And Krishna: that Pollock is incredible. When I was four, I painted a painting that my mum told all her friends was ‘a Jackson Pollock’ and framed. It’s still there on her wall, and I boast about it to my other half, J, who laughs and scoffs, “It looks like it was done by a four year old”…
Christ, Martin, that’s very dull. That’s a very dull person you found there.
K & L: I was thinking more of Kauffman & order for free. The tangle isn’t really a tangle at all but a product of complex systems. Anyway, envy-filled Christian artists everywhere will be relieved to know that no one has yet paid the bush $100,000 for being art.
& I’m happy to know that no bush got the way it is according to some idea of a “well considered visual environment”, but is just itself in the unconsidered world. Ugh. Dull, Martin. Dull.
I think we’re doing yr bush a disservice. If you’d picked a tangle five feet from that point infested with crisp packets I might have thought of de Kooning, if it hadn’t been in monochrome. I’m not sure what I’d have made of the use of monochrome.
‘The tangle isn’t really a tangle at all but a product of complex systems’… I have to tell you (must I really?) that that made me think of my hair. Sorry to disappoint.
But, yes, MJH, ‘the bush is art for free… in the unconsidered world’. I want to go back there; I so want to go back there.
but even the considered world can be perceived as unconsidered—-I often ride the subway, home of dense man made inscriptions both legal and not, and the bodies of their inscriptors crammed up against both (inscriptions and inscriptors). It is a heaven and hell of messages and unsuspected revelations–especially when one is not thinking, riding along and suddenly raises one’s eyes to find a riot of visuals, unevaluated and suddenly thrust against the brain like a Pollack or mad thicket
http://www.terraingallery.org/Pollock-Number-One-1948.jpg
You’d best come and meet my neighbour, Christina Johnston: she paints stuff like that and it’s fucking mind-blowing.
And Krishna: that Pollock is incredible. When I was four, I painted a painting that my mum told all her friends was ‘a Jackson Pollock’ and framed. It’s still there on her wall, and I boast about it to my other half, J, who laughs and scoffs, “It looks like it was done by a four year old”…
Hi Lara: Pollock is like a dance. The effortlessness is an illusion. I wish I could still paint like a four year old.
http://theaestheticelevator.com/2008/07/20/my-kid-could-paint-that-and-so-could-i/
Christ, Martin, that’s very dull. That’s a very dull person you found there.
K & L: I was thinking more of Kauffman & order for free. The tangle isn’t really a tangle at all but a product of complex systems. Anyway, envy-filled Christian artists everywhere will be relieved to know that no one has yet paid the bush $100,000 for being art.
& I’m happy to know that no bush got the way it is according to some idea of a “well considered visual environment”, but is just itself in the unconsidered world. Ugh. Dull, Martin. Dull.
I think we’re doing yr bush a disservice. If you’d picked a tangle five feet from that point infested with crisp packets I might have thought of de Kooning, if it hadn’t been in monochrome. I’m not sure what I’d have made of the use of monochrome.
The observer changing the observed.
a shrubbery!
‘The tangle isn’t really a tangle at all but a product of complex systems’… I have to tell you (must I really?) that that made me think of my hair. Sorry to disappoint.
But, yes, MJH, ‘the bush is art for free… in the unconsidered world’. I want to go back there; I so want to go back there.
p.s. it’s a fab photo. bravo.
but even the considered world can be perceived as unconsidered—-I often ride the subway, home of dense man made inscriptions both legal and not, and the bodies of their inscriptors crammed up against both (inscriptions and inscriptors). It is a heaven and hell of messages and unsuspected revelations–especially when one is not thinking, riding along and suddenly raises one’s eyes to find a riot of visuals, unevaluated and suddenly thrust against the brain like a Pollack or mad thicket
A final thought:
“Nine-year-old writes iPhone code”
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/7874291.stm