Friday, December 06, 2013
Here on location in Miami. It is Art Basel and the euros are invading.... This is my first art fair and it is invigorating. Just seeing Miami in such a fancy state is nice. Went to a place called the Locust Projects. They had free Coconut water on ice and after a day at the Nada art fair with an 18 month old it was quite refreshing. Had to park way back in the neighborhood and the locals were very patient. There was suppose to be a performance but Cathrine needed to go to bed so we dipped out early. But sitting there staring at the pre performance set up I over heard a conversation between a couple about the Locust Project name sake. Apparently some government entity instigated a locust infestation on some farmers in Africa so that all the labor would be forced to seek employment in the mines. Like I said I over heard the story, but sitting there looking at the figurative sculptures made of stitched inter tube car tire rubber and hearing the lamented tale of dislocated peoples for the sake of resource acquisition made quite an impression on me. As we were leaving we were forced to navigate packed streets of traffic. While waiting at a street light. I noticed a floor lamp set on the street corner only it was 30 feet tall and appropriated from the shapes of an old multi-story building carcass that had been left to stand. Crazy place really ...Miami was not like this in 1988.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
In his famous lecture to prospective art students at SVA NYC Dave Hickey brings the current state of affairs in the art world to German Identity Rhetoric- There is a need for self cultivation in teaching the arts. This sense that the main character must go through a change. I think it is tied to our need to necessarily have conflict motivated plot lines in our stories.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Nabokov adds that "the initial shiver of inspiration" for Lolita "was somehow prompted by a newspaper story about an ape in the Jardin des Plantes who, after months of coaxing by a scientist, produced the first drawing ever charcoaled by an animal: this sketch showed the bars of the poor creature's cage". Neither the article nor the drawing has been recovered. The story of Gilgamesh could be seen as about the pursuit of life only being informed by its eminent demise. The drawing included is from memory of the city gates here in St. Augustine. The view is looking north. There is a ghost story about a little girl who fell to her death by playing on the coquina walls there. I randomly included this recent drawing and tried to give this arbitrary association meaning. I guess the story of Lolita is about a ghost of sorts. Recently in a critique of BA students art work the topic of Lolita came up. One of the female students has chosen to illustrate pictures of her friend dressing up in the manner of gothic Lolita, a trend made popular in Japan. To the left in the drawing is the start of the palm tree cubo line. I have taken the liberty of moving the towers 30 yards back so that the duck would have adequate space to clog.
Monday, October 07, 2013
Friday, October 04, 2013
Thursday, October 03, 2013
- Russell Maycumber
- St. Augustine, Florida, United States
- Spawned in the sub tropic Eden of North East Florida, hearing my grandfather spin coquina crusted yarns about voracious horizons and sandy roads through cool green tunnels of magnolias, full of floating bruised blossoms the colors of debutante gowns and Bourbon sweet teas.These were the stories of the old man and his friends making their way in this scrubby ward of crackers and carnies, fishing with dynamite, carving agency from the landscape with a rusty dredge and brine pickled wit. The more I recall the more I realized how much I inherited this compulsion to scratch my own name in the church pew of tomorrowland. Colossus imagined or real inspires none the less. I look to a past for some answer to my own compulsions. I come back to the only real constant, the story. I have tried direct narrative but stalled in the parking lot of Motel Dilettante. Groping with half understood elements of the trade I found the respite of abrupt skits and painful theatre. I persisted and sketches started mulching around the legs of my flat pack kitchen table I use as a studio. I started to blog these moments I spent spilling ink this way.