I’ve always felt that Donovan’s stuff was simultaneously interesting and pointless. I mean, why do you make stalagmites out of buttons, other than “because you can?” I suspect the problem is that “because I can” and “because it looks cool” are insufficient, for me, when taken alone. There has to be something else too. But your mileage may of course vary.
By Tara Donovan, known for creating mind-boggling installations from industrially made objects, this piece just really jumps out at me, the natural form that the thousands of buttons make has an almost volcanic structure. I could picture one of these on an even larger scale, a truly magical structure.
Reblogged for my OCD friend and my insane artist friend. You know who you are.
Giuseppe Randazzo, Stone Fields
Using algorithms to create the structure of the stones and to sort them by size according to an underlying pattern
Photo by Christy Varonfakis Johnson.
For years - and this was pre-Katrina, you understand - I had a t-shirt with an image of this design on it. I had it simply because I liked the design; it was a piece of art in a place that we Americans don’t typically give any artistic thought to. I’m not clear why we don’t use our various bits of infrastructure, like manhole covers, as a cheap place to provide a bit of artistic interest in our daily lives.
Even I’m not cynical enough to think that people don’t want a bit more harmless art in their daily lives - but I think that infrastructure is mostly created and paid for by a class of people who are wholly without imagination, and that’s where the trouble lies.
Somehow, though, in Japan, the land where the gray bureaucrat is grayer and duller and less imaginative and more entrenched than any other nation, they have managed to produce manhole covers like this. Now how is this possible?
This is Mark Wallinger‘s “Time and Relative Dimensions in Space 2001″, a life-sized mirrored model of the TARDIS from “Doctor Who,” which at certain angles seems to blend into its environment. It was exhibited at The Hayward Gallery in February 2009.
I reblog this for Certain People. You know who you are.
50 Bad Guys, Robert Ball
Name them all!
EDIT: I need some help with the ones I’m missing. See my post in the comments.
In the small size, I thought for a moment I was looking at a gigantic child’s xylophone, with the red lamp as the striker.