I’ve always found this idea fascinating. Looking through a pattern at a picture behind. Like looking through a cracked window. Your mind flicks back and forth. Clara Hastrup has taken this notion and run with it. Her work is beautiful. Although it is precariously close to furniture or adornment.
Adrian Callan is a photographer who has shot a series of photos of prostitution in an area called NANA in Thailand.
Mariska Karto. Sensual. Soft and slightly out of focus. Dream like. Wispy. Almost drowning feeling about the pictures. (Many look like classical paintings reset and shot.)
All the models are young. As if sexuality must be remembered as youth. Before decay sets in. Or loss of hair. Flabbiness. Cellulite. Wrinkles. And of course stretch marks.
and now for something completely different. Snake man.
Jonathan Bartlett. He has ideas. His work is well done. Everything has a kind of middling feel to it. Nothing makes me want to turn up the dial.
And now for coincidences. There are none. Except for having the same name.
A young artist using old techniques. For collages.
Its all men think about. Apparently this is true for Claudio Di Carlo. Young women with long legs. Or just the legs. I keep looking for stories in his work. Something that gives those legs some apparent reason for being there. Outside of changing clothes I can’t find one. Of course you can’t go wrong with putting a picture of a pretty girl in. Right? What bothers me somewhat is that everyone looks like they’re going to a party or coming back from one. Doesn’t anyone every do laundry?
Seditious. Seductive pieces.
Evoking a period of time. Or a state of mind. The silly tramp. Ira Tsantekidou
Si Oui Yes – Ira Tsantekidou from aluises on Vimeo.
Clever, fun, inventive. They are like skits. Little visual ideas. Surreal and amusing. Kevin Corrado.
And now for something completely different
This is not yellow
I’m not sure where this idea of mixing puzzles with art finds its origins. It does go a long way back. Perhaps perspective itself is one of these puzzles.
Tawdry. Sleazy. Like something out of Mickey Spillane. Or John O’Hara. Stories from the post war America. The early 50s. Fast women. Fast cars. And everyone smoked.
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