraiture but also with the classical bust...I had the idea that I would make a replica of myself in chocolate and in soap, and I would feed myself with my self, and wash myself with my self. Both the licking and the bathing are quite gentle and loving acts, but what’s interesting is that I’m slowly erasing myself through the process. So for me it’s about that conflict, that love/hate relationship we have with our physical appearance, and the problem I have with looking in the mirror and thinking, ‘Is that who I am?’"
- Janine Antoni



I went to the DMA today and I think I spent most of my time in the Materials and Meanings exhibition.
I feel so inspired to experiment with different mediums and
I'm aching to make something that satisfies me at least a little.


-g

Oregon

I borrowed this photo from my friend Amanda Horowitz. I believe she took it while she vacationed in Portland. I want to go bike along the coast of Oregon... I just need someone to come with me.

In the mood for love

I haven't been sleeping for the past week so I've been watching movies in the middle of the night. I'm not sure why I'm not sleeping... I keep on having lucid dreams about things that I try to avoid thinking about: making money, losing weight, people forgetting about me, etc. Anyways, the flim that I watched last night is set in Hong Kong during the 1960's. Lovely textiles and patterns cover every surface and are elegantly paired with the actors' spare and simple dialouge. There are so many intimate moments within each shot. It reminded me of Mad Men in China; cigarettes, booze, fabulous dresses, red lipstick, husbands cheating on their wives, wives cheating on their husbands.
-B

Black & White.

-G

Ectoplasm, Ectoplasm, Ectoplasm, Orgasm

I thought these were so beautiful and macabre... I am going to make my own ectoplasm out of tulle and photographs that I found at the thrift store. Be expecting a new post!

-B

I think about Spring when it snows.

I've been thinking about film a lot lately and how I really want to do short semi silent films.

I have one in mind inspired by this scene from Marie Antoinette.








-G

The White Ribbon

Das Weisse Band (The White Ribbon) is a film about a small, Protestant, German town on the brink of WWI. Strange and cruel pranks start occurring within the community without explanation. A boy gets beaten till he is bloody, a wire is placed in order to trip a horse and rider, a barn is set on fire. Before I saw the film I knew that it was going to be very similar to Ingmar Bergman's work because of the striking imagery. I was completely blown away by the composition of each shot and the ominous, foreboding theme that remained present throughout the film. The black and white footage had the same visceral quality that old photographs contain; as though the souls of those being filmed remained in each moment. The White Ribbon alludes to the birth of German Fascism and the dangerous events that result.

-B

Yigal Ozeri Paintings

Photorealism at it's best.

It's been snowing here in colorado for three days... I cannot see ten feet in front of me, I have no TV, no interaction with people under 40. I'm going crazy. Here's an excerpt from Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse:

"For how would you like to be shut up for a whole month at a time, and possibly more in stormy weather, upon a rock the size of a tennis lawn? She would ask; and to have no letters or newpapers, and to see nobody; if you were married, not to see your wife, not to know how your children were,-if they were ill, if they had fallen down and broken their legs or arms; to see the same dreary waves breaking week after week, and then a dreadful storm coming, and the windows covered with spray, and birds dashed against the lamp, and the whole place rocking, and not be able to put your nose out of doors for fear of being swept into the sea? How would you like that?"

Catch a Tuesday.

Daydream and Blush.

Tonight,, I am going to revel in my daydreams.

-G

Nina Katchadourian

Uninvited collaborations with nature is a series that contemporary artist Nina Katchadourian started in 1998. Her work plays with the humorous juxtapositions that occur between language/translation, "found maps" and relationships between charts and systems.

-B