Studio Visit: Ron Athey, Undoing the Morbid Body of Christian Guilt By Gary Brewer “…I am nothing but love all my branches burn if I darken the day then the shadow recoils within me…” -Jean Genet, Funeral March Dionysian pleasure – a world freed from the sins of the father – awakening in the…
Studio Visit: Andi Campognone, Mechanisms of Change By Gary Brewer “All artwork is about beauty; positive work represents and celebrates it. All negative art protests the lack of beauty in our lives. When a beautiful rose dies, beauty does not die because it is not really in the rose. Beauty is an awareness in the…
Studio Visit: Kim Dingle; Innocence and Pathos – the Chiaroscuro of the Soul By Gary Brewer “How thin and insecure is that little beach of white sand we call consciousness. I’ve always known that in my writing it is the dark troubled sea of which I know nothing, save its presence that carried me. I’ve…
Studio Visit: Kimberly Brooks, The Metaphysical Touch “The real voyage of discovery consists of not seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” Marcel Proust “A medium of communication is not merely a passive conduit for the transmission of information but rather an active force in creating new social patterns and new perceptual realities.” Leonard…
Studio Visit: Alex Couwenberg, The Language of Style “ In the end I realize that whatever meaning that picture has is the accumulated meaning of ten thousand brushstrokes, each one being decided as it was painted.” ~Robert Motherwell “Art is an experience, not an object.” ~Robert Motherwell By Gary Brewer Language creation is an essential…
Studio Visit: Katherina Olschbaur, Form as Potential “When form’s in place, everything within it can be pure feeling” Chris Kraus, I Love Dick “There are so many kinds of reality, and so many secret openings in the walls we think are mute.” Hélén Cixous, Eve Escapes By Gary Brewer Paint has the ability…
Studio Visit: Lawrence Gipe : The Dark Poetry of History “One has the impression that something is stirring inside [photographs] – it is as if one can hear little cries of despair, gémissements de désespoir… as if the photographs themselves had a memory and were remembering us and how we, the surviving, and those…
