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Disrupt the Formula

by Sean Mundy

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Artist: Sean Mundy

Sean Mundy (born 1991, Montréal, Canada) creates conceptual imagery through photography and digital manipulation.

Working through self-doubt and questions of identity, Sean constructs austere, yet neutral and distant scenes of palpable tension and uncertainty. With a subtle, minimal approach he aims to disrupt, select from, and delete classical narrative formula to form scenarios that are reliant on subjective associations.

Website: www.seanmundyphotography.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/seanmundyphotography/

Instagram: @seanjmundy

 

 

 

Die Schönheit des Banalen (The Beauty of the Trivial)

by Stephan Brenn

Art Tel Aviv

Art Tel Aviv

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Photo by Smilla Dankert

Artist: Stephan Brenn

Stephan Brenn is collecting, observing, exploring. He is an explo­rer of the unseen. There are unwanted, wasted and leftover objects, fascinating him.

His work is based on found material, shown as ready made–wire drawing, light projection on house walls and YLOP light-photography.

Stephan Brenn (1961) born in Heidelberg, lives and works in Berlin. Founder of the “museum für verwandte Kunst,” Cologne. His work was shown in the museum für konkrete Kunst – Ingolstadt, luminale – Frankfurt, raum für zeitgenössische kunst – Zürich, contemporary art ruhr – Essen, art tel aviv – Tel Aviv, museum schnütgen – Cologne, museum marta – Herford, preview berlin art fair – Berlin…..

 

Der berliner künstler stephan brenn, geboren 1961 in heidelberg arbeitet aktuell an drahtinstallationen, lichtinstallationen, anweisungsprojekten und fotoprojekten.

Realisierungen: teufelsberg-berlin; preview berlin art fair-berlin; museum marta-herford; contemporary art ruhr-zeche zollverein essen; art tel aviv-tel aviv; luminale-frankfurt; museum schnütgen-köln; museum für konkrete kunst-ingolstadt; lichtturm-solingen; hörder burg-dortmund; museum schloß burgk-burgk; herz jesu kirche-köln; spichernhöfe-köln; reinraum-düsseldorf; museum für verwandte kunst-köln; kunstverein projektraum bahnhof 25-kleve; raum für zeitgenössische kunst-zürich; POSITIONS BERLIN ART FAIR-berlin; german consulate general-new york city; bedsitter art fair-wien; LAGEEGAL-berlin…….

https://www.brenn-projects.com

http://www.stephan-brenn.de

https://www.instagram.com/brenn_projects

https://www.facebook.com/stephan.brenn

 

Stephan Brenn sammelt, beobachtet, erforscht, macht Kunst. Er ist ein Entdecker und Sichtbarmacher von Dingen, die eigentlich schon für immer verschwunden waren. Seine Fundstücke erzählen Geschichten über den Ort von dem sie stammen und über eine Gesellschaft, die Wegwerfgesellschaft genannt wird. Es sind ungewollte, überflüssige und übrig gebliebene Objekte, die in ihrer ursprünglichen Gestalt deformiert wurden. Sie haben Zufallsformen angenommen, die per se jedoch auch logischen Gesetzten folgen. Im Nutzungsprozess werden ihre Gebrauchsformen umgeformt, dekonstruiert. Die Deformation löst sie aus ihrem Funktionszusammenhang und macht sie wieder zu Rohmaterialien der Industriegesellschaft. Gleichzeitig visualisieren sie die Magie ihres Verwandlungsprozesses vom funktionalen Gegenstand zum achtlos weggeworfenem und doch unbewusst gestalteten ästhetischen Objekt. Stephan Brenn öffnet die Augen für die Schönheit des Banalen, indem er minimal eingreift. Er arrangiert, ordnet an, komponiert und unterstreicht die Charakteristik der Zufallsformen, indem er sie zu einem Dialog untereinander führt. Durch die geometrischen Formen Kreis und Rechteck, zu denen er seine Fundstücke komponiert, gibt Stephan Brenn den Objekten eine neue, rein ästhetische Aura. Die Drahtzeichnungen spiegeln also einen doppelten Formprozess wider. Im ersten Schritt werden die Dinge durch ihre industrie-kulturelle Verwendung deformiert und der Aura ihrer Nützlichkeit beraubt, dann im künstlerischen Prozess der Auswahl und Kombination behutsam zu einer neuen Form zusammengeführt, sodass sie im Schutz der selbstverständlichen geometrischen Metaform ihren ganz individuellen ästhetischen Reiz entfalten können.

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Nostalgic Times

by Laura Silvestre Bataller

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artist-laura-silvestre-batallerArtist: Laura Silvestre Bataller

I am from Castellón Spain,but I live in Benicssim. I’m a ceramist, a commercial ceramic designer, and also a mother. What I like the most is creative design and the Fine Arts, so in my free time I love to create works that are magical with touches of innocence and mystery. A simple photograph in a room, edited in a Venetian style with textures…creates a dream world of yesteryear…

www.facebook.com/viamyla

 

 

 

 

 

Fantasie Sopra la Città di Venezia (Fantasy upon the City of Venice)

by Luca Rajna

These three sequences are inspired by what Wolfgang Goethe wrote about the gondoliers’ songs during his Italian tour.

 

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luca_rajna_3_bio_picLuca Rajna is the founder of the photographic studio Luca Rajna Progetti Fotografici (Photographic Projects) and works mainly with weddings and photo shootings. His team of world-class professionals consists of storytellers who have won all the most important awards: World Press Photo, Sony World Photography Awards and so on. The know-how of his team allows him to avoid a single standardized working methodology, getting the most suitable style for every client.

When he takes photographs he always looks for conveying emotions and feelings beyond what is represented: “There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect” taught G.K. Chesterton. Before to become a photographer Luca was a musician and researcher specialized in baroque Venetian music. His wife Maria Rosa is from Venice: her slang easily stands out, so…They got married in 1996, the year in which he did his last concert and was already the leader of a photography studio since two years, after studying photography in Milan from 1992 to 1994 at the CFP Ricccardo Bauer.

At the end of the 90s he was among the first Italian photographers to have a full website and after noticing on the Internet the work of his colleagues from abroad he made the wedding photojournalism philosophy famous in Italy, which was virtually unknown in his country then. In private life he is still fond of ancient (and ethnic) music, loves to translate the Bible from the ancient Hebrew and Greek texts and… would never stop playing Subbuteo (a kind of “Table Soccer” very common in Italy). Luca and his wife chose to live in the country, out of a big city. Their children names are Mattia (Matthew) and Noemi.

Among famous names, Luca learned to framing his images reading the treatises of Vasily Kandinsky, looking at the cinema of Andrei Tarkovsky, and to discover the poetry of the light from the black and white of William Eugene Smith. His favorite photography books are from the analogue era: “L’Isola Intima” [The Intimate Island] by Carmelo Bongiorno and “Venice” by David Hamilton. Recommended Movies: Ushpizin (2004), Fireproof (2008) and Courageous (2011).

Main Website › www.progettifotografici.com

Instagram › luca.rajna https://www.instagram.com/luca.rajna

Facebook › https://www.facebook.com/LucaRajnaProgettiFotografici

Google+ › https://plus.google.com/+ProgettiFotografici

 

On Canvas

by Raewyn Senff

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chasing them down

chasing them down

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flying south

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kite flyer

let them play

let them play

strolling Mujimba beach

strolling Mujimba beach

taking flight

taking flight

the fisherman

the fisherman

the squabble

the squabble

watchful

watchful

 

portrait_raewyn_senffArtist: Raewyn Senff

Many years ago I started studying photography but never completed any formal education, life took over instead. Now 30 years on I have gone back to study and completed what I started.

My work has now evolved as I am now influenced by the great painting masters Monet, Matisse and Degas. I would now say my work is painterly. I love to create images of atmosphere and beauty which go beyond a representation of day to day reality.

I use in camera movement techniques to creatively portray my subjects, then in post processing I add textures and layers to paint a story. This is a reflection of my life through my eyes.

 

Website: http://www.gallery61photography.com/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gallery61_photography

 

 

Quiet Moments

by Nirav Patel

When we stop to really listen and see the world, we can detect the quiet in the chaos. I define my visual language by bringing these quiet moments to life through my photographs.

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Nirav Patel-self portraitNirav Patel spent most of his life studying to become an engineer after his parents left India to find opportunity and a good life for him in the states. After he successfully finished his education and worked in the engineering field for 5 years he was laid off during the economic downturn.  During this time he discovered the power of photographs when looking through his parents wedding album.  He realized how important is was to capture these memories.  He then dedicated his time to teaching himself photography.  He soon found another position as an engineer but had already fallen in love with photography.  In 2010 he decided to quit his new job and pursue photography full time.

www.niravpatelphoto.com (editorial)

www.niravpatelphotography.com (wedding)

www.niravpatelphotography.tumblr.com (personal journal)

instagram: https://www.instagram.com/niravphotography/?hl=en

facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Nirav-Photography-114491138574349/

 

 

EYESIGHT/INSIGHT – Introduction to Keisuke Takahashi Photography

by Keisuke Takahashi

Welcome to my Eyesight – Filtered with my Insight.

 

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Keisuke TakahashiArtist: Keisuke Takahashi

Keisuke Takahashi is a photographer who lives in Tokyo. He bought an iPhone4S in December 2011 and it opened the way to express his feeling in photography. Four years and little has passed since then. Now he’s aiming to express the strong and deep representation in B&W Photography with various cameras like DSLR, Film SLR, Film compact camera but his main camera is still iPhone. He held his first exhibition “The Lighthouse Man” in February 2016. The idea of this project came out of his divorce experience in 2014. He defines Lighthouse as a symbol of the isolation, and he tried to shoot himself as the lighthouse man who watches the ships run through the ocean of life. Not only the photograph, “The Lighthouse Hat” was created by himself also.

EYESIGHT/INSIGHT – My Portfolio on Smugmug https://tokyogyango.smugmug.com/
Flickr https://www.flickr.com/photos/tokyogyango/
Facebook Page https://www.facebook.com/KeisukeTakahashiPhotography
Twitter https://twitter.com/keisuke_photo

A Tribute to Walt Pascoe: Savage Uncertainties On The Road Home Reprise

Walt PascoeOn December 21, 2015–Winter Solstice, the day with the longest night of the year–a dear friend and an extraordinary human being said goodbye to life on earth. His name is Walt Pascoe and many of you know of his very human, honest, luminescent, and soaring artwork–artwork that matches his spirit completely. Many of you also knew the man himself–and, if so, feel the loss keenly.

Walt wrote an essay, accompanied by artwork, for Creative Thresholds three years ago–it ran December 21, 2012 (this is uncanny, perhaps fitting)–about his struggle with colon cancer. A searing, poignant, and brutally honest account of his experience. I’m choosing to run it again in honor of this amazing human being and friend.

We miss you, Walt.

Melissa
Curator/editor

Savage Uncertainties On The Road Home

by Walt Pascoe

And but so yeah.

Having recovered nicely from the insult of surgery to resect 10 inches of my large intestine, I was more or less happily bobbing back up to the surface of my murky little emotional pond. It had been disappointing to learn that cancer cells were already frolicking around my lymph system like unruly children, and that the tender wisdom of western medical modalities dictated a course of prophylactic chemo. But after a brief time for contemplation and acceptance I’d come to terms with “stage 3” and prepared myself accordingly. There was the relatively minor surgery to insert a semi-permanent, sub-cutaneous port in my chest for easy access to a major artery, and the inevitable institutional waltz w/ the doctors office and insurance company to pre-approve this gold-plated poisoning. And finally a couple more visits to the various scan-masters for more complete head to thigh reconnoitering of my tender corpus, in order to be doubly sure there were no other cancerous redoubts hidden under a rock somewhere. All this transpired in a relatively compressed time-frame, the doctors and staff proceeding w/ an admirable, if not entirely reassuring, sense of professional urgency. And so it came to pass that my oncologist only received the latest reports the night before I showed up to begin chemo infusions.

The six-month course of chemo for my particular cancer goes by the vaguely militaristic sounding acronym FOLFOX. Essentially it involves kicking back in the coolest recliner you’ve ever seen while various anti-nausea meds and the main chemical arsenal are deployed sequentially for a few hours. (What is it with all the battle metaphors?) One of the meds is more effective if administered in small bursts over 46 hours, so before you’re allowed to leave a pump is hooked up to your port and you wear this home. Its a robust little programmable squirt machine that looks more or less like the FedEx guys’ scanner, and you get to wear it on a belt around your waist or over your shoulder. So much for any shred of sartorial hipness I might have been clinging to in the waning years of middle age semi-decrepitude. On the bright side, the pump makes a rhythmic clicking sound which, while lying on the bed next to me at night, is not without a certain comforting intimacy…

“Incantations on the Road Home” 48”x64” Graphite on gessoed panel

“Incantations on the Road Home” 48”x64” Graphite on gessoed panel

Wait… what?

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Turns out there was in fact a further metastasis. Stage 4. Another decent sized tumor wrapped around a bronchial tube near the entry point into my left lung, snuggly nestled next to my heart; a weirdly poetic location given the stressful mid-life transitions I’d been enduring of late, but one that rendered it inoperable. So a second biotherapy (a monoclonal antibody called Avastin) was added to the FOLFOX chemo regimen, all to be administered over a 6 month period…

“Raven Gets In” 48”x60” Oil on canvas

“Raven Gets In” 48”x60” Oil on canvas

“I always put lime on the people I kill. Wait… are you calling 911?” ~ Drunk guy in a Mexican restaurant, as related by my friend Melissa Johnston.

And so it seems that cancer has created the mother of all liminal spaces in my life. And it is from this strangely pregnant territory that I peer out into the… I want to say abyss… but like so many words now it seems inadequate, overused, and worked to within an inch of its word-ly life by the incessant hype culture hum we wallow in. The title of some crappy movie, complete with cross-licensed plastic action figures free w/ your next Happy Meal. And seriously, how many of us ever reach beyond the tremulous shadow of the concept and endeavors to actually process this deep down inside our whirring, buzzing lizard-brains? It crouches at the center of your chest like a cold rock, pulling you down through the turbid water more effectively than the finest cement shoes. Who the heck would want to go there voluntarily? Who…

“Fatal Shore” 48”x64” Acrylic on canvas

“Fatal Shore” 48”x64” Acrylic on canvas

Blaise Pascal wrote in “Pensées,” “We run heedlessly into the abyss after putting something in front of us to stop us from seeing it.”

It’s amazing how emotions flow just like weather.

I can go along doing what I think of as “well”: feeling optimistic, comfortable being alone, celebrating the liminal, accepting the transitory nature of things, handling the chemo, sensing health and wholeness on a walk in Whites Woods, meditating, reading, feeling a measured enthusiasm for the future w/o treating the present like just something to be got through, the master of silver linings, counting my blessings, deeply grateful for the love and support of my friends and family, acquaintances at the Post Office saying “hey, you look great”, relieved by the fact that I haven’t yet assumed the grayish-blue pallor of the wasting.

And then there will be this slow creeping intimation of unease, like a little darkening on the horizon. Just a few clouds on an otherwise sunny day…

Stillness and solitude in White’s Woods, Litchfield

Stillness and solitude in White’s Woods, Litchfield

Willem DeKooning referred to himself as a “slipping glimpser”.

As the storm gathers and starts to darken my interior landscape I can feel the slipping; the accumulation of tension in my heart and body. Fear, longing, and worry… a somatic ache that fluidly transmutes into a profound and painful spiritual dread if not checked quickly by some distraction. This is where it gets tricky being alone. It is so much easier to distract yourself from it when you are with other people. Just ignore and bury it in the cosmopolitan joy of human culture and friendship. Or loose yourself engineering a life.

“[…] almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it. Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of ‘psst’ that you usually can’t even hear because you’re in such a rush to or from something important you’ve tried to engineer. ”
~ David Foster Wallace in “Infinite Jest”.

I guess this terror has always been present, and is for every human being. We do with it what we will. Tune it out. Turn it into art or literature. Transmogrify the brutal fact of our inevitable decay into infinite varieties of work and the illusion of progress. Am I thinking too much?! This is not always true. There are times when laughter and joy come in solitude and I can revel in it. But the laughter is hardened and forced when you are filled w/ grief at the prospect of loosing all you love… threatened in such an immediate, tangible way… I’m attached to my attachments! A lousy Buddhist if ever there was one! It’s amazing how I can go along feeling buoyant about the possibility of remission… and oh the delirious possibility of “durable remission”, held out there like the most seductive of outcomes. And then just tank for awhile… fall into the dark… gazing up into a night sky perversely ornamented with PET scan constellations of cancerous cells awash in radioactively tagged glucose, collaged all over my chest and neck, blinking out an inscrutable code… exhausted from the grasping after some more universal, ever-present , capital “L” Love. God. Some hopeful bulwark against the immensity of the void surrounding my fearful and trembling self. A glimpse perhaps…

The Real Work

It may be that when we no longer know what to do

we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go

we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

~ Wendell Berry ~

(Collected Poems)

And so it goes. Alone with the Alone. It is a choice. A pseudo-monastic exile, punctuated by genuinely caring and helpful visits from my loved ones and the logistics of the chemo rhythm. Simone Weil said “attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity”…

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“Exile Study No.4 ~ Perdita” ink and graphite on paper, 22″x 30″

And what exactly is it that I am attending to now?

Seeking Now through mindful solitude. That word, though: seeking! Seeking itself one of the most seductive of attachments. After the briefest foray into the silence, I flee back into the endless loop of intellectual and aesthetic dialogue w/ the dead. With those I’ve chosen to valorize as artistic mentors for 30 years: David Smith and Charles Olson. And into the radiating web of endlessly fascinating threads that fan out from their volcanic productions. Back into yet another painting or drawing, searching searching searching, always searching… wading through a rich but terrifying uncertainty…

“The Secret Life of Wind” 48”x64” graphite on gessoed panel

“The Secret Life of Wind” 48”x64” graphite on gessoed panel

“Sometimes when I start a sculpture, I begin with only a realized part, the rest is travel to be unfolded much in the order of a dream. The conflict for realization is what makes art not its certainty, nor its technique or material.”
–David Smith

In Alex Stein and Yahia Lababidi’s wonderful conversation, “The Artist as Mystic”, Yahia quotes Heidegger: “Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.” This resonates now. Not just a little! The words vibrate in my chest as if I were standing alongside a huge, beautifully wrought bell being rung. Small pieces of the rock crouching there begin to fall…

“The Chain of Memory is Resurrection I” 30”x40” graphite and acrylic on bristol board

“The Chain of Memory is Resurrection I” 30”x40” graphite and acrylic on bristol board

 

Writer and artist: Walt Pascoe

Please check out more of Walt’s art at http://www.waltpascoe.com/.

Transformations (After Anne Sexton)

By Jessica E. Prescott

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lights

 

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charlotte

 

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trolley

 

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low country

 

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south cack bridge

 

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lake norman

 

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trek

 

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H Poem

 

there's this old man

there’s this old man

 

Sky

Under One Sky

 

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Collage

 

Jessica Era PrescottArtist: Jessica Era Prescott

Jessica is a chess teacher by trade, an observer by practice, and a hedgehog by design. She cycles, recycles, is currently reading the history of the American short story, bakes occasional challah bread, edits accidentally, tinkers on the mandolin, write poems, takes pictures of clouds, curates & liaisons between artists & community, teaches little humans how to be big ones, & mothers a thoughtful, three-year-old boy. Her chess book and details of her chess world on FB & overthechessboard.com.

Website: http://www.jessicaeprescott.com/

Instagram: @madzetetic

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/j.era.martin

Email: j.era.prescott@gmail.com

 

Escape to Reality

by David Giovannetti

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David GiovannettiMy name is David Giovannetti and I live in a small town in Italy, called Corinaldo. I am not the son of an artist, nor did I attend art school, but still boast a curriculum that goes beyond any academic teaching: the tales of the adventures of my father, an Italian who emigrated to the United States to try his luck.

Thanks to his absurd stories, sometimes fantastic, my childhood flourished with wonder and curiosity about the world. Through fantasizing about his stories, I found the way to express myself through imagination which was sparked through art, specifically photography.

The path to turn this passion into a full-time job is long and arduous but I’m giving it my all to achieve this.

Website: https://davidgiovannettiphotography.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DavidGiovannettiPhotography

Email: david.giovannetti@outlook.com

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