flashback
The trip to SF was full and beautiful. Tron and I went to a performance at the Center for Sex+Culture, went to the MOMA, ate at Weird Fish and Golden Era, caught up with some old friends of mine, went to an incredible wedding at the Rickshaw, ducked into a park, said hello to the tenderloin, went to Berkeley, and on and on and on.
Nothing necessarily mind-blowing in the MOMA but I have to say that a lot of artists (at least those who are getting recognition) are doing really fascinating things with faking media.
Mary Temple does these installations with paint that look like light and shadow and Li Dafang does these fantastic images of humans in marginal spaces (yea, obviously I'm drawn to them) that appear to be half photograph and half painting. In fact they are only oil paintings but the environment is rendered almost hyper-realistically to engender the appearance of photography and the humans are crudely painted to emphasize the fact that, well, they are painted. Then there's Lin Tianmiao whose pieces are equally deceiving, with string either wrapped in balls or veining across the canvas. The image to which this string relates is ambiguous in its media.
In other news, my babcia's cancer is back and she's going to chemo. I knew I should've gone to visit her this summer. I am torn asunder.
Nothing necessarily mind-blowing in the MOMA but I have to say that a lot of artists (at least those who are getting recognition) are doing really fascinating things with faking media.
Mary Temple does these installations with paint that look like light and shadow and Li Dafang does these fantastic images of humans in marginal spaces (yea, obviously I'm drawn to them) that appear to be half photograph and half painting. In fact they are only oil paintings but the environment is rendered almost hyper-realistically to engender the appearance of photography and the humans are crudely painted to emphasize the fact that, well, they are painted. Then there's Lin Tianmiao whose pieces are equally deceiving, with string either wrapped in balls or veining across the canvas. The image to which this string relates is ambiguous in its media.
In other news, my babcia's cancer is back and she's going to chemo. I knew I should've gone to visit her this summer. I am torn asunder.