Happy National Poetry Month from this first grader:
We did the soft wind.
We danst slowly. We swrld aroned.
We danst soft.
We lisin to the mozik.
We danst to the mozik.
We made personal space.
Watched the eclipse from Royal Park in Melbourne with some friends and a telescope. Also saw Jupiter’s moons and a shooting star!
The moon rising in eclipse was superb.
A Mezzotinto video interview thing so awesome it kicks you right in the teeth
I never got to meet Tiina while living in Finland, but always wanted to. I stalked her prints instead, or grilled one of my co-students and donator of flat files who printed for her sometimes. Trying to not always write half a screen of random rambles, bear with me. I once saw a video of her rocking a plate with her feet and was all like: awesome - so happy to see that this rocking technique gets a reprise here..
Also: really into her prints because they take Mezzotint out of the “English portraits from 1850” or “Egg under spotlight on table, casting shadow” corner. No offense if you’re really into slowly peeling a mezzotint egg out of the velvety darkness all around us , it’s just, you know, so seen.
Also: <3 black.
How good is your BHP long term memory in relation to Tiina Kivinen? August 2012, yeah.
Enough said, gogogo watch video, enjoy the weekend!
…..aaaand I’m one step closer to buying a mezzotint rocker.
Here are photos I took of the burial site of Miss Baker, a squirrel monkey that flew into space. She is buried at the U.S. Space & Rocket Center in Huntsville, where she lived out her long retirement. Buried next to her is her “husband,” Big George, who did not travel into space.
Miss Baker still has admirers, even fifty years later. Instead of leaving her flowers…they leave her bananas.
Hydra, 8-15h, -20°, SQ2, 1st
Etching and letterpress on paper
Text from Moby Dick, Herman Melville
The Hydra is the biggest constellation in our skies. In myth, it is the Lernaean Hydra, the sea serpent with many heads, killed by Hercules and placed in the sky. One end of the constellation meets Cancer, the crab, which Hercules crushed with his foot while slaying the sea monster. The other end stretches across to Centaurus.
The main star in Hydra is not one of the many heads. Alphard, which means “the solitary one” in Arabic, was known as “the backbone of the serpent”. Alphard is an orange giant three times the mass of our own sun.
While it does not strictly reference the Hydra, I chose the following text from Moby Dick for this piece. It actually describes the great squid, and it’s evocative language reflected the vastness of the constellation.
The four boats were soon on the water; Ahab’s in advance, and all swiftly pulling towards their prey. Soon it went down, and while, with oars suspended, we were awaiting its reappearance, lo! in the same spot where it sank, once more it slowly rose. Almost forgetting for the moment all thoughts of Moby Dick, we now gazed at the most wondrous phenomenon which the secret seas have hitherto revealed to mankind. A vast pulpy mass, furlongs in length and breadth, of a glancing cream-colour, lay floating on the water, innumerable long arms radiating from its centre, and curling and twisting like a nest of anacondas, as if blindly to clutch at any hapless object within reach. No perceptible face or front did it have; no conceivable token of either sensation or instinct; but undulated there on the billows, an unearthly, formless, chance-like apparition of life.
This artwork is part of my exhibition, indexerrorparallaxrefraction at the Mission to Seafarers Dome gallery, 717 Flinders St Melbourne.
Hydra is printed in an edition of five, paper size 76 x 56cm. Buy one now.
Framed: AUD $820
Unframed: AUD $520 (plus postage outside Melbourne), 3 available
Reblogging myself because this is going into another exhibition from tomorrow.
See it at the Off the Curb Creature show in Collingwood. https://m.facebook.com/events/1466605216890555
The exhibition is also a fundraiser for Beyond Blue, an Australian charity who help people suffering from depression and anxiety, so if you buy any work in the show, 25% commission will be donated. (Buy mine. Mine mine mine.)
pigeons4sale asked: Those Harvard books are not bound in human flesh, but actually in sheepskin.
Interesting, I just read the article about how the sheep/Jonas Wright. Sounds like the author was possibly trolling! :) Nevertheless, for those of you who are macabre-minded, there’s plenty of books out there that are actually bound in human flesh!
The inability to wait can cost you money. Practice gratitude to curb your impatience.
You’ve probably heard of the classic cookie experiment on children and willpower. In it, a researcher mildly tortures some unsuspecting kid by…
You’ve probably heard of the classic experiment on obsessiveness and willpower. In it, a researcher mildly tortures some unsuspecting printmaker by placing flipped photographs of letterpress forms in front of them.
Lots of Anselm Kiefer showing up on my dash these past few days. I approve.
I flew to Hobart and visited MONA again during the week. The two Kiefer works they have there are among my favourites. This is ‘Sternenfall’, 1999, mixed media on lead on canvas with glass below. It maps the area of sky around Orion. I love David Walsh’s bit of Gonzo on The O about it.