@martamiguelmartinezsoria came to my studio months and months ago and put a tiny book in my hands. I only got around to reading it now and had to stop on the spot and get on here: it was The Poetics of Space by Gaston Bachelard- the chapter on the intimate immensity is EVERYTHING I need for my research right now. FANTASTIC ❤ thank you! Also- QUICK NOTE-> I'll be away the whole of February doing an internship with one of my most favoritest artists. I am not sure how much I'll be able to share publicly, but it is HUGE for me 🙌🙌🙌 so loads to be grateful and engaged with (what a contrast with the state of the world)
When one of the smartest peeps you know (@ellen_anthoni ) writes a trend report that is actually innovative... and you are in it talking about art and the senses and stuff... #floored 😱(don't believe I am this cool for a second, all the coolness is Ellen's).
After Agnes Martin's Little Sister. Martin said that she did her first grid she was thinking of the innocence of the trees. In these series, I start at her grid/innocence relation, but read in in a very current perspective. Here, grids are perfect, machine printed (unlike hers). Grids here are about measure, about specificity. These grids are about truth. Grid/innocence/truth. How do you stay present in a world after truth? How do you remain innocent in a moment where measurable facts have no effect? How does one defeat evil when truth has stopped being a tool?
"Gabriel Marcel distinguished, many years ago, between a problem and the mystery. (...) A problem is there to be solved; the mystery is there to be initiated into, or to be entered into fully." Thomas Moore in conversation with Suzi Gablik in Conversations Before The End of Time. Image is Agnes Martin's Little Sister (nails on canvas with graphite)
Some more Alternative Facts. I listened to the feedback. Talk less, explain less, more silence, more mystery. It feels good to go back to quieter work with less rational roadmap after a semester of explaining everything all the time. I don't know where this is going, and that's exactly where I want to be.
Alternative facts. First of several. Post-critique, feeling lighter and clear-headed.
1) you are the best! In the last few days we've had some hard conversations and you've given intelligent, compassionate, honest feedback. This is the Internet at its best- I am so glad to have you here. 2) Finished this big guy on time for the presentation yesterday but it wasn't dry, so I couldn't show it. Still- here it is! 3) A migraine, several dog walks, two baths, and some sleep later it's time to process yesterday's feedback. What is annoyingly true? (The shelves must go) / What is like a Buddhist koan and I should think on for a while? (The place where an idea becomes artwork) / What am I happy to ignore? (One person said my work wasn't cohesive, it might have seemed like that in the specific moment, but I believe it is) / What hurt and why? ("I could tell you were a designer, you think and talk like one) / where to from here? - thanks so much for all your sense and sensitivity ❤
Today I had to present my work to two juries. Here's some feedback: to talk less. To explain less. To take up more space. To not force smell into my work. To forget about the soaps. To learn the difference between an idea and an artwork. To not talk like a designer. To ask for feedback elsewhere. To not always listen. To not make shelves for soaps. - if any of these cues sparks something in you, take 'em! (Thought a few times of @thejealouscurator 's art critique stories).
Will this be finished by the 24th? Will it be finished AND dry enough to move by the 24th? Ah, and they say contemporary art isn't thrilling ... 😂😭😂😭😂
‼️Dear peeps, here's a serious note/reflection ‼️ I planned a virtual version of the studio sale for this month, you might have seen me mentioning it. But, I have two circumstances that made me re-think this. 1) I am doing my mfa full time and my immediate availability to answer emails, ship things within three days and whatnot is just not there. 2) This one is serious, and worth a discussion. ➡️It seems like in the age if the internet, each one is free to conduct their businesses as they please. The established artworld, though, has a certain way to work. I have had some voices close to me telling me I am f*cking my own prospects up by selling my earlier paintings way, way below the real value of the work (like, WAY below); and I should just destroy the work that does not represent the full spectrum of who I am as an artist. I take my hat off to artists that self-manage and have crazy, successful careers parallel to the classic art market. But the way I am heading, I don't think it's going to be an option for me. The kind of pieces that I am developing are not the things people buy online and decorate their homes with (Please notice, I have no problem with people using art to make their homes a perfect place, I do it, too). 🔚 So, ramble over. No sale for now, possibly never again. Possibly burning/recycling/cutting a bunch of old pieces. Grateful through and through for people who are honest with me and dare pointing my false steps, and for every single one of you. Feel free to share your thoughts on this!
Tools to access the void (performative ex-votos)
Feeling this ❤- via @axelvervoordt with @repostapp
Torii: a door that invites the humans to the divine in Shintoïsme Nature is the God
@manuel.m.gil pointed me to this great piece as it reminded him of my Chamomile Fields. Funny how individual searches come to similar conclusions, right? The other day one of my professors was telling me about imaginary dialogues: I see this visual reference, and you answer with another one. Electrified by the possibilities (it reminded me a bit of Tambi, a digital project from a while ago). - Via @frank.maresca with @repostapp
#HiroyukiDoi. Untitled, 2015. #Ink on #washi. 38 x 25 in (96.5 x 63.5 cm).
@riccomaresca will be showing Doi's work at the upcoming @outsiderartfair in New York.
Visit us at booth 12 (January 19-22). Metropolitan Pavilion: 125 W 18 St.
Doi (b. 1946) follows in the tradition of the great draftsmen of Japan’s past; using an archival Japanese ink pen, he creates meticulous works made of tiny circles that grow organically to become complex compositions, embodying a spiritual preoccupation with the relationship between the smallest part and the whole; from cellular biology to the cosmos. #contemporaryart #japaneseart #abstractart #worksonpaper #SelfTaughtArt #OutsiderArt #artNYC #OAFNY2017 #RiccoMaresca #FrankMarescaArt
You don't need patience, you make patience. Happy weekend 🔵🔵🔵
Performative ex-voto test (how I did it on my stories).
A lesson on futility- I did one side in 15', and have been fighting with the other for over two hours. After a teary and frustrated call to the mr., I have decided to call it a day. I will buy different glue, better nails, and angle reinforcers. But it is pointless to keep trying as it is. Knowing when to stop is a form of selfcare.
"You think you are the hinge, but you are the door" - here's a #recomondaytion (is that a thing?): go binge-watch The Young Pope. Full disclousure: I am a sucker for #paolosorrentino 's aesthetics, so I may be biased. If you enjoyed Coppola's Marie Antoinette, this might ooze a similar vibe. Amazing exploration of faith, devotion, fanatism, power, love, leadership, and doubt. Seasoned with delicious moments of magic realism. Go. Watch. Now.
"If we are inescapably and gloriously embodied, then our spirituality cannot be grounded in otherwordliness" - Mark Johnson in The Meaning if the Body - Aesthetics of Human Understanding (38 new niches, 12 left to have the total 100. That blue/grey one on the left is one of my favorites. Btw, in the right corner you'll see that odd experiment I made a few months ago, when I first moved to our new home. It looked completely alien then, but feels almost premonitory now).
I am back in Belgium. It's the first time, in over 4 years of living here, that I feel like I am coming back home. I have people, places and projects to come back to. That felt good. Nonetheless I started the year with a pretty epic computer crash followed of a very unfunny, Bridget Jonnes-esque email slip-up (yes, I should be saved from myself when it comes to my inbox). Early lesson in 2017: always make the space and time you need, do one thing at a time, remember to breathe. Let's hope I learn this one soon 🙄