So many of my ideas, my reactions to the art world appear in this program. I almost remember seeing this many years ago. I feel like I was used. As a blank tape I seemed to have recorded so much. Which makes me wonder about any so called original ideas I thought I had. I love the program. Like I love my own thoughts. Agreeing with ideas is a form of vanity. This is a long program, almost an hour. But its a great story.
“My paintings employ layers of color, subtly collaged printed matter from the 1950’s and 1960’s, and stark, black imagery. Remote, indistinct landscapes capture the once poetic, and now nearly lost highway strips of the American past. Formerly the promise of hope and prosperity; these icons are now a sign of desperation and ruin.”
Robert Mars’ work borders on the pseudo-intellectual claptrap that passes as art in art schools. Especially with collages/montages. The use of material without representative figures as if there was something indigenous in the texture of materials that made them beautiful. But Mars avoids that trap.
There is in Mars work a sense of bleakness. Peeled paint. Abandoned gas stations. Restaurants abandoned. A landscape where the language has somehow been lost. Some of the collages almost look like road maps. Like aerial shots of the landscape. With the roads gone. It is an ‘existential’ world. (Forgive me for using the word existential. I should have used ‘camusish’. Perhaps.)
McKay’s work is highly religious. I don’t think I’ve seen work where humanity has seemed so small compared to the universe around him. If you focus on the individual then it is depressing. A total lack of confidence. In man. If you focus on the universe it is exhilerating. To have this wonderous playground to explore. And there to be seemingly no end to our journeys. The universe is there for us.
What is beauty? Is it’s appreciation reserved for the pure of heart?
Albert Speer is an interesting fellow. And a frightening one. Because he raises the question that many of us don’t appreciate. We assume that art is associated with the good. That beauty is not part of the make up of monsters. Hitler himself was a second grade artist. But so was Churchill. So are most artists.
It happens so often now. I get blown away by some people’s work. I feel if I was younger, braver, more outrageous I could make an impact like this artist or that artist. Like JR. You have to watch the video to appreciate what it is this guy is up to. He cannot work alone. I know this. But his or their vision is personal and big.
Mr. Gudmundsson is an odd fellow. At variance with the rest of human kind. He is the lone figure in a bleak world. Sounds very Germanic. But I believe Mr. Gudmundsson is from Iceland. If he isn’t he should be given citizenship. Because his work seems to involve a kind of courage. The little man standing up to the cruelty of the landscape. He reminds me of Buster Keaton. His work is comic in its futility. The little man, just standing there.
Its a Nike commercial. Still it does a beautiful job of talking about time.
Director: Joseph Kosinski
Production Company: KDLAB
Design/Edit: Joseph Kosinski
3D: Joseph Kosinski, Oliver Zeller
Motion Graphics Titles: Dean Di Simone
Executive Producer: Chris Buckley
Still Photography: Dan Pak
Make-Up/Hair: Koji Higashino
Twin: Melissa Hilmer
Voice: Sabine El Chamaa
“In 1969, a 14-year-old Beatle fanatic named Jerry Levitan snuck into John Lennon’s hotel room in Toronto and convinced him to do an interview. 38 years later, Levitan, director Josh Raskin and illustrators James Braithwaite and Alex Kurina have collaborated to create an animated short film using the original interview recording as the soundtrack. A spellbinding vessel for Lennon’s boundless wit and timeless message, I Met the Walrus was nominated for the 2008 Academy Award for Animated Short and won the 2009 Emmy for ‘New Approaches’ (making it the first film to win an Emmy on behalf of the internet).”
Besides the interesting thoughts of Lennon is the wonderful illustrations that in many ways are parallel to Lennon’s own drawings.