Art Against Hierarchy
Facebook event page for Art Against Hierarchy, a community show April 12. I have a piece in! Go see it!
Facebook event page for Art Against Hierarchy, a community show April 12. I have a piece in! Go see it!
“Julie Krakowski is a designer creating conceptual textiles. Take Coffee and Cigarettes I – a series of textiles based on the marks typically left on linens by everyday life, such as cigarette burns, and food stains. Each mark is painstakingly embroidered into the linen. This series seeks to ‘accentuate the importance of the random and […]
This song has been informing all my art this semester.
I thought that I had posted that last post on Monday. Nope. THANKS WORDPRESS. And my pictures wouldn’t upload… Maybe my internet connection is too darn slow? UGHHHHHHHH ART PEOPLE PROBLEMSSSSS.
What a wretched weekend I had! Sometimes my body just really hates me.
But anyway! Paper assignment! We had to crumple paper and looooook at it.
So here’s what I learned:
For some reason my computer won’t upload any of my pictures, so…I’ll get back to this.
Also. I hate sculpy (sp?) I think it has to do with my hatred of Play-D0h that extends to any Play-Doh-like substances. I find touching it pretty revolting. What interests me about it is the weird white traces it leaves behind. I’d like to play with it on a large piece of black paper… For the assignment, I played with it, smooshing it and flattening it, then turning those flat shapes to rounded ones. Finally I ended up with a cup-like shape, and decided to use sculpy to re-create the negative space from the first piece. Again, my computer is no cooperating, so there are no pictures at this moment. Boo.
I work out my odes
on a four-legged table
laying before me bread and wine
and roast meat
(that black boat
of our dreams)
Sometimes I set out scissors, cups and nails,
hammers and carnations.
Tables are trustworthy:
titanic quadrupeds
they sustain
our hopes and our daily life.
The rich man’s table,
scrolled and shining
is
a fabulous ship
bearing bunches of fruit.
Gluttony’s table is a wonder
piled high with Gothic lobsters
and there is also a lonesome
table in our aunt’s dining room,
in summer. They’ve closed
the curtains,
and a single ray of summer light
strikes like a sword
upon this table sitting in the dark
and greets the plums’ transparent peace.
And there is a faraway table, a humble table,
where they’re weaving
a wreath
for
a dead miner.
That table gives off the chilling odor
of a man’s wasted pain.
There’s a table
in a shadowy room nearby
that love sets ablaze with its flames.
A woman’s glove was left behind there,
trembling like a husk of fire.
The world is a table
engulfed in honey and smoke
smothered by apples and blood.
The table is already set,
and we know the truth
as soon as we are called:
whether we’re called to war or to dinner
we will have to choose sides,
have to know
how we’ll dress
to sit
at the long table,
whether we’ll wear the pants of hate
or the shirt of love, freshly laundered.
It’s time to decide,
they’re calling:
boys and girls,
let’s eat!
An article on this artist: http://www.artnews.com/2012/12/19/%C2%AD%C2%ADpink-and-red-and-nascar-too/