Okay, I promised a photo-review of the art I saw at the Arlington Arts Center a few weeks back. The first stuff is by Marja Ponkka-Carpenter. She played with texture and color, OBVIOUSLY; each frame had the same spiky-type surface, with only the frame size, height of some spikes, and color differentiating the concepts/ objects pictured. The spikes looked like they were stiff cloth material, but the works are made of "fiber on wood."
"Blueberry"
"Cranberry"
"Winter"
These next ones were done by Bruce Gugliuzza (yes, I do like that name, even more than "Ponkka-Carpenter"). He used various woods: oak, mahogany, cherry, walnut, maple, mulberry, and some bronze in larger pieces (I only photographed the smaller ones). I'm unsure of the names of these two, but I assume (based on the sizes listed, looking specifically at the titles for the two smallest sculptures) the first is "Zygote" and the second is "Tuatara," but I could be wicked-wrong.
(same item, other side)
(the other one)
This last artist had a bunch of stuff, some in long storyboards in prints on wall-hangings, and some like the one below, which looked like a giant lollipop but is actually "sand carved fused glass panels." Most of her works were playful or morbid (or both) looks at fables.
The one below was a work consisting of two scenes on either side of the same large glass panel. It's based on the story of "The Rabbit Who Wanted Red Wings," which I assume doesn't concern a Hell's Angels initiation of any kind... the accompanying sheet said it was one of the fables warning against "being something you are NOT"; maybe there's a explanation somewhere online (no, I'm not doing all the heavy lifting tonight. 'S fuckin' holiday, mang).
I will show more pics next time. All pics were done in glorious shitty-disposable-camera-rama color. Hope you liked.
"Blueberry"
"Cranberry"
"Winter"
These next ones were done by Bruce Gugliuzza (yes, I do like that name, even more than "Ponkka-Carpenter"). He used various woods: oak, mahogany, cherry, walnut, maple, mulberry, and some bronze in larger pieces (I only photographed the smaller ones). I'm unsure of the names of these two, but I assume (based on the sizes listed, looking specifically at the titles for the two smallest sculptures) the first is "Zygote" and the second is "Tuatara," but I could be wicked-wrong.
(same item, other side)
(the other one)
This last artist had a bunch of stuff, some in long storyboards in prints on wall-hangings, and some like the one below, which looked like a giant lollipop but is actually "sand carved fused glass panels." Most of her works were playful or morbid (or both) looks at fables.
The one below was a work consisting of two scenes on either side of the same large glass panel. It's based on the story of "The Rabbit Who Wanted Red Wings," which I assume doesn't concern a Hell's Angels initiation of any kind... the accompanying sheet said it was one of the fables warning against "being something you are NOT"; maybe there's a explanation somewhere online (no, I'm not doing all the heavy lifting tonight. 'S fuckin' holiday, mang).
I will show more pics next time. All pics were done in glorious shitty-disposable-camera-rama color. Hope you liked.
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And now I have to find National Lampoon's Doon.
It seems to make sense that Herbert had the polygraph and would use it on his kids -- I think I had heard that before. But after reading his son's Dune precursors, I don't think I have the stomach to try to sit through the book he wrote about his dad. Junior is that bad of a writer.
I've been really tempted to write really mean-spirited reviews on Amazon.com about those books, but... I just keep thinking "that poor guy." And I wonder, is it possible that his editors allowed the books to be published in such poor shape because they were thinking the same thing? Plenty of other readers have given the books scathing reviews on Amazon, I don't need to add my venom.
Anyway, again, Snow Crash was rockin.
I look forward to the CDs! Thanks again for that, you're too cool.
you know i shed a tear, a lil one, when you said you met tyra in denver all the time.
NEVER AGAIN, GUMBY DAMMIT!