With a propensity for lenghty internal monologues, I have come to realize that nothing is new but merely appropriated from something else. There are no new ideas. Although this fact alone may be the source of eternal despair for any creative person, it is both humbling and inspiring. All I can aim to be is a maker - a maker of things; a maker of visual casseroles.
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by L. Ruano, April 11, 2010
American minimalist sculptor and video artist, Richard Serra, recently opened his latest exhibition, titled Greenpoint Rounds. The show featured eight new drawings, utilizing a paint-stick, heating it to a viscous and sometimes fluid state. He slowly builds up the dense and irregular form so that each drawing has its own unique surface that appears as a palpable structure rather than a mere surface. “Greenpoint Rounds” runs through May 15th, 2010 for those in town looking to visit.
Via Francesco Crispi 16
00187 Rome, Italy
When we are taught to question what is being dictated, to find out own voice in the matter, then when it’s all said and done, who’s agenda are we REALLY following?
The Eastside Culture Crawl – an event where local artists open their studios to the public. This annual affair took over my humble studio walls for one weekend in Late Autumn; shoes squeaking in and out, eyeballs flying around, umbrellas splashing November rain, with me, trying to take it all in.
The weather decided to be extra nasty, perhaps to weed out the faint of heart and pull forth the more dedicated art lovers out there.
Paper, canvas and more paper in frames! I managed to sell a few drawings and cards. Lots of scribbles in my guestbook and new cards to add to my growing collection of acquaintances, artists and names on paper.
It seems that my target audience is male computer nerds and young couples who either enjoy penguins, strangely drawn people or video games.
For me, the most fulfilling part about the crawl was hearing people laugh at my drawings. It would bring a smile to my face when, despite the terrible weather, people would look at my drawings (complete with soaking bodies and squishy shoes) and laugh at the printed dialogue between my silly characters.