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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

a still life

Requisites, Graphite 2012

This is another one for Lawrence Yun's drawing class. It's about gender conventions and it's also about how much I love to render hair.

Lawrence did a demo for us on applying graphite powder, which is what I used for the table. I cut a stencil and applied layers of powder with a brush until I got it as dark as I needed it. I think it was pretty successful, it was fairly quick and probably the best way to get an even tone.

That's about all I have to say about this one. In my last post I wondered why I don't draw like this (photo-realistically) more often. Now I remember why. I takes ten thousand years, it's fucking boring and I will probably never do it again once this class is over.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

a preview

 These are two pieces I did for a collaborative project I recently started with a few friends and friends of friends. We are working on a title and a few other logistics, but we should have the blog for that project up within a few weeks, at which point I will link to it here. The basic premise of the project is a conversation through artwork. So each person created a piece, dealing with the theme "identity" and then we randomly swapped pieces and created response pieces to each other's work. 

We plan to repeat the process indefinitely and just kind of see what happens, sharing the results on a blog as we go. I'm really excited about it because I love working collaboratively, it reminds me of my high school Literary Magazine (which is where I met two of the artists from this project) and it's awesome because there's a lot of variety in terms of work. There are other visual artists as well as writers so I can't wait to see where it goes.

 Literally, I can't wait. Which I guess is why I am sharing these pieces here, now. This first piece is about trying to understand how many people there are living right now. I can read the number, but it's difficult to really grasp what it represents. This is about trying to relate to that number and the what it means to be one of seven billion unique individuals.

Everyone; No One, Watercolor, Ink, 2012


This piece is a response to a poem called Counting Steps, Counting Breaths by my friends Annie Le. The poem will be on our project site and I will link to it here once it is. I know she is inspired by Buddhist teachings and Thich Naht Hahn, who is totally amazing. You should all read his book, The Miracle of Mindfulness. 

Only Peeling; Watercolor, Colored Pencil, 2012

That's all for now! Thanks for reading/looking!

Friday, February 24, 2012

perfume

Perfume; Graphite, 2012
This is a piece I just finished for Lawrence Yun's descriptive drawing class. The class is all photo-realist style rendering, which I actually really enjoy, but I don't do it unless forced to for some reason. It's kind of brainless and fun to do while watching/listening to television shows I've already seen. So this piece is brought to you buy seasons one through three of Weeds. 

The spray pattern was an experiment which wasn't terribly successful, but I spent a stupid amount of time cutting out this intricate stencil and I felt obligated to use it. Why is she spraying perfume in her face? Because it was the style at the time. Because her face stinks. Because I wanted to render her face, okay?

Special thanks to my model for this piece, my little sister Sam (who's amazing BTW, 23 years old and she's already lapped me for a bachelors degree and is kicking ass in law school. Sorry, I can't resist bragging about Sam whenever I mention her, it's like OCD or something.) As beautiful as she is, Sam could never have a career as a model, because after the first 20 frames or so, this started happening:


See you next Friday!

Oh, did I not tell you? I'll be updating my blog every Friday from now on. There. Now that I have promised the internet, I can't disappoint.

Thank You?


Wednesday, February 1, 2012

from my sketchbook: last week of january

Self Portrait; Ballpoint Pen

So pretend this is a riveting explanation of my reasons for neglecting to update my blog over the last few million years and a promise to myself and the internet that I will henceforth post something new every week from now until eternity.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

more or less the same

For this piece I was exploring the relationship between memory and identity. I was specifically interested in the way a person's identity is, at least in part, comprised of his or her experiences or memories, while at the same time the way in which a person stores and recalls those experiences is largely influenced by that person's beliefs and expectations about his or her self.

More or Less the Same, 2011; 30" x 40"; Oil, Encaustic and Collage on Panel

More or Less the Same, Detail

More or Less the Same, Detail

The finished piece is a self portrait collaged from photographs taken at different points in my life, from baby pictures up until this year. It was a really interesting process for me, looking through old pictures, deciding which ones to cover up as I layered them to build the figure. The title is taken from the "missing verse" of The Boxer, which came on while I was sketching for this painting during one of those awesome moments when Pandora is totally reading my mind.

I've been trying to remember to take process pictures while I'm working on a piece, because that's the kind of thing I really enjoy seeing on other artist's blogs, but I always forget about it while I'm working so the following is a pretty shotty record of my process:

Reference Photos
Sketch
Not Pictured: building the panel, (which honestly I'm no good at yet so it's probably better I didn't document that mess) gathering photos, and stealthily making photocopies of the originals I couldn't use at my office's copy machine.

Underpainting: Acrylic

More Underpainting: Also Acrylic

Collaging: Photos, Matte Medium, Oil and Encaustic Medium



Almost Finished: Same Shit as Above

...so that's it! Thanks for, you know, reading and/or looking at this. See you guys later, bro.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

and now for something completely different

My semester is wrapping up and I'm in the middle of a bunch of different paintings right now, so more art coming soon. In the meantime...

I recently wrote a review of The Date Farmers' show at Ace for Joanna Roche's contemporary art history class (bitchin' class btw) and I thought I would share it here. The show is up until July, so definitely go check it out. Also a great taco place downstairs, get the baby back rib tacos.

I haven't done a whole lot of art writing, but I enjoy it and I think I will try to do more of it for the sake of versatility.  Special thanks to Kelsey, for unwittingly serving as the comic relief in my review. Enjoy.



New Mediated Gestures: A Review of The Date Farmers


Crappy Cell Phone Picture. Better pictures on Ace's site, linked above.
            

            Ace Gallery in Los Angeles is so unassuming from the street that a person could easily drive past without spotting it, even if that person was looking for it and especially if that person was me. I drove past it twice, no thanks to my dear friend and completely useless passenger, Kelsey Haugen. We still weren’t convinced we were in the right place until we were greeted at the door by a charming elderly man, who simply said “Ace Gallery, second floor,” and took us upstairs in an old-fashioned elevator. It was late afternoon on a Tuesday and Kelsey and I were the only ones there. Our voices echoed so loudly that we felt inclined to speak in self-conscious half whispers. 

On view was the work of Armando Lerma and Carlos Ramirez, a California duo known as The Date Farmers. The Date Farmers are assemblage artists who incorporate bold, crosshatched drawings, painting, and graffiti-inspired marks with items including: toys, stickers, advertisements, newspapers, comics, poker chips, weapons, cigarettes, lighters, and weathered metal signs. This integration of personal, expressive mark-making with familiar found objects is reminiscent of the mediated gestures found in Robert Rauschenberg’s combines—if Rauschenberg had been Mexican-American. 

The initial impression when entering the exhibit was a bit underwhelming. I didn’t find the drawing style very appealing at first and the collaged elements seemed to be chosen haphazardly. Kelsey eloquently expressed what I was feeling by saying it looked like “they just threw a bunch of random shit together.” But as we moved through the massive space of the gallery, whose rooms seemed to keep unfolding as if they came into existence only as we approached them, the accumulated work began to construct an exciting narrative and a clear voice emerged.  

Through motifs of familiar pop icons, images of Catholicism and desert animals, as well as allusions to crime, gangs, poverty and graffiti, The Date Farmers express a specific facet of the Mexican-American perspective; one which saturates my everyday life as a resident of Southern California, but is surprisingly unique to me in the context of an art gallery. Other motifs including images of circles, a mix of Spanish and English expletives, empty speech bubbles, Native Americans, and figures with empty or blacked-out eyes suggest to me a disillusionment with American ideals.

The installation of the exhibit is fairly conventional, with a few exceptions. The walls are white with the bottom portion painted a dark brown and most of the pieces are hung side by side.  In the East rooms, however, many pieces of varying sizes are hung in clusters, a strategy which I find very attractive and dynamic. There are several instances of objects placed either on top of a hanging wall piece or inside the shadow box which frames many of the pieces. In my opinion this is successful in some places and very unsuccessful in others.  In Black Water, the spray cans on top work really well as a part of the piece, but the placement of Fisherprice TV on top of Guarenteed Laughs just looks as if they ran out of pedestals. The addition of a few installation pieces, including a series of shoes hung on a wire near the ceiling, a corrugated metal movie theater, and a full sized bar complete with tables and chairs keep the presentation of the exhibit from being completely traditional.

Southern Comfort (Hello Kitty), 2010 is a 49 ½” by 49 ¾” acrylic and mixed media panel covered in hundreds of different found images of Hello Kitty. There are stickers, stamps, bits of stationary and even a few nail files, all arranged in a grid-like formation around a large cross-hatched drawing of an young African-American girl. The girl has a deformed upper lip with a split running from her nostril downwards to reveal part of her gum line. Her hair is styled in little poof balls all around her head and her eyes contain no pupils or irises. All of the Hello Kitty images are arranged so as not to overlap with the figure, with the exception of one, which is placed in the center of her forehead. The pink surface of the panel is coated in a grimy brown layer which makes it appear dirty. I was drawn to this piece because it reminded me of a Mexican girl I used to babysit. Her mom was very beautiful and always looked like she spent hours getting ready, but the girl’s  face was always dirty and her clothes were old and the few toys she had were dirty or broken.  There’s something tragic and terrifying about this empty-eyed cleft-lipped girl surrounded by these Hello Kitty products that are so coveted by young girls, yet here they are covered in dirt. This piece seems to me an example of what Armando Lerma referred to in a February 8, 2011 interview with Art Info as The Date Farmers’ use of pop culture icons to “point out injustice, broken promises, and lies.”

Throughout most of the exhibit, the work seems to be grouped together arbitrarily, but one room contains work that deals only with the subject of prison. In this room is a series entitled Children of God, 2010 which consists of three crosshatched graphite portraits, each on a 37 ½” square white panel. The center panel depicts Jesus Christ in a crown of thorns above a strip of red and white reflective tape. His expression is strange and tortured; a few tears run down his face and neck and one of his eyes has no pupil. There are green quotation marks near the right side of his head and small star stickers to the left.  The portrait to the left of Jesus shows a straight-on view of a young man with a solemn yet intimidating expression. A straight row of shank-like objects—pencils, knives, sharpened toothbrushes—is collaged along the bottom of the panel. The right portrait shows a man in profile with a teardrop tattoo near his eye. Below him is a row of lighters arranged by color like a rainbow. Above each lighter is a burn mark in the panel and on the left is a burnt playing card with a colorful grid pattern. The centered placement, angle, and expression of the two men is evocative of mug shots and the shanks and lighters could have been confiscated from inmates. The impact of the three panels together is powerful and unsettling. The correlation of these mug shot images with the image of Christ, along with the title of the series suggests to me that these are people who have been forsaken, either by society or by God.

                The Date Farmers work is not something I am incredibly drawn to aesthetically, but seeing this exhibit was very moving, even transformative for me. After leaving the gallery, I found myself examining a cluster of drilled holes in the wall of the FedEx bathroom with unusual intensity, as if I could imagine those holes appropriated in a piece of artwork. I also felt forced to confront my complex views about this side of Mexican-American culture. I became aware of feelings of fear, distrust, disgust, judgment, and even racism. I think this subset of the Mexican-American perspective is one that I have semiconsciously ignored in my daily life because of those feelings and seeing it represented in The Date Farmers’ work caused me to reexamine my assumptions. The show sparked a lot of interesting conversation between me and Kelsey, who expressed that she was moved by it as well. She said, “I learned something, like, about myself…oooh we should get Mexican food!” And so we did.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

the milk

This painting is part of my memory series. I don't really want to say much about it up front, so enjoy. ENJOY! I COMMAND YOU TO ENJOY!!!

The Milk, 2011, 30" x 40" Oil on Canvas