#art objects

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives characters as art objects and sculptures

edwin payne

author: glen martin taylor charles rowland

author: robert hudson

crystal palace

author: glen martin taylor

niko sasaki

author: justin cloud monty finch

author: anders krisár esther finch

author: magdalena abakanowicz the cat king

author: toshihiko bito jenny the butcher

author: emmanuelle dupont the night nurse

author: elizabeth turk

[extended version with notes]

[vintagehomecollection]

Make shelves for the front of the screen from leftover plywood... Apply veneer tape to the edges of the shelves, if desired. Stain or paint the shelves or cover them with fabric. Support the shelves on shelf brackets, use a level when you are mounting the brackets. Attach full-length mirrors to the end panels.

Arts & Crafts for Home Decorating - Bedroom Decorating, 1991

[ripeteeth]

“When a new writer appears on the scene we should not expect miracles (they come later), we should expect a high degree of technical ability and a distinctive note which has nothing to do with subject matter. Such are the beginnings of an individual style. Whether or not there is any development is largely up to the writer and although we can blame lack of discipline and lack of encouragement for the wastelands of talent, perhaps we forget that without integrity a writer cannot develop at all.

Integrity is the true writer’s determination not to buckle under market forces, nor to strangle her own voice for the sake of a public who prefers its words in whispers. The pressures on young writers to produce to order and to produce more of the same, if they have had a success, is now at overload, and the media act viciously in either ignoring or pillorying any voice that is not their kind of journalese. A writer needs to be unswayed by praise or blame and skeptical of the easy friendships and sudden enmities offered by the industry in which she now has to work. The commercialization of art has inevitably included the commercialization of the writer, who is now expected to be a public figure and a target (no other word will do ) of interest. The writer should refuse all definitions; of herself, and of her work, and remember that whether her work sells or whether it doesn’t, whether it is loved or it is not, it is the same piece of work. Reaction cannot alter what is written. And what is written is the writer’s true home.

This determination to live by the work and be known by the work is not popular but it is a writer’s humility and the only humility helpful to her. Simply, the work is more important than she is, and to put it first, to put it above everything, is to allow nothing to compromise it. That includes the ordinary desire to be liked.”

Jeanette Winterson, Art Objects: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery

[sadsongbird]

- Jeanette Winterson, from Art Objects: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery

[smokingdoor]

[forgottenbones]

Let's Talk About Zines and Why You Should Make One

[dndtreasury]

Treasure Hunters by Amethyst Dragon

[drawpaintwritemakethings]

o moro, don’t go — plus two cigar-tin stories about endings

an original painting in mixed media on pouring panel board

9 x 12 x .75 inches

plus two cigar-tin stories about endings 

— a cigar-tin story is a mixed media artwork –– an empty dessert cigar tin that has been repurposed as an art object, with an original painting on the cover and an accordion booklet with a story inside  

— all paintings are original and all stories are my own

— these two cigar-tin stories contain endings

three artworks in the same colour scheme of atomic tangerine, cadmium orange, champagne grey, cyclamen pink and dark sienna

meant to work together as accents for a bedroom, mantle or office area

expressionist works alive with colour and texture

some quotations that explain this set …

Tomorrow belongs to those who can hear it coming. — David Bowie God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live. — Stephen King I don't believe in happy endings. — Jeanette Winterson

varnished: durable artworks that can be freely handled

ready to display or hang

a wonderful set to have me send to a friend of yours as a gift

shipped with care

everything from my shop comes with an extra art surprise

buy from people, not corporations

buy things made by human hands, not computers

escape from the dreaming planet ... give the gift of original art

you can find more work at 

and

https://society6.com/darryljoelberger

[schibborasso]

ROMA a work from a series of 384 mounted slides with analogues and generative overdubs, 2022

[bloodyentrails]

@storkmuffin !!!

Book of Esther in fish-like case, Eastern Europe,

19th century

[idliketobeatree]

dead boy detectives characters as art objects and sculptures; extended ---

hello, i remembered i made some subjective explanations and notes on few of my choices for this post, and i thought some folks might enjoy it. soo let's get into it.

1.

monty finch

author: anders krisár

pretty self-explanatory; it's a moulded male torso with visible inprints on its skin.

anders krisár’ artistry explores the themes of loss, separation, and the condition of the psyche through the lens of a human body in duality: perfectionism meets unsettlement, skin meets marble and bronze and polyester, to create sculptures spanning geological time far beyond the living's capabilities.

monty's creation by esther was already stripped of any human agency. "he was made a boy, not a person", small, almost doll-sized, with a singular purpose: to seduce and entice the chosen dead boy into their doom. the naked skin and specifically the position of its arms are mildly erotic, but in a way that makes your skin crawl. the imprints are intimate, placed possesive; notice the thumbs digging close to especially sensitive areas like nipples and the belly button.

the latter seems to connect the "creator" to the subject, the navel here as a symbol of cruel, invasive motherhood. the fact that the torso is cut off in the middle and at the neck furthers the uncanny valley feeling of a young male body, but then again. this is a realistic portrayal. so was it ever a person? what does it have inside to make dents so profound? how deep you can press until it breaks?

--- i'm leaving out crystal and edwin (for now?), but @nicheoverhere brilliantly noticed that it was the same author for both. that was intentional! because glen martin taylor is all about taking kintsugi, which is a beautiful art form of repairing fine china and generally delicate things with veins of precious metals, but with materials like— nails. scissors. barbed wire. all ugly. the repair after a great shattering is seldom pretty after all, they really are similar in this regard. ---

2.

charles rowland

author: robert hudson

okay, strap in. this funky dreamy world belongs to robert hudson, and i picked it for charles rowland because it's all first impressions. the colours? the composition? they give you the 80s vibes, almost; like something a kid would design if you asked them what a time machine would look like. it could probably move in several ways. the pieces seem mismatched, but hold themselves together surprisingly well. or maybe you underestimate it?

it's neither big nor small. you can't tell its size at all. it's a bit overwhelming to look at, at first, and at second, and after a while, but it carries that comfortable familiarity and nostalgia for— well, nothing in particular, because the longer you look, the sadder its past seems. the bold pops of contrasting colour are fighting for your attention. they want you to like it! and yet, the major material seems to be just. rusted steel. made from tools.

and look at that botched up sphere, it wants so badly to be a perfect sphere and it knows it'll never be one. fine!! perhaps it could be a football ball instead! or maybe a head. if you close your eyes, that is. and this facing-up horseshoe? a lucky charm, made to collect good luck and keep it from falling out cause god, it needs it.

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3.

niko sasaki

author: justin cloud

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niko sasaki, now how do i describe her? let's start by saying— she's cleary a her. this one is a she. and there's something to be said about blooming, and femininity, and delicacy, because pink is a hopeful girly colour and a surprise and a delight.

what are you doing in a gallery, little flower, shouldn't you be at home? in a field? look how pretty you are! mind you, of course there's something wrong with her as well, but you're not sure if that is because someone messed it up, or because of a different entity alltogether. was it always half-electric? its elegance seems purposeful— the iridescent metal fits all too well with the white-pink petals— but also uncanny. and oh suddenly you can't stop looking at the stigma from which a pollen should release aaany time now.

when i look at her, at her black artificial stem and the small leaves imitating the real ones, i wonder if she doesn't want to lure me into a trap. is it her fault?

the beautiful petals seem like the only thing left real of the flower. whichever way she turns, it will probably mean— death. and flowers are ephemeral. what is a flower mounted to a wall, fortified with steel, connected with cables and enfused with electrical energy, then?

i think she's a self-preserving survivor. ---

4.

the night nurse

author: elizabeth turk

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now. the night nurse.

of course it's the only piece in the collection where the background needed to be dark. no one here is older than her. there is no inoffensive, fading-into-background white for this absolute pillar of truth. or maybe something like a totem, quite protective in nature. and it's terrifying, 'cause you're immediately hit with the feeling that you're looking at something out of this realm, something you're not supposed to witness. the perspective is all wrong. is it downwards or upwards? why does it seem unstable when the pieces are so perfectly centered and seemingly well-balanced? child, you should calm down, it's not like you will destroy it with a stronger puff of air. will you?

this sculpture is called "tipping point — echoes of extinction", and it's actually a mix of technology and sculpture and sound, with elegant visualizations of the lost voices of birds and sea mammals. the author said it "was conceived in reverence to the astounding lives the species which envelop humans have lived and the mysterious ways they have contributed to our well-being. the shadows of their memory, whether a shape or a sound, have inspired this project." so the piece deals with death. moreover, it deals with murder. it records the harsh reality and makes sure the ones that suffered horribly at the hands of humans are, in a way, celebrated. but also— categorised. like epitaphs. the birdsong, once a living sign, is only visually represented by the lines of varying lenghts in 3D, and you can do nothing about it anymore, right, you can't bring back the dead, you can't help the innocent dying in any way other than— stacking them on top of each other and moving on.

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so that's for now, i might someday write more if anyone's curious. :")

[ripeteeth]

“The self-consistency of a piece of work is only superficially to do with theme or story or character link. Any decent jobber can nail together a workmanlike piece of literary furniture but the true writer will display more than superior technique. The spirit of a work that is going to continue is not to be found in the itemization of joints and finish. It is the difference between the living and the dead. A fully realized work has an identity that is not the identity of its character or the identity of its author. A reader can fall in love with what is alive through time. Such a book is not an object it is a relationship.”

Jeanette Winterson, Art Objects: Essays on Ecstasy and Effrontery

[lovertm]

figurines by TheSafflowerField

[harvestheart]

Cicada Knickknacks

various cicada-shaped knickknacks

[succulentlover77 / flickr]

[theinternetarchive]

flower studies of enamel, silver gilt, jade, diamond, and rock crystal, house of fabergé, russia c. 1885-1915.

[zorangezest]

meet the bayverse