


your clay sculptures are getting better, strange work, but great stuff.
Thats some good work, Frank. I may not understand it, but I like it.
[quote]SkyzykS wrote:
Thats some good work, Frank. I may not understand it, but I like it.
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Thanks. But not understanding a work of art is sometimes the best form of understanding there is. Some wors of art are supposed to highlight and emphasize the multiplicity of irrationality and chaos…elements that are often overlooked and under-appreciated in a reality that operates under (meaning-making) systems…one that presupposes rationality and order.
Leave some space for the absurd, the illogical, and the meaningless; it might just stimulate the imagination because in a way, art ceases to be interesting when it’s fully comprehended.
To understand something usually means giving it meaning in linguistic terms, cutting it into pieces using words. By using words to subdue a work of art, it could reduce its intensity, and the desires it activates.
However, it is one of the basic presuppositions of art that we speak of applied concepts and terminologies in a language that has the same basic structure as the one that we use to describe everyday experiences. But I have learned that this language is an inadequate means of communicating and orienting the abstract, but it is nevertheless presuppositions of all criticisms and understanding.
Revolutionary art attempt to speak about matters that do not yet have words.
[quote]WhiteFlash wrote:
You are a weird motherfucker.
EDIT: I did not and will not watch the video.[/quote]
I watched it and didnt understand a bit of it so I guess I did my job.
best video
"For 12 good years that I’ve lived in this room, and I have been asked by the better part of my conscious and a nagging mother to wrestle against entropy by meticulously cleaning, maintaining, and organizing fruitless material objects in a habitual manner. In many ways, the ‘stuff’ we own defines us, and sometimes, the more things we own, the less freedom we have.
On June 3rd, 2008, I decided to put an end to the limitations set upon by my personal consumerism with a quest to blow up my room. I expressed my nuisance through a physical, yet flamboyant mayhem, hoping the result would be a life lesson about freedom through disentanglement with the material world, and empowerment through the engagement of the physical self.
This mission was also a mean to rediscover, and at the same time, letting go of a past that I try a little too hard to control. The room itself and the objects it contained became metaphors for my mind and my memories. Like a healthy and maturing brain that reorganizes itself by weeding out old and futile information, I too, must do the same for my identity and my environment. I found things that are long forgotten, and would probably never have resurfaced otherwise. Among the treasures I discovered were love letters from the 3rd grade, kindergarten year book, used condoms, journals, old photographs, high school report cards, various childhood toys, and other futile evidence of the discontented past of an exhausted and powerless young man.
This act of ardent annihilation also serves as a language to articulate an unspoken rage of an unresolved family crisis, brought upon by the lack of my father’s consistent presence throughout my childhood. Not that I believe terrorizing lifeless objects would be the means to the predicament, but at least it leaves me a mess I can fix.
Mixed emotions of nostalgia, resentment, melancholy, and exhilaration emerged out of my central nervous system, as it demanded much of my fast-twitch muscles to complete a dichotomic workout that is both self-destructing (vomiting) and self-comforting (masturbation) in nature. The experience also allowed me to express my muscularity from a twisted and feminine angle that would most definitely be prohibited in any public and commercial gymnasium. Bounded by the tightness of my mother’s underwear, I extended my body and guts to the limit anyway, and produced as much disorder and energy as I could in the given space and time.
If nothing else, the result of this disturbing anarchic served as a kind of wake-up call, as it raised interesting questions about the nature of my identity and my relationship to the world I made. It was a brutal, yet honest effort, and I have never felt so liberated."
You are very talented Frank.
[quote]digitalairair wrote:
However, it is one of the basic presuppositions of art that we speak of applied concepts and terminologies in a language that has the same basic structure as the one that we use to describe everyday experiences. But I have learned that this language is an inadequate means of communicating and orienting the abstract, but it is nevertheless presuppositions of all criticisms and understanding.
Revolutionary art attempt to speak about matters that do not yet have words.
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right, and the one primal, multi-cultural and most powerful language we all understand perfectly is the human body.
That’s where you get better and better. Congratulations and, very cool freudian video!
Two recommendations:
Check out flics made by Peter Greenaway. His style sometimes accentuated body-metaphorical abstracts.
If you don’t know him, I think you might like him. I especially liked “The Belly of an Architect”; “the cook, the thief…” on the other hand is an easy entry you can watch with most people.
Have you checked out digital modeling and sculpting? Especially sculpting is getting easier and easier to learn. Download trial versions of ZBrush and/or Mudbox asap! (A graphic tablet might be handy, though)
The reward for reading my drivel: Scorsese’s “Big Shave”
[quote]Schwarzfahrer wrote:
[quote]digitalairair wrote:
nice
[quote]Schwarzfahrer wrote:
[quote]digitalairair wrote:
However, it is one of the basic presuppositions of art that we speak of applied concepts and terminologies in a language that has the same basic structure as the one that we use to describe everyday experiences. But I have learned that this language is an inadequate means of communicating and orienting the abstract, but it is nevertheless presuppositions of all criticisms and understanding.
Revolutionary art attempt to speak about matters that do not yet have words.
[/quote]
right, and the one primal, multi-cultural and most powerful language we all understand perfectly is the human body.
That’s where you get better and better. Congratulations and, very cool freudian video!
Two recommendations:
Check out flics made by Peter Greenaway. His style sometimes accentuated body-metaphorical abstracts.
If you don’t know him, I think you might like him. I especially liked “The Belly of an Architect”; “the cook, the thief…” on the other hand is an easy entry you can watch with most people.
Have you checked out digital modeling and sculpting? Especially sculpting is getting easier and easier to learn. Download trial versions of ZBrush and/or Mudbox asap! (A graphic tablet might be handy, though)
The reward for reading my drivel: Scorsese’s “Big Shave”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83i8G6o0quc[/quote]
Heh, great video by Scorsese. I kind of expected that to happen though, I was wishing for the whole skin and head to come off. It’s always nice to see the work of great director before they made it big. Somehow you get a clearer sense and a purer form of their thought process and creativity through these works because they are, in a way, less “contaminated” by capital, opinions of others, the studio, and other external factors.
I’ve never had experiences with digital sculptures. I’m not a big fan of making art with the computer, personally, it’s just not my style. It’s more satisfying for me to get my hands dirty by digging them in clay and molding it in real space.
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I found this on /fit/. This isnt you,is it Frank?
[quote]Totenkopf wrote:
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I found this on /fit/. This isnt you,is it Frank?[/quote]
Lmfao at hungry’s infinite arsenal of surprised animals

[quote]Mettahl wrote:
Lmfao at hungry’s infinite arsenal of surprised animals[/quote]
It’s how I amuse myself these days…

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