Sweat so Sour

How many times can I write a blog post about forgetting about this blog? Probably several more to be quite frank. Perhaps I’ll remember harder this time. HA. Well, changes since my last blog post….there have been far too many. I no longer live in Vancouver. London, UK is my new home & a nutty place it is call home(?) Sardine mentality and fruity run-ins with total strangers. Pursuing a masters at Goldsmiths is an interesting game. This, that, & the other. Network, network, network. Sell yourself & your soul with a little smile (smirk) on your face. The change will do you good. Take your life and turn it over on itself. I have no idea what is in-store & it’s both terrifying and exciting.

Photos by me….Carly Miller. Much obliged to make your acquaintance.

Now

In these past few months, I’ve been a bit of a wayfaring blip. Winter is a funny thing. Spring is even funnier….and I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad funny thing. It just is. You know?

Some film shots of mine. See more here www.flickr.com/photos/carlymiller/

Void Left Alive

“Alex McLeod constructs hyperrealistic 3D environments filled with crystalline mountains, fiery lakes, and rotund clouds, all rendered in a sickly sweet and gooey candy-colored palette.  Recalling the wide-open vistas of Romantic landscape painting while at the same time staging otherworldly dystopias, McLeod’s CGI prints act as hybrid spaces that imply an almost infinite recombination of the past and present, the real and virtual.  Beneath their seductively polished surfaces, of glimmering fortresses and floating geometric abstractions, lies a haunting stillness that comes forth in the aftermath of cataclysmic events.  The cause of destruction remains unknown in these depopulated spaces -there are no people in these images, however much human traces remain in the rickety railways and empty fortresses.  And yet, from the twilight of devastation shown in these strange dioramas lies possibilities for hope and rebirth in our own digital milieu through the artist’s new approaches to concepts as varied as ecological responsibility and the shared intersections between photography and painting.
Alex McLeod lives and works in Toronto, Canada. This past year he has exhibited in New York, Philadelphia, San Jose, Denver, Sao Paulo, Barcelona, Toronto and Sweden.”

-http://www.alxclub.com/

I’m sold. I recently had the pleasure of seeing some of McLeod’s work at the Angell Gallery while I was in Toronto and was completely taken away by all the detail that goes into these digital masterpieces. One can seriously get lost in McLeod’s work and then hop back in for another jaunt down the rabbit hole. Mmmm…visual and mental pleasers.

Slice of Life

Hailing from Baltimore, Elizabeth Ryan Hoeckel is making some delightfully delicious visual treats. Using collage and photography as her mediums of choice, she creates images that feel like altered memories tucked away in your mind. Untouchable memories. Ohhhh the joys of OCD image collecting, put to a fine use. ———————————————————————————– ————————– — ———————- ————————————————————————  — ———          ————- yum ————–

 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/bethfromabove/

A Forest in Your Mind

Daily Life: (Repetition). ((Rhythm)). ((( Routine))). ((((Familiar sights, sounds, colours, tastes, & smells)))). Inklings of something new and exciting. Prospects of changing the game. You could buy a different toothpaste, fuck someone unknown, screw someone over, save the day, or just stick to the tried. Who knows?

Video is of said familiar images and sounds, yet cut, reworked, and changed. Shot on a 16mm bolex 2010

You Subside on Toast Alone?

How dull. How dull. How dull. Unless you’ve been using different types of bread? Different types of bread. It’s a possibility. Perhaps.

—————> Alyson Shotz. Education

MFA, University of Washington, Seattle, Washington, 1991
BFA, Rhode Island School of Design, Providence, Rhode Island, 1987 ———————-> Fairly neat sculptural work. Gets your brain thinking about perception of space.

Alyson Shotz
Mirror Fence (detail), 2003
acrylic, wood, aluminum, hardware
138′ x 36 x 4″
installation view at Storm King Arts Center, 2010
photo: Jerry L. Thompson

Alyson Shotz
My Living Room Rug in Hyperbolic Space (detail), 2007
double-sided inkjet print on folded paper
12 x 81 x 105 inches

A Story of Blissed out Gnomes.

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I happily stumbled upon this video and was immediately filled with an indescribable twisted glee. Perma-smile plastered on my face each time. It’s just “YES!”

“A story of blissed out gnomes who have the ability to distill sunshine and bottle it. Provoked by haters, the gnomes go to battle with goblin buzz killers. After a dip in sunshine juice the goblins are soon doing the happy dance.

Footage: The Sunshine Makers (1935) – Van Beuren Studios
Editing & Design: Nathaniel Whitcomb – thinkorsmile.com
Music: “Westworld” by Brandon Biondo – realmofinfinitepeaches.tumblr.com/ “

simply put.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Junichi Sakamoto
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Tokyo, Japan

simply put. simply compsed. simply beautiful.

http://www.sakamotojunichi.com/

the company of people.

///////////////////////////////////////////////////paranoia soft

hard boiled suspicion///////////////////////////////////////////

//////////////////////////////////////////////////////meta-punk

fresh cream/////////////////////////////////////////////////////

non-space//////////////////////////////////////////////////////

//////////////////////////////////////////de-fractured landscape

/////////////////////////////////////////////////black lightening

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” So this is a dream or a nightmare? If it’s a nightmare, how could it be so memorable and beautiful? “

▼ A Fötos

http://www.flickr.com/photos/aliscarpulla/

the sky is falling.

We are warm. We are cold. We are strangely secure.
Sound. Horrible sound.
Spell us out.
Bring us out.

Streetwise.

Arrogantly, they sit in a row. Proud, they come in sevens.
They are my childhood. These are our building blocks.
They are a natural disaster.

This is our mother. This is our father.
This is our sibling.
Swarmed by technicolor. Bathed in filth. Transferred through fog.
This was our natural disaster.

Fruit. Musical Fruit. Stripped of all its divinity.
One minute here, the next not. Sour. Sweet & Sour.
Strangely original and oddly discerning.
Beautiful and terrible.

They understand me.
They need me. They need me more than I need them.
Without they just collapse. Fall apart. Go brown.

We’re all so tall. And all so proud.
Adjacent and spectacular.
Shimmering. Amoebas.
We wonder where we will be in the morning.

Triangles.
Squares.
Our ancestors would be proud.
Always growing. Always moving.

nigel evan dennis is an artist from chicago creating some simple yet striking illustrations. the little poems accompany as descriptions for his work. something resides after looking at his work, a weird nostaligic hopeful feeling, odd.

http://www.nigelevandennis.com/