Wherever you go, there you are.

 

 

Wherever you go, there you are, The Bond(age). The sculpture is 330mm high, 300mm wide and 260mm deep. It is made from epoxy clay, wood and acrylic paint with string control lines. This is the Third piece from my "Between Worlds" series.

A slowly rounding peg

 

 

While building a installation piece I had an idea to turn it into a short film. This is in no way supposed to be an "animation". My original vision was more a comic book panel look with transitions (wipes) denoting speed of movement or intent. For best viewing, try a big screen at 720p or higher (4k is best) with the sound right up. At the moment I have no plans to do any more video or digital work but I didn't have plans to do this either so for the moment, we'll see. Thanks for taking a look. Please feel free to offer comments or suggestions. It's been a long time since I've done anything like this so it has certainly been a learning experience. I should have the pictures of the original sculpture up very soon. This is the first work from the "Between Worlds" series. More soon.

Wartime economics. When you only have a hammer

Give me comfort or give me death

Give me comfort or give me death.
195mm x 150mm x 110mm
Mixed media

Jonathan Payne

I recently managed to get down to the BeinArt gallery in Melbourne for the opening of the Flesh and Bone group exhibition. There was a fantastic turnout and the work on display was at the level you'd expect. Top notch! 

I've been a big fan of Jonathan Payne for a long time now and seeing his work in the flesh was far more fulfilling than I could have hoped. You can see more from Payne here.

Christian Zucconi

More from Zucconi here

Fakeera Fakeero

For contact and more work, please visit Fakeera Fakeero here.

My life in Monsters. Phil Tippett

Anders Krisár

The birth of us (boy), Anders Krisár

Untitled, Anders Krisár

Untitled, Anders Krisár

See more of Anders Krisár here.

Lost & Found

Lost & Found from Joey Bania on Vimeo.

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Emil Alzamora - Mind Sculptures by Sabin Bors

Photo from Alzamora's facebook page

 In a 2010 article titled "Emil Alzamora's Sleek Metaphors," Benjamin Sutton says these sculptures "are like numerous cautionary anecdotes encapsulated in one human figure, however deformed."

The author remarks Alzamora’s “uncanny aesthetic” as “a fusion of classical sculpture and Surrealism, with occasional shades of Minimalism and Expressionism,” and that “each bust, body and hybrid organism has a striking presence and tangible mass. Most forms are creepily, intentionally lifeless, calling to mind ancient Greek sculptures, but also the imposing, enigmatic object-hood of a Robert Smithson installation. Other works still bare traces of the artist’s hand, calling to mind the stretched-out bodies of Alberto Giacometti.” (Benjamin Sutton, Emil Alzamora’s Sleek Metaphors) Mention of the “primordial chasm between body and mind” and the visual commentaries on contemporary body image issues “reflecting the idea of being fundamentally estranged from one’s body” avert the viewer to the artist’s manifest intention to denature conventional representations of the human form. Lyle Rexer too thinks that in Alzamora’s sculpture, “concept meets craft at a very high level,” and sees this in contrast with “the general de-skilling of art and the rise of conceptual strategies, which have gone hand-in-hand since the early 1960s,” amounting “to an old-fashioned, Henry-Fordish division of labor” that has taken over in the art world. Rexer adds Alzamora to a list of sculptors such as Cemin, Kiki Smith, Pier Consagra, Martin Puryear, or embroidery artist Angelo Filomeno, who “demonstrate that knowledge of materials, and, more importantly, of techniques, opens doors to imagery that can’t simply be ‘conceived’ out of the cultural ether.” (Lyle Rexer, Emil Alzamora: Random Mutations That Work) The author addresses not only the artist’s “virtuosic performances,” to mark the line between fairy tale and allegory, which – as in the case of Kiki Smith – is always “in danger of veering into literalness, an art that speaks too much for itself,” but also the psychological and political character of the distortions of the human “that work only as expressions of a distorted society.”

More from this article by Sabin Bors at Anti-Utopias.

Emil Alzamora's website

Alzamora on Facebook

Ulysses Davis

Get Off My Back

Ulysses Davis was a Barber who's shop was home to hundreds of his wooden sculptures. When asked if he sold them he replied “They’re my treasure. If I sold these, I’d be really poor.”

Beast with wings

Tomg of Pontius Pilate

Strange Fruit

If you are interested in the late Mr Ulysses Davis I can highly recommend this book.

Gregor Gaida - All links leave this place.

Gregor Gaida - Falter 2014

Gregor Gaida - Attaboys 2012

Gregor Gaida - Attaboys 2012

Gregor Gaida - Rest von Schwarz 2008

Gregor Gaida - Lateral I 2007

Click here to see more of Gregor Gaida. 

Johnson Tsang

Guardians' Fall

Click here for Johnson Tsang's wordpress.

Moving pictures

There is a new vimeo floating round of one of my favourite sculptors Emil Alzamora.

Emil Alzamora - A Portrait of an Artist from super9Films on Vimeo.

Check out other content from super9Films here.

The Sewers of the Sacred - Mark Powell

Dream Diorama 6 -  Publishing House

If you are anything remotely like me you'll spend your life searching and absorbing art. Art that many people wouldn't recognise as art. Small minded people. The ones who get eaten first. The slimy ones, who rattle off pointless names of pop and atrophy. Well they are not here and if so you know where the door is. Thing is, it's a fucken tightrope in here. This is the ground of Roy Batty, Robert Johnson, Ensign Kiyoshi Ogawa, Shain Erin and Alexander fuck you McQueen. Obviously Erin is still alive as far as I know but that's the thing. This thing, this producing or more accurately, this scrying, is brutal. Batty said it best so I won't bore you. I don't mean that in a typecasting, whack you in a box thing but more a pay the bills and occasionally eat some beans on toast way. Folk need a wee break sometimes. Having blatant, haunting and sharp still lives, paused and naked on the wall or shelf can be tough to live with. I get that. My three story mansion in Florida is adorned simply with landscapes and prize winning Bull paintings to ensure real life, the sweaty life, keeps it's homeless distance. So here we are, out in the cold fringe of a fat stinking nest. Sitting in the ally behind a trendy club smoking a shit joint, laughing at the hook and I miss Mark Powell. 

Dream Diorama 4 - Meat Fascism

Dream Diorama 4 Meat Fascism

I stumbled across The Sewers of the Sacred in 2008/2009. Those years are a bit of a blur but it was something like that. Powell was a revelation to me. A dirty fist, a burned short black. Like a meat Lynch, Powell scratches the surface just enough to bare truth in it's potent stinking honesty topped with bad acid and the sound track of intentionally under produced black metal of the tinny kind.

Dream Diorama 2 - Meat Orchestra

Ugly Spirit

His Dioramas speak for themselves so I'll shut the ranting and just post pictures. I should warn you though, Powell's site 'The Sewers of the Sacred' is gone. Long gone. I can't link to him and this is all the work I've managed to dig up from raving reviews of days passed. He used to be on beinArt but no longer. Type the name and you get some hits but I can't tell you if this is just a clever name or not. Fuck this war and it's casualties. It is forever and they are consistent. Like I said, Batty and others have well prophesied my heroes' durability but I think this is a prediction not a law.
I'll fire and medic where I can. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Look after each other. You know who you are.

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Dream Diorama 9

The sewers of sacred

Meat Eater - Anatomy Lesson