Saturday, April 24, 2010

More repetition

Linoleum block printing; my new found love.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Yayoi Kusama

Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama's (born 1929) art is composed of paintings, collages, soft sculptures, performance art and environmental installations. She was even involved in fashion, but the information is hard to find. Repetition, pattern, and accumulation comprise obsession and result in the overall effect of Kusama's extravagant conceptual art.

The polka-dot was reborn under her name, and flourished to be a theoretic object of meaning.

"A polka-dot has the form of the sun, which is a symbol of the energy of the whole world and our living life, and also the form of the moon, which is calm. Round, soft, colourful, senseless and unknowing. Polka-dots can't stay alone; like the communicative life of people, two or three polka-dots become movement... Polka-dots are a way to infinity."
~ Yayoi Kusama

Monday, April 5, 2010

Stay golden

I'm not so much obsessed with the new baby pastel nails of Spring as everyone else is. I actually think they're rather grotesque in nature and closely related to those cheap noisy rattles, covered in thick, sticky baby spit!!! Thus, I decided I wanted some sort of nail art that were more decadent than ever, and still appealing to the concept of the celebration of Spring. So, I went for the gold (leaf).

A few coats of clear nail polish secured the gold leaf while still retaining the sheen. Though, I actually don't have any photos of the finished project.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Take a walk on the wild side

While browsing for strange shoes online the other day, I came across something I've never seen before. Something envisioned with the prospect of "new". But, more than epitomizing "new", these shoes deftly illustrated "Avant-garde", and shoes as pieces of art. These are the type of shoes that could zealously sit upon one's dresser or other piece of furniture, simply to sit there. Simply to generate conceptions and foster conversations. This blank and rigidly stiff, fresh off-white canvas, smelling still as the back of the dusty local art store awaits dialogue and discussion. Let the world as one enjoy these pieces of bizarre artistry.

Shoes by Iris Schieferstein:

Yes, they're real.