Sequin Scream: December 2009

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Creative Crush

In an effort to keep up with artists and organize them I have decided to start blogging about the artists I currently have a "crush" or talk about the ones that give me conceptual "hard-ons".

So It all begins with...

Jerome Caja (pronounced 'Chaya', which rhymes with Maya). Portrait taken 1993 by Catherine Opie.

I was first introduced to Caja through my anatomy professor Brett Reichman (a short lived hard-on). My initial attraction to Caja was physical. His body was frail and tragic- qualities which I am drawn to because they are usually tied to strong willed people. Such a body is also reminiscent of the women I tend to worship: Marlene Dietrich, Bette Davis, Maria Felix etc. A strong will and personality betrayed by normal bodily weaknesses.

Caja's work disobeys all the conventions of painting and portraiture . The work is usually painted on found objects, which are all tied together through an "old lady" aesthetic which allows the work to be satirical and deviant. More interesting as the fact that everything is painted using nail polish. This gives the work a shimmering plastic look. Almost like a new Barbie.

Here is a shot of my favorite piece. Its a theme I'm trying to work with. The piece is, "The Birth of Venus in Cleveland, 1988.

I also found out that Jerome went to SFAI, which really warmed my heart (considering how the school can be). Its become evident that many of the expressive men I admire are gone.

Caja died in 1995 of complications from AIDS

Friday, December 25, 2009

I have been reflecting on...

The eyes of Tammy Faye.

Essential to the creation of Faye the eyes are solidified in a moment. Somewhere between the terror of death and the embrace of her messiah, they glimmer with the unknown excitement normally seen in a child.

False and beyond that of even human, I (for some reason) believe everything see has to say. Perhaps it is in the obvious fact that she is not real. I know that she has nothing else to lie about.

Spring/Fall 2009

This is an ongoing piece.

about 3 feet by 5 feet. It is graphite, ink, and acrylic on Paper. I hope to be done with it by spring 2010.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Fall 2009

Untitled 3 (same series)

Two color monotype.

Inked stocking printed on paper.

Fall 2009

Untitled 2 (Same Series)

22x30'' two color mono type.

inked stocking printed on paper.

Fall 2009

Untitled, 22x30" two color Monotype.

Inked stocking pressed on paper.

Fall 2009

Screen Print Portrait Series.

#1, 19x15'' two color screen print.

Fall 2009

Jock strap series.

Lick em Good

22x30'' Monotype

inked jock strap printed on Paper

Fall 2009

Jock Strap Series.

Breathe Deep

22x30 Monotype

Inked jock-strap printed on Paper.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Give Good Face

"The Face of Garbo", Roland Barthes (Mythologies)

Garbo still belongs to that moment in cinema when capturing the
human face still plunged audiences into the deepest ecstasy, when
one literally lost oneself in a human image as one would in a
philtre, when the face represented a kind of absolute state of the
flesh, which could be neither reached nor renounced. A few years
earlier the face of Valentino was causing suicides; that of Garbo
still partakes of the same rule of Courtly Love, where the flesh
gives rise to mystical feelings of perdition.

It is indeed an admirable face-object. In Queen Christina, a film
which has again been shown in Paris in the last few years, the
make-up has the snowy thickness of a mask: it is not a painted
face, but one set in plaster, protected by the surface of the colour,
not by its lineaments. Amid all this snow at once fragile and
compact, the eyes alone, black like strange soft flesh, but not in the
least expressive, are two faintly tremulous wounds. In spite of its
extreme beauty, this face, not drawn but sculpted in something
smooth and friable, that is, at once perfect and ephemeral, comes to
resemble the flour-white complexion of Charlie Chaplin, the dark
vegetation of his eyes, his totem-like countenance.

Now the temptation of the absolute mask (the mask of antiquity,
for instance) perhaps implies less the theme of the secret (as is the
case with Italian half mask) than that of an archetype of the human
face. Garbo offered to one's gaze a sort of Platonic Idea of the
human creature, which explains why her face is almost sexually
undefined, without however leaving one in doubt. It is true that this
film (in which Queen Christina is by turns a woman and a young
cavalier) lends itself to this lack of differentiation; but Garbo does
not perform in it any feat of transvestism; she is always herself,
and carries without pretence, under her crown or her wide-
brimmed hats, the same snowy solitary face. The name given to
her, the Divine, probably aimed to convey less a superlative state
of beauty than the essence of her corporeal person, descended from
a heaven where all things are formed and perfected in the clearest
light. She herself knew this: how many actresses have consented to
let the crowd see the ominous maturing of their beauty. Not she,
however; the essence was not to be degraded, her face was not to
have any reality except that of its perfection, which was
intellectual even more than formal. The Essence became gradually
obscured, progressively veiled with dark glasses, broad hats and
exiles: but it never deteriorated.

And yet, in this deified face, something sharper than a mask is
looming: a kind of voluntary and therefore human relation between
the curve of the nostrils and the arch of the eyebrows; a rare,
individual function relating two regions of the face. A mask is but
a sum of lines; a face, on the contrary, is above all their thematic
harmony. Garbo's face represents this fragile moment when the
cinema is about to draw an existential from an essential beauty,
when the archetype leans towards the fascination of mortal faces,
when the clarity of the flesh as essence yields its place to a
lyricism of Woman.

Viewed as a transition the face of Garbo reconciles two
iconographic ages, it assures the passage from awe to charm. As is
well known, we are today at the other pole of this evolution: the
face of Audrey Hepburn, for instance, is individualized, not only
because of its peculiar thematics (woman as child, woman as
kitten) but also because of her person, of an almost unique
specification of the face, which has nothing of the essence left in it,
but is constituted by an infinite complexity of morphological
functions. As a language, Garbo's singularity was of the order of
the concept, that of Audrey Hepburn is of the order of the
substance. The face of Garbo is an Idea, that of Hepburn, an Event