Kamil was a priest for a while. In the ‘dark province’ as we called it in Russia. He was a man of great spirituality who made modesty a virtue.
There isn’t much information on Vojnar. His work has this wispy spiritual quality to it. Or maybe its just years of brown outs. I always find it strange to see how many artists who grew up behind the Iron Curtain have surreal work that deals in many ways in flight. Or escape.
Her collage work reminds me of the naive artists like Henri Rousseau and Grandman Moses. One feels a sense of peace and tranquility when looking at her work. I know I dozed off several times. (That isn’t sarcasm. My back has been giving me problems and the pain went away as I looked at Cruzat’s work.)
I watched a film last night Its All About Love. It was very surreal, drawing close to being mad. Another end of the world piece. There is so much nostalgia for previous ages in the film and in Zwir’s work. And sentimentality.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suiHxcNFeD8
Bogdan is an interesting artist. His work is lovely to look at. The surreal quality of his collage work in echoed in his straight photographs.
Edwin used to bowl at Plantation Bowl on Sundays. One summer he bowled a perfect game but was disqualified for foul language after his last ball was thrown. He hasn’t been seen since.
Erwin Olaf is a Dutch photographer. A lot of his work has the qualities that you find in a lot of collage work, that is the fantastic, the placement of odd images next to each other, humour, the absurd. A short video was made of his work and is well worth watching.
Her work is fun. Some of it is light humor. Other is parody. It is not drawn out of despair. No graveside humor. Mostly wonder and bewilderment.
Look closely. In almost every pic there is something… odd. And the architexture is modern. Almost futuristic. And everything is new. And empty. There are no messes. Is this paradise or hell?
Odd. A Frenchman creating black and white sketch like pictures of iconic American images. Almost like postcards. There are no stories. More like landscapes. Except for the make of cars it is difficult to put an age on these photos. My own suspicion is that they are mostly in the 70s and 80s. Two of my favourite decades. One thing about the American landscape is that it has no plan. There is no ultimate designer. It just happened.
You can see right into their souls. Great story telling. And wonderful ‘ordinariness’ in the best sense. Each of his paintings is like a chapter of Tolstoi.
What a lot of people don’t realize about Miko is that he represented the Finnish Olympic team in Soho, 1926. Unfortunately he was disqualified for foul language only yards away from the finish line.
Miko Rantanen
Some artists are different, odd, and interesting. There is in Mikko Rantanen‘s work the look of a child’s sensitivity. He combines cut-outs of flat spaces with collage pieces in clever and amusing ways.
I love this guy’s work. Its one of those great surprises when your back is acting up and your wife has run off to the mall because she’s restless and its Sunday and finally getting warmer.
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