No wonder the Venice Bienalle picked him as one of the "best of the best" to exhibit in their 53rd International Art Exhibit. Holy crap. It’s sort of like Norman Rockwell meets a very political Salvador Dali. Beautiful, poignant stuff.
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As you can see, this guy specializes in highly imaginative photography. The subjects of some of his pics are so rigidly posed I had to look twice to make sure they weren’t mannequins. You gotta be amazed at how much prep work had to go into each of these photos. Awesome results. Every freaking one of them.
The modeler’s handle is Water. The modeling style is known as Maschinen Krieger. It’s WWII-inspired retro-futuristic body armour. What will the kids think up next?
This is not the Canadian watercolor artist by the same name. (That would be his homonymous excessively non-evil doppelgänger.) No, this Stephen Rothwell is a Londoner who uses old photos the way Rodin uses clay. Sometimes the resulting images are a bit Monty Pythonesque, but hey, being a Brit, he gets to call "Precedent!" instead of "Accident!".
Gotta love the NFB.
I don’t even know where to begin to talk about this guy. Let’s start with him being a consummate artist. His monotypes are some of the best I’ve ever seen. His still lifes are exceedingly competent and movingly original. And what he classifies as his "photography" (images above) is pretty much off the charts as far as kick-ass photo-manipulation goes.
Guys, if you can get past the blatant homoeroticism of some of his pics, there’s much being said about the male psyche here, its disconnects, confluences, ambitions and fears. I gotta hand it to this guy, smoking technique and THANK YOU! an idea in his head.
His Website (and check out the image details!)
I’ve been pasing by links to this lady’s work for months, thinking I’d already posted it. How cool is this? I don’t know what techgnical term the art world uses for this, but I call it Destructo! Art. (Yeah, yeah, it’s probably a branch of the Deconstructionist tree, but Destructo! Art sounds better.) I wish I was a billionaire. I walk into that gallery, slap down a blank check for that third piece and say, "I’d like it gift wrapped, please."
Not an original idea. Not the best of the bunch in the peek in pack. Don’t care. Bunny Heads!!!
One a side note, completely tangential, veering waaay off topic: in the first image, the bunny head is actually pretty tame. It’s the man hands that freak me out. And the runners. Oh… dude…
I don’t know what it is about today’s weather, but it’s a Daniel Garber day. The sun is warm, but not hot. The trees have just hit their peak of foliage and it has rained recently enough that nothing (above ground level) is too dry. Oh, and, important point, the students have finished for the year, so people on campus are far and few under the big elms. Yup, it’s a Daniel Garber kind of day…
A photo of his farm (no wonder he loved big trees)
"Like a single note of a piano struck that sets other strings within to vibrating in response, a unique artistic voice can set our soul ringing."
Hey, girl, rock on. I freakin love the way Lilya Corneli gives the illusion of bodily distortion in her images, without any actual bone-breaking or muscle twisting. Perhaps it’s that awkwardness that gives her pics such a powerful emotional punch. That, and the nostalgification of her subjects.