Exercise in Spacial Relation #1
For one of my independent study courses this semester I’m doing a series that will combine human figure studies and topographical map making. Haven’t quite settled on what I’m going for so I’ve been working on little practice pieces. This first one’s not focused and pretty heavy handed. Looking forward to making it more fluid while maintaining the abstract textural / repetitive nature of the linework.
This is just a dry run of how the pieces might look. To get an idea of what I’m trying to explore thematically in the actual work I’ll leave ya with this quote by the French sociologist Alexis de Tocqueville:
“It is odd to watch with what feverish ardor Americans pursue prosperity. Ever tormented by the shadowy suspicion that they may not have chosen the shortest route to get it. They cleave to the things of this world as if assured that they will never die, and yet rush to snatch any that comes within their reach as if they expected to stop living before they had relished them. Death steps in, in the end, and stops them before they have grown tired of this futile pursuit of that complete felicity which always escapes them.”
Here’s something I made for Anna’s birthday. When trying to figure out a perfect gift, knowing a girl who likes topographic maps is a hell of a lot better than bumbling through a store looking through necklaces and perfume.
Ears up and eyes out for future projects between Anna & I!
Apologies for lack of updates, been fully embracing my winter break back home in Charleston. Here are some fishy Christmas cards I did for the family.
Gave myself a little typography project and screened a few shirts with part of Orson Welles’ monologue near the end of his film F For Fake.
“Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we’re going to die. “Be of good heart,” cry the dead artists out of the living past. “Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing.” Maybe a man’s name doesn’t matter all that much.”
Three color Ernest Shackleton print.
Pulled some prints of Sir Ernest Shackleton for my friend Laurel.
Here’s a peek at some of the process color prints I’m pulling for a limited run book. The images come from a corrupted file of James Bond’s “You Only Live Twice”.
The halftone printing of the distorted and pixelated scenes give the images a strange impressionistic / comic book vibe. Errr at least that’s what I’m shooting for.
