Lucio Fontana - Opening of Space

Lucio Fontana (19 February 1899 – 7 September 1968) was an Italian (via Argentina) artist, sculptor, and founder of Spatialism. His White Manifesto states, "Matter, colour and sound in motion are the phenomena whose simultaneous development makes up the new art."


"I do not want to make a painting. I want to open up space, create a new dimension for art, be one with the cosmos as it endlessly expands beyond the confine of the picture." (statement, 1965)


Each painting has an undeniably intuitive sense of resolution, a feeling of wholeness through negation.








Lucio Fontana catalogues and videos

Gallery

Mark Warren Jacques - Everything is Rad

Vipassana Breathing

8" x 10"








The Sun Feels Great on My Naked Parts

10" x 13"







There is Nothing New, Yet Everyday We Wake Up and It's All So New

10" x 13"







The Feeling of Forgetting

36" x 36"








Suddenly We Meet

12" x 9"



Mark Warren Jacques is a Portland, Oregon based artist. His work is at once earthy and cosmic, playful and penetrating.


Interview here.














Photo: copyright hungryeyeball

Jenn Shifflet - Floating, Drifting...

Emerald Realms



My work is an exploration into the inner experience of time, fleeting moments of perception, and reflections of the natural world.






Groundless Sky Drift







In the Midst






Floating Realms






Blushing Petals



Rhythmic, atmospheric, and organic in nature, my paintings rest in the pause between movement and stillness, emergence and dissolution, where time may unfold slowly through subtle interplays of color and shifting light.





Resting in a Drifting Sky





A Handful of Stardust for You




Visit Jenn Shifflet's website for more sublime images depicting the marvelous and truly enchanted.


A showing of Ms. Shifflet's work that I encourage everyone to see:

SFMOMA Artist Gallery January 13th- February 24th 2011

Reception: Thursday, January 13th 5:30-7:30pm

Images courtesy of the artist

Text in italics by the artist

Axial Art - George Quasha

Axial Art in this usage stands for visual art created according to an axial principle. In the case of axial drawing, the practice involves drawing from the lower center of the body, rather than from the arm or wrist. In virtually all of the work since 2006 it also involves drawing with two hands simultaneously, where each of the hands is part of a core movement yet is an independent expression of that movement. The term axis is quite literal in that it refers to the axis around which movement occurs.

axial process from George Quasha on Vimeo.

Axial stones-- two or more stones in unattached gravitational embrace whose axis cannot be visually detected and therefore seem impossible, an unlikely expression of (non) equilibrium—are “found,” unaltered stones brought to the point of most precarious balance. They engage entropy rather fearlessly. Perhaps even sublimely, as a site of inseparable terror and ecstasy. They show “force of nature” as both a lack and a spontaneous something unknown—lack of balance in every balancing; lack of stability in something still enough to perceive as itself; apparent lack of continuance of what is not yet gone—where nature itself can no longer be sure of what it is, because it has barely happened yet.

Quasha talk on Axial Stones at PINC from George Quasha on Vimeo.

Axial Poems

MORPHIC RESONANCE

~~~

Form
sounds
name
like
sound
forms
shape
things

ALLONYM

The
name
the
other
one
you
are
knows
you
by

WHAT IS WHERE AND NOT

~~~

If creation
is out
of nothing,
nothing is
more
immanent
in the thing
than the thing is
immanent
in itself

Axial Music

Arner/Quasha perform "Axial Music / 2" at White Box, NYC, 9-7-10 from George Quasha on Vimeo.

All work reproduced with the kind permission of George Quasha.

Timothy B. Layden - The Shape of Sounds

Kitchen Purr







Nocturnverd







Drawing Attention







Puro Amor







In Chimes






Winter Movement






Drawing Attention




Timothy B. Layden is an American synesthetic artist residing in London, England.

Throughout the day I let my experience of moving sound shapes flow around me like a soft breeze which is mostly pleasant and not distracting.


Each of his pieces has a sound component as "accompaniment." Visit his website for further exploration.


Here is a very interesting and informative video on synethesia:

Exactly Like Breathing from I science on Vimeo.

Mr Layden's contribution begins at the 5:10 mark.








Catalogue of Tomothy B. Layden's work




All images reproduced by permission of the artist.

John Olson - The Parrots Are Monumental On The Rue d’Orsel

My wallet is cluttered with identity and lamination. I say sticks and balls to those who are about to embark. Heaven’s nails are pounded toward the impenetrable. The umber. The amber. The lumber of life. Those who kill do so because the infantry to which they belong expects it of them. There is division between the body and the soul. There is division between bone and meat. George Braque’s papier collé fondled the world more earnestly after the war. The blot below my mohair is still mated to a railroad. Army symmetry is necessarily piquant. This is so cotton and beards may occasionally pounce on a consonant and fill it with opium. Grain and cloth humor the skin. Buckle a clean belt to stir the waist with structure. Heave lightning through the trees. Invite the shine of heaven to jingle in the doctrines of lobster carnality. Circle these penumbras with lucidity and string. The hives of the library ox hum like pages in a book of endless occurrence. There is a history to being, a leaning to learning. The books further attract the light of an inner knowledge not found in any laptop. This is the introverted world of the contemplative, dabs of plaster dangled within when the world grows silent in the forests of Bohemia. Those sciences devoted to insoluble flavors will one day unravel. The concepts bend like phantoms and move down the loaf to the appliance of spoons. In subversive death the scent of life is always served with depth and understanding. Exclamation pounds with the larynx hammer just as the ship is hoisted onto the shore. The harness is expanded for jellyfish. The eggnog door exudes brightness. We propel ourselves up the Mediterranean seeking a glimpse of towering majesty. The revolt is now a firmament mosaic, a swirling design of intention and broth. The parrots are monumental on the rue d’Orsel. To go outdoors is to fulfill oneself with private thought and still remain open to grace. The squash in the market incandesces. The pumpkins culminate in plump apotheosis. There are shouts. There are shots. There are shovels. Even the shadows hiss with anticipation.

John Olson's blog.

A Poet of Excess and Expansion.

Leonora Carrington - Britain's Lost Surrealist

Leonora Carrington escaped a stultifying Lancashire childhood to run off with Max Ernst and hang out with Picasso and André Breton in 1930s Paris. She fled the Nazis, escaped from a psychiatric hospital in Spain and became a national treasure in Mexico. What happened to one of Britain's finest - and neglected - surrealists?