Showing posts with label artists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artists. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 October 2011

Circles






Atsuko Tanaka
(1931-2005)

The formally trained Japanese artist who rejected the traditional notions of art 
and went in search of what she called... unknown beauty.








Untitled, 1964














Golden Work A, 1962








87H, 1987











Untitled, 1961












Round on Sand, 1968










Now playing: The Beauty Room - Don't You Know

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Above all else...






Jacqueline de Ribes  

by 

Richard Avedon 




Shortly after meeting Diana Vreeland, de Ribes was photographed for the Beauties of Our Time feature which appeared in Harper's Bazaar, April 1956. On working with Vreeland, de Ribes recalled -

 She taught me that day to be very self-confident, and she told me something very important: 
Whatever you are going to decide for yourself is going to be the the right thing. Don't get influenced. -










Now playing: Nona Hendryx - Now That I Know Who I Am

Friday, 7 October 2011

Ab Fab



In the 1980s and 90s Sara Thorn was Australian clubland's answer to Zandra Rhodes.



Galaxy,  Melbourne
photograph by Kate Gollings, 1986

The joint venture that Bruce Slorach and Thorn (pictured reclining) established in 1985.  
Galaxy was Thorn's and  Slorach's first shop selling their Abyss Studio label. 





I see textiles not just as fabric, but as a form of cultural communication. - Sara Thorn








Thorn's latest incarnation is WorldWeave, a collaboration with Piero Paolo Gesualdi.










Embroidered Felt Throw












Now playing:  Eskimo Joe - Sarah

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Lost and found









In 1964, the then up-and-coming  Friedlander was hired by Harper's Bazaar art directors Ruth Ansel and Bea Feitler to photograph the year's new car models. As Friedlander's album covers (for many of the jazz artists at Atlantic Records) had already proven his ability to work on assignment and wishing to obtain his best work, Ansel and Feitlier decided that he should be left to his own devices.

Rather than glamourising  the then ultimate symbol of success, Friedlander ...just put the cars out in the world, instead of on a pedestal. The then editor-in-chief Nancy White was less than impressed and well aware that offending the car manufactures could ultimately harm advertising revenue. 

Though Friedlander was paid, the shots were never used and all but forgotten. That is, until Friedlander rediscovered the negatives in 2010.






















Now playing: Gary Numan - Cars

Sunday, 18 September 2011

the figurative abstract





Lynn Chadwick (1914-2003)













Now playing: David Byrne - This Must Be The Place

Saturday, 17 September 2011

Inspired






Prototype 576 table light, 1971 

Made by Arteluce, 1971



Based on an idea of Germano Celant. Lights in the style of the Russian avant-garde of the 1920s, particularly after works by Alexander Rodchenko. Having acquired consent from the artist's widow, lights 576 and 577 were realised in very limited editions in the early 1970s.



One has to take several different shots of a subject,  from different points of view and in different situations, as if one examined it in the round rather than looked through the same key-hole again and again - Alexander Rodchenko








Now playing: Arthur-Vincent Lourié - Synthesis for piano op. 16

Monday, 25 July 2011

November is a long way away II






100 YEARS: The imagination of Robert Crowder, Vralati, and Shoji Kuroda
  
The three faces of an artist that lived for a century



A special exhibition to mark Robert Crowder's centenary

November 13, 2011 - January 8, 2012

9:30 am—6:00 pm (Monday—Saturday. Sunday by appointment)



Pasadena, California









1960s folding screens which typify Crowder's work



Crowder (1921-2010) was an American-born painter who learned the technique of Nihonga while living in pre-war Japan. He took the artist name of Shoji Kuroda after having studied under the master painter Mochizuki Shunko (1893-1979). With the outbreak of World War II, Crowder was interned as an enemy alien and subsequently deported from Japan in 1943.


His profound affection for the country, however, remained intact, and to this day he shows not a trace of bitterness or regret. He would have stayed forever, he says, had it not been for the circumstances. As it was, he returned to the United States, and the beautiful things that had captivated him in Asia — ikebana flower arrangement and painted byobu, as well as fabrics purchased from the mountain “aborigines” on his visits to Taiwan from Japan — formed the basis for establishing a studio of handpainted murals and folding screens used in decorating the Hollywood homes of the rich and famous. - April, 2007 issue Cultural News




Imperial City  by Robert Crowder & Company






The last incarnation of Mame's Beekman Place apartment









Now playing:  Ryuichi Sakamoto - Solitude 

Saturday, 23 July 2011

Back to black








Amy Winehouse 

1983 - 2011



Friday, 22 July 2011

The king is dead





Reflection, 1985


8 December 1922 – 20 July 2011








Leigh Bowery, 1991








Monday, 27 June 2011

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Cafe society




 The Angus McBean photograph that was flashed on the screen of the Academy Cinema to  promote the adjoining Pavilion Cafe









The Lost Pavilion


The Pavilion Restaurant in Oxford Street designed by Angus McBean in 1951.
As it appeared in the May, 1988 issue of The World of Interiors.








Now playing: Jean Michel Jarre - Touch To Remember

Monday, 2 May 2011

Decorative art





Otto Alberth Hirth (1899-1969)

Screen
Watercolour on canvas, 1930-1940







Now playing: Carl Maria von Weber - Adagio Patetico in C#

Friday, 29 April 2011

The curious Mr. McBean




Angus McBean
Self portrait as Neptune, 1939





"My mother and I completely redecorated our first £600 house. there was a variety of paints and styles, but there was one room which I had papered completely with a gold metal paper stuck on canvas, rather disgusting. and there was an awful lot of black paint everywhere. I had read somewhere that if you poured the top off gloss paint you got matt paint. So I did, and so it was, but alas it never really dried. When it was all done, my mother took against the house and so we advertised it for sale as ‘an artistically decorated house’. this term, applied to a house in South Wales, had never been heard before, it was something completely new. Newport was dazzled. people used to come and look round and say ‘Yes, it is artistic’– and so it was. We sold it at an £800 profit, with the money we bought a much better house, and my mother was bitten by the bug of buying and doing up houses in which I would do most of the painting and decorating.” - from Angus McBean: Facemaker by Adrian Woodhouse





Angus McBean photographed for Harpers & Queen, 1986
Flemings Hall, Suffolk





For more images of and insight into Flemings Hall see Smouldering brick and Mick Jagger by The Blue Remembered Hills.

Now playing: The Smiths - Asleep

Friday, 22 April 2011

The sacred and the profane






Keith Haring

 Museum of Contemporary Religious Art, Saint Louis University




The altarpiece, cast in bronze and covered with gold leaf, is rendered in the artist’s post-graffiti style. Sam Havadtoy, writing in May 1990, shared his recollection of Haring's work on the panels:

In 1989, Keith asked me to help him decorate his new Manhattan apartment. In his living room was an old brick fireplace which he hated, so I had it plastered over. The plaster was wet and I suggested that he draw into it. He thought it was a cool idea. It was as if the plaster were a three-dimensional textured canvas. He loved drawing in the plaster, and got very excited about the new medium. When he finished, it was very beautiful. I asked him if he wanted to make an edition of the fireplace and he loved the idea. Later, I asked him if he wanted to do other works in editions -- perhaps, panels and tables. He laughed. But he said he liked the idea -- he would do it.
Trays were made for the panels and tables. I also had a last-minute inspiration and had special trays made in the shape of a Russian icon, an altar piece, a large version of a miniature icon I saw in a shop in Geneva. All the trays were then laid out in a quiet, womblike room in the Dakota. Trays were filled with fresh clay. Keith arrived. He snapped a tape into the ghetto blaster, turned up the music, sipped a Coke and set to work.
Instead of a brush, for the first time, he used a loop knife. He handled the knife freely and spontaneously like he wielded his brushes. As he worked, he became more and more excited. He said that he couldn't believe it had taken him so long to discover this kind of sculpture. He made no preliminary drawings except for a quick sketch of the dancer on the third panel, which he made on a two-by-four piece of wood. Yet he was completely sanguine as he cut into the clay. The images came directly from his head. He placed the knife in the clay and carved a continuous running line, a quarter-of-an-inch deep groove, which wound like a swollen stream during the spring thaw. He never stopped to rethink the line; he never edited himself and never made corrections. The lines he carved in the clay were seamless, flawless.
Keith finished the panels and then, for the first time, saw the three altar piece sections. He stared at them and was silent. Then he set to work. He cut into the clay and began to carve freeflowing lines. The images that emerged were unlike the others. They were religious: an inspiration of the life of Christ; a baby held by a pair of hands; hands ascending toward heaven; Christ on the cross. On one side panel he depicted the resurrection. On the other, a fallen angel. When Keith finished, as he stepped back and gazed at this work, he said, "Man, this is really heavy."
When he stopped, he was exhausted, and it was the first time I realized how frail he had become. He was completely out of breath. He said, "When I'm working, I'm fine, but as soon as I stop, it hits me . . . "

The altar was Keith's final piece of work.

Haring died two weeks after completing the altarpiece. The uncharacteristically solemn altarpiece reflects the artist's coming to terms with his own mortality and his grief over the death of friends. The work is an expression of love and an affirmation of the sacred. 






Now playing: Mahalia Jackson - Calvary

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

And, breathless, power breathe forth.




Angus McBean portrait of Vivien Leigh as Cleopatra in a 1951 production of Antony and Cleopatra



Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.




Now playing: Antony and The Johnsons - My Lady Story

Thursday, 31 March 2011

I am after reality...



painting impressed on the mind so hard that it recurs as a dream...




George Tooker (1920-2011)










George Tooker

 A Columbus Museum of Art  documentary

In conjunction with the 2009 exhibition George Tooker: A Retrospective




Impetus, Lucidaville


Now playing: Tom McRae - You Only Disappear

A philosopher's garden


Large Flowering Sensitive Plant









The Night-blowing Cereus










The Blue Passion Flower











The Winged Passion Flower










The Blue Egyptian Water Lily










The Artichoke Protea











Group of Auriculas



The Temple of Flora, or
Garden of the botanist, poet, painter and philosopher
Sept. 1st, 1811

Dr. Robert John Thornton (British, 1768-1837) Publisher, ca. 1811-1812










Now playing: Maxine Sullivan - Skylark

Friday, 18 March 2011

Twofold


Divine

In quiet, black and white portraits, Peter Hujar captures his subjects in moments of reverie. This one shows Divine, a famously foul-mouthed drag queen, usually seen wearing a blonde wig, sequined dress, and garish make-up. In Hujar’s portrait, the public persona is stripped away. Divine appears as a man, wrinkled and balding, resting on a velvety black blanket and gazing into the distance. His half-closed eyes suggest he is on the borderline between dream and sleep... - Whitney Museum of American  Art





Now playing: Divine - I'm So Beautiful

Wednesday, 16 March 2011



David Wojnarowicz (1954-1992)






A Fire in My Belly, 1986-87



Courtesy of the Estate of David Wojnarowicz and P.P.O.W Gallery, New York.




Wojnarowicz made A Fire in My Belly, dated 1986-87, at a turning point. In 1987 his longtime mentor and lover, the photographer Peter Hujar, died of AIDS, and Wojnarowicz himself learned that he was H.I.V.-positive. 


As Ants Crawl Over Crucifix, Dead Artist Is Assailed Again
By Holland Cotter
Published: December 10, 2010
The New York Times



Now playing: David Wojnarowicz - Arts Funding

Sunday, 13 March 2011

By special appointment to the Imperial Crown




House of Fabergé nephrite tray with silver and gilt enameled handles set with diamonds






  House of Fabergé nephrite tray design, Hermitage Museum


House of Fabergé



Now playing: Alexander Borodin - Symphony No. 2, III. Andante