Vladislav Erko, Tales of the Foggy Albion / British Knights Tales
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Time for some Art with a capital A, everybody!
Warning: parts of this made me feel viscerally uncomfortable. parts of this also made me feel emotionally fulfilled and grateful to live in a world where things like this can be created and shared. Please watch in HD with sound up, because the sound editing is as brilliant as the visuals.
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oh yes i am absolutely loving these, especially the top one. The bottom one is beautifully luminous but the top one, she’s just… She seems more alive, and like she’d seriously kick your ass if you tried to unlock her and you were the wrong person.
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Orly Genger
Big Boss, 2010
Rope with latex paintso this is about menstruation right?
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…I forgot about these…
I created an installation for my celadon pinch pots in 2010…then i drove around my town and created these waves of…pinch pots…
I want to do something else with them…or i might create more installations…gosh i totally forgot about them lol. It was heavy as hell to transport…
oh my gosh this is lovely
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This is a thing I have made. It is about people who wear stripes! Can you name all the characters? You get internet head-pats if you get them all right!
My favorite one is very predictably Tennenbaum’s adopted daughter, Margot.
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There was a moment in a troublesome, heartbreaking relationship I had a million years ago, where the two of us were in Fallingwater, rapt in the presence of that almost unbearably glorious space as a tour guide ran through the seventh spiel of the day with as much enthusiasm as you can muster on the seventh go-round of anything. We were in the room with a little clutch of people as the guy was pointing out the already beautiful intersection where casement windows met on a perfect corner, and the guide reached out and flung the sides apart, transforming a beautiful window into this impossible instant in inverted interior space. I gasped, in spite of myself, and was shocked to feel a single tear roll down my cheek. It’s just a window, but oh my—
I looked over at my insoluble complication and a tear was rolling down his cheek, too.
This will all end in tears, I thought, but I know why it started.
I wonder, sometimes, what it is about such things, where these impossible instants bring on tears, bring on the rolling static of the fine hairs bristling on the forearms in waves, and trip all these ancient body alarms that no longer do what they were once meant to do. At 4:13, the air left the room here, just for an instant, like an airlock snapping open, leaving me hanging in space. The mechanism to raise gooseflesh exists to raise our long-lost fur, to keep us warm or make us look bigger and more threatening, and yet, sometimes, something as simple as art will set the works into motion, too.
I like to think that it’s all working exactly right, seeing as how a dancer dancing a dance that almost no culture until ours would have recognized a dance, set to a music that’s similarly unprecedented, and the signals trip in the presence of how incomprehensibly multifarious the world is—how immense and properly awesome things truly are.
There will always be new things, built on a mountain of history.
We will never, ever, in all our history and with all our ambition, be able to exhaust the potential of what we love to claim are simple bodies and simple minds. In all the universe, we will always be capable of amazing feats, right until we die.
It’s just so easy to believe otherwise, so we’re often caught off-guard when something breaks that gloomy, self-fulfilling trance, and so we react like the mammals we are, facing up to something monstrous that rears up out of nowhere.
But that’s impossible—
—and the waves come, neurons firing fusillades forward through all the boundless millennia between, pulling at the fine old strings and stretching the sinews, bringing that instant, that echoing reflection of glory when we’re here, right here, right now, and awake.
There’s still so much more to see.
It’s just—oh my.Sonascope just said it… SO much better than I ever could.
Theme: Linear by Peter Vidani
