Filed under: art, Multidisciplinary Art | Tags: Beili Liu, Dixie Rose, Djerassi Artist Residency, installation art, klosetkase, Multidisciplinary Art, Nature in Art, Thistle Art
Filed under: art, film | Tags: art, Belgium, Conceptual art in film, Dixie Rose, film, Frederik Heyman, installation art, klosetkase, photography
These are the days of ironic, existential epiphanies. Where there’s been too many floods, hurricanes and earthquakes which need no explanation, because the world cannot replenish fast enough and time has no end. Dixie Rose
Filed under: art | Tags: art, Dawn NG, installation art, klosetkase, Singapore
Her work makes me feel nostalgic (in a positive way) of my childhood. And there is no turning back ever, so it is a forevermore longing for my childhood paper planes, in retrospect. This concept comes alive and does make our imaginations travel. And I also never thought about the true origins of kites and paper planes. Even though kites were a poignant source of fun and inspiration in my upbringing. To watch a kite fly high and soar is freeing of the mind, body and soul. Dixie
Filed under: art, culture | Tags: 5 Pointz, banksy, Dixie Fernandez on Banksy, installation art, NY Graffiti, Street Art, The Village Pet Store Charcoal and Grill
In NYC we tend to become indifferent to graffiti on brick walls from day to day from having been born or living here for too long. We occasionally become jaded by city life by default and not always pay mind to such good eye crack. If you’re a local and someone who follows graffiti art you take the 7 train to Jackson Avenue in Long Island City, where formerly known Phun Factory, now 5 Pointz stands as an entirely camouflaged living collage of graffiti art. But because we know how horrifically huge our favorite sewer pets can get, we couldn’t help being stop dead on our tracks in visualizing personified Rats wearing ties, holding umbrellas, briefcases, wearing I Love NY tees. It really softens their daunting safety in numbers. Funny thing is I don’t mind rats as much as roaches. British graffiti artist Banksy, who came into grips with his talent during the great Bristol aerosol boom of the late 1980′s, dropped some serious dough on the rental of wall space for his “legal” mural sized rats expedited by Colossal Media sign painters located on MacDougal and Houston and Canal street.
Filed under: art | Tags: Cai Guo Qiang, china, Dixie Fernandez on Cai Guo Qiang, fireworks, gunpowder, installation art
On the fourth of July I stood in the welcoming summer rain, on a rooftop of an old Williamsburg building on Metropolitan Avenue. As I watched the bombarding, bursting splendor of colors light up the dark skies of the Hudson River, I couldn’t help but think about the artist behind the madness, a guy who choreographed how this summer holiday display would all pan out in the heavens. This year’s largest aerial display yet, was organized by Macy’s and Pyro Spectaculars, who choreographed the ultra high-tech display, via magic marker drawings. And some of the most exotic shells in the world, were used in putting out rarely seen pyrotechnic effects. A highlight of this was a floating firework – which floated in the water, shooting out fireworks.
Filed under: art | Tags: Dixie Fernandez on Hilary White, drawing, fine art, Hilary White, installation art, painting
The Great Reconciler
The Immaculate Healer
The Ardent Sovereign
The Magnificent Cultivator
“Life, death, faith and fact one persistently at odds with the other, causing us to wrestle with our own actions and beliefs daily. We structure our existence around what we can prove and what we personally hold to be true. Jesus Christ lived in a body prone to death yet claimed to be life in its entirety. His life and teachings are documented as historical fact, we’ve based our time line around his birth and death, yet people also believe and follow him on the basis of faith. His life is the embodiment of the struggle and union of each, not compartmentalized but presented as a whole. He reconciles all things, producing the freedom to challenge our own beliefs and actions, to wrestle with the perception of who we are, the lives we experience and the deaths we will encounter.
Each piece represents the relationship between the physical and the spiritual, the grotesque and beauty that exists in each person, our own internal violence towards others and ourselves coupled with the ability to sacrifice and love. Jesus Christ produced the reconciliation between God and people so that there exists the hope of renewal and restoration in the midst of the destruction and atrophied of this life and body.” -Hilary White
Filed under: art, culture | Tags: Dixie Fernandez on Mark Jenkins, installation art, Lasarides Galleries, Mark Jenkins
Brought to us by the Lazarides Galleries which are responsible for bringing forth works from the likes of Banksy, Jonathan Yeo, BLU, JR, Antony Micallef, Conor Harrington, etc. Embellishing us with works which go against the categorization of graffiti and rather identifying themselves as the “Outsiders” of the Art Brut Movement-whose many artists were never formally trained. Above, Mark Jenkings uses his own handed-down clothes on his dummies and creates them using a dry casting process in wrapping himself in packing tape. In placing his own semblance, “simulacra”(as he calls it) in public, he performs his own outer body experience. In his Grover sculpture he self-exorcises the deep dark truthful mirror of the existing reality our eyes would rather gloss over. That is, unless it’s Grover from Sesame Street, which makes it funnier to look at. Mark drives home his tempering use of beloved childhood Sesame Street characters as a medium whereby the viewer is enabled to forge a bond, with what would otherwise make him/her feel uncomfortable. I suppose Grover’s sculpture comments on the hysterically-perpetual social plague of the unwanted, faceless homeless. Is it easier to process the truth when we associate an alcoholic, homeless Grover to our warm fuzzy feelings of childhood blissful ignorance and hey sunny days everything’s okay?! It’s absurd to see Grover in such a vulgar display of drunken stupor. I did have a whole lotta fun taking pictures of a not so confident looking, somewhat fucked up Grover. And I can’t help becoming desensitized for every homeless heroin junkie I walk by in the lower east side. Sometimes I’ll stop and give a buck or two so he/she can feed the unfortunate, starving, nomadic pup. I hate when they use their dogs as decoys to pan handle more money, but it works. Check out Bert, sweet. Dixie