okay, okay, okay. before i get pinned as another goldsworthy/smithson copycat, allow me to .defend myself. The meandering spiral motif found in Goldsworthy's film Rivers and Tides is a form i (and an annoying number of Other people) find entrancing and contemplative. Even a couple of years after seeing the film, i was incited to immulate, in part for the sake of re-creating an image for my own aesthetic pleasure, and in part to experience the process: the labor, challenge, and satisfaction of digging up a bunch of rocks in the woods, arranging them just-so (emphasis here), re-adjusting angles, feeling my back get tight from bending over, picking the dirt from under my fingernails, sweating, deciding where to start and when to quit... in short, spending several hours in Spiral Meditation, and then to feel the freedom of ephemerality (read: sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach) as a force of nature known as John from Mississippi (who loves to throw objects at other objects and shake young trees and swear) happily destroys (ahem, dismantles) the piece in a matter of minutes, restoring the Gila forest to an un-earth-arted state.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
punk rock
okay, okay, okay. before i get pinned as another goldsworthy/smithson copycat, allow me to .defend myself. The meandering spiral motif found in Goldsworthy's film Rivers and Tides is a form i (and an annoying number of Other people) find entrancing and contemplative. Even a couple of years after seeing the film, i was incited to immulate, in part for the sake of re-creating an image for my own aesthetic pleasure, and in part to experience the process: the labor, challenge, and satisfaction of digging up a bunch of rocks in the woods, arranging them just-so (emphasis here), re-adjusting angles, feeling my back get tight from bending over, picking the dirt from under my fingernails, sweating, deciding where to start and when to quit... in short, spending several hours in Spiral Meditation, and then to feel the freedom of ephemerality (read: sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach) as a force of nature known as John from Mississippi (who loves to throw objects at other objects and shake young trees and swear) happily destroys (ahem, dismantles) the piece in a matter of minutes, restoring the Gila forest to an un-earth-arted state.
Aesthetics of Catastrophe
Aesthetics of Catastrophe from Aric Mayer on Vimeo.
this video, and the one entitled Home and Wildness, present an interesting version of the nature/culture tension we're exploring in 260/360. enjoy!
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This is a blog designed to put Beginning, Intermediate and Advanced Sculpture students into conversation with each other about anything and everything of interest to you sculpturally. Please take some time to sign up and post an image here as a way to get to know the space and format. The image you select should function as a kind of self-portrait. My image is from a piece I built a few years ago, consisting of plywood lines I cut out and then attached to each other in a kind of endless web or tangle. To me it is both a complex and simple form. It does not touch the ground, but rather kind of hovers. I like to think that this is what the inside of my head looks like, but in reality, I should be so lucky!!!!
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