This is an interview with one of my favorite artists (not done by me). So inspiring and on my level. It’s rare to find someone that you can feel some sort of similarity to that makes you stop and pause. More posts about Nina Katchadourian’s work to come I think.

Chris Dorosz’s work with staples really intrigues me. Again another example of somthing so simple. He uses staples to create complex geometric patterns and then paints inside the gaps. He also uses glitter within the works. Thing I like most about these staple paintings is that the staples create a stange surface on the face of the canvas. They catch the light and are only sightly in relief.

The power of the many verses the singular is very much at play here.

As well as staple paintings Dorosz also creats sculptures out of paint drops on clearverticle rods. As the veiwer moves around the sculptures the images become clear and unclear. This is also toying with the idea of paint being a three dimentional medium as well as the two dimentional medium we know it to be.

Mark Jenkins tape sculptures really amaze me. They’re so simple yet so stunning. Who would have thought that something other than a ball to throw at someone across the room could be made from tape. I might give this a go actually. I think I might even be inspired. There’s a tutorial on his site http://tapesculpture.org/ as well a video called “How babies are made” if you want to give it a go.

I also love his sculptures using clothes. Again so simple but effective.It’s one of those how did I not think of that things that makes us all stew with envy and secret admiration.

Peter Callesen’s work has interested me for some time. Perhaps it is some sort of envy for someone who has that much patience to create something so beautiful. The intricately of his work is astonishing as well as it’s simplicity. He usually only uses pain white paper in his work with a plain coloured background. He is interested in the relationship between 2d and 3d. Each work tells a story or is a drama of some kind. Figures are often lost in the vast paper environment Peter Callesen creates for them.

Everything in his work always has an origin or a shadow. It’s a bit like watching someone reveal the magicians secrets only afterwards you’re more amazed by how it’s done than the trick itself.

I’m loving Shannon Doyle’s artwork at the moment. I stumbled across his site whilest looking for a picture of John Butler. I found the picture above and was completely taken back by it. The movement, the emotion, the style. His portraits of musicians in particular show movement and the passing of time. They have this sort of double image effect that really works. He uses colour very well to express emotion and create a real atmosphere about a picture.

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he’s being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you’re rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi

Life is filled with holes, Johnny’s laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can’t you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there’s the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I’m cruisin’ through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi