Showing posts with label Digital Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Digital Art. Show all posts

Monday, 14 December 2020

Vispo: Change / Film: Midnight In Paris (Woody Allen)



I could say you must change your way of looking at things to appreciate Vispo, but wouldn't want to assume that you don't already know how to 'look' at it. Besides, it's not so much how you look, but how you think, eh? I call this 'Vispo' because..,just because? Because it's more Vis than Concrete, maybe.  It derives from an original piece created on the Olympia typewriter, then altered through scanning. 

Going through a Woody Allen phase these days, having virtually ignored him since those classics around the time of Annie Hall....up to Zelig...oh, and Hannah And Her Sisters. I don't know why but he got...forgotten, which is criminal considering how great Bullets Over Broadway is...and Mighty Aphrodite is good too. Last night we watched Midnight In Paris - what a treat. As always, a great cast and story, about which I'll say very little in case you want to watch it. Toulouse-Lautrec makes an appearance, as does Salvador Dali, played with relish by Adrien Brody. Ernest Hemmingway features too. As romantic (of course) and funny as it is, Allen also explores what it means to be dissatisfied with contemporary life and yearn to have lived in a specific era. 


Monday, 13 July 2020

Collage: Gone Viral


Gone Viral, RTomens, 2020

Something I'll never do. Go viral, that is. Thank god. It seems like a curse. 

Wednesday, 8 January 2020

Art: The Music of Chance / Booklet: Mark Staniforth, 8 Sonnets for Birds / Music: Fieldwave Vol. 1 - V.A.


The Music of Chance, RTomens, 2019

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Mark Staniforth, 8 Sonnets for Birds (VVV2)

Timglaset have published Mark Staniforth's 8 Sonnets for Birds, which looks like a charming booklet so I ordered it. It's hoped it will help LJ communicate with her feathered friends in the garden. She reckons herself a regular Dr Doolittle, swearing that a neighbour's cat 'talks' to her. I'm not sure that the birds would be so happy that she's friendly with a cat.  You can buy it here.

Mark Staniforth, 8 Sonnets for Birds (VVV2)


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By chance/coincidence, not long after buying the Timglaset booklet I was playing Fieldwave Vol. 1 when birdsong emerged from the speakers in the form of Nick Luscombe's Tokyo Spring Birdsong and, as you know, there are few more pleasing sounds than birdsong. Luscombe curated this compilation of treated field recordings by artists from around the world. Naturally, it's impossible to judge the album as 'music' or really compare it to anything else other than other works in the genre, with which I am largely unfamiliar. It is, however, a very pleasing listening experience. For Now with Darren Hayman's Yellow Flowers! has emerged as a favourite, containing as it does what sounds like a happy rural experience closing with ominous thunder. Kate Carr's Highway Bridge Drain Pipes, Saskatoon, Canada is a contrast to rural bliss; being 'industrial' yet 'ambient', it suggests something very (David) Lynchian. There is work with more emphasis on electronics, some thumping minimalist Techno and a 26min recording from the streets of the Hong Kong protests so, all-in-all a varied, intriguing release. It's available here from Jan 17. 

   

Monday, 16 September 2019

Print/Collage: Attrition / Holiday / Once Upon A Time In Hollywood

Attrition, RTomens, 2019

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Met a staunch Remainer (add to dictionary) whilst on holiday in Devon last week. Having put forth his economic argument for the UK staying in the E.U. he proceeded to promise that should him and his two brothers be locked in a room with Tory Brexiteers (add to dictionary) he knew who would be left standing (grin). And we thought only Brexiteers were supposed to be 'thugs', 'idiots' etc...

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Entertainment is cheap in Paignton. We bought two whiskies and a mixer for £5. Yes, you read that right. And enjoyed them whilst whilst Northern Soul devotees dance the night away in the local pub.

Equally cheap was the cinema at £4.99 a ticket, all day, any day. At that price, we couldn't resist seeing Tarantino's Once Upon A Time In Hollywood.  I blow hot and cold over Tarantino. Not so hot in recent years but since this garnered unanimous rave reviews. It is enjoyable, but at times felt like a Tarantino parody (too much soundtrack to driving around). Good joke regarding the director's insistence that Rick Dalton wears clothes that a 'more hippy' in his latest Western. I wish he hadn't thrown the metaphorical editing scissors out the window though; some of the fictional film sections were way too long. It's strongest point was the multi-layering of fictitious film over the underlying factual horror of the duo's date with actual history.

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Horses don't care about anything....except carrots.

                                       

Monday, 19 August 2019

Altered Collage/Drawing: (Against) Encroachment


RTomens, 2019

Monday...hmmm...

What the hell, let's dance!

It's been a long time since I rock'n'rolled. And I've never done The Twist (I'm not that old). So here's a couple doing The Twist in 1961. The Libertarian Twist, no less.


Thursday, 16 May 2019

Harmonique 1, 2, 3 - John Coltrane portraits




When I say that yesterday I had 'Coltrane running around in my brain' I'm not telling the truth, strictly, but cannot resist paraphrasing a line from Dillinger's classic tune, Cocaine In My Brain. John Coltrane's sound was running around in my head as much as it could via my ears, but it wasn't exactly on my mind which, I believe, is situated in the brain...but what's the difference? And what does it matter? I was listening to Coltrane, that's the point and he inspired me to make some art in his honour, a kind of portrait, if you will. It began with a simple enough image (slightly altered version above), then I decided to illustrate Coltrane's sonic journey in three stages.




Those of you who know Coltrane's work will recognise the stages, but in case you don't, he went from being a relatively 'straight' player in the 50s to increasingly exploratory in the early-60s and finally completely Out There before his death in '67.



My favourite Coltrane period spans ten years from the mid-50s. I love to hear him running around inside a tune, testing the borders, pushing back the bars to make more room for himself. Limits can be a good thing. I sometimes wonder how my art would change if I had no limitations regarding materials and space to work in, but I'm not sure it would be better if I had everything at my disposal. If, for instance, I could stand a massive canvas against a wall I'm sure I would fill it with one huge mess. A 'tune' that long would give me too much time to meander. Well anyway, here's to the greatness of John Coltrane...within limits.


Saturday, 19 January 2019

Art For Art's Sake, 5 Variation (print/acrylic) / Street Gallery vs The Internet





The internet as a projection screen....contemporary equivalent of Paolozzi showing slides of his 'Bunk' images at the ICA in 1952...

...compared to the SG (street gallery) - is one better than the other?



The supposed kudos of a SG show - based on the Fine Art tradition, which Internet Art supposedly challenges but can never overthrow because the old SG/FA deal is where the money is! Where the credibility stems from! Except that...unless you're already Known it's almost guaranteed to be no more than a lot of work (hanging), expenses (printing, paying the gallery) and no sales...but...you had a show! In a proper Gallery!



A succession of 'slides' then, on the internet, but not controlled by the projector; instead, the viewer chooses both their space (social platform) and the way they see the art, the speed at which they look...how does the swipe of a finger differ from the motion of legs in a SG? 

The SG experience is more tiring...here art is viewed in any position, at any time...lying down, standing at a bus stop, sitting comfortably, in the office (even!)...the SG offers art 'in the flesh', an incredible experience, yet how many people do you see actually examining a work of art? Really getting in close (don't cross the barrier and set off the alarm!)....to study a detail...very few.



Here art detail can be examined at the spread of two fingers...that is, should it first appear interesting. Theoretically, you paid your money for a SG show and should therefore spend more time with each piece, yet shows can be so big, so much work to see, so many rooms! So you walk, looking out for something that catches your eye...

Swiping through art presents a slightly different but related challenge. It's easy to swipe, too easy...a piece must really grab you to warrant the stillness of the finger....

And yet here, on the internet, we see democracy in action. We artists are confronted with exactly the same conundrum as those showing in SGs, namely how much should public reaction influence future works? Assuming the artist has not trapped themselves in one style already, do they create more of what proves popular? Or follow their creative whim? This issue is more relevant to the internet artist than the SG one, the latter only being able to gauge the popularity of a piece if it should sell, whilst the former can see how many 'likes' it gets.



Art on the internet is transient...as they used to say of news in print; it's wrapped in tomorrow's fish'n'chips, or in the case of art on a social platform, forgotten by tomorrow, usually. Perhaps a site like this is a stab at permanence. 

Thanks for calling in.


Wednesday, 5 December 2018

The Tears Of A Clown/Artist?


Don't Let My Show Convince You, RTomens, 2018
 ...when there's no-one around...the showman/artist weeps over all those dreams now dissolved in the acid bath of time yet still entertains anyone willing to watch!


Don't Let My Show Convince You, RTomens, 2018

Don't Let My Show Convince You, RTomens, 2018

Sunday, 25 November 2018

Concrete Poetry/Collage: Judgment / The critic inside


RTomens, 2018

Hello, you. Thanks for dropping by...I know how busy you are surfing...consuming all that essential information that will enhance your life somehow. 

Three pieces derived from two fotos I took a couple of years ago, the precise nature of which must forever remain a secret until the day I'm interviewed by a top flight arts magazine, the audience of which matter far more than you, obviously, because they're readers of a top flight arts magazine, not just anybody surfing the Net. And the enquiring journalist is OBVIOUSLY more important than you because she/he writes for a top flight arts magazine.

'Judgment' (American spelling because that's how it was published although there's some debate as to whether an 'e' should always be added this side of the pond). Generally, I do trust my own 'judgment' regarding the art I make, occasionally consulting LJ. I know others for whom it seems difficult or, to put it another way, they seem wracked with doubts about their work. I rarely have a crisis of confidence, which is not to say I sail through all activity supremely sure of it's worth, just that in the battle between the Doubter inside and The Sure One, the latter usually wins. I make sure he wins because to not do so would lead to a total collapse of productivity...


RTomens, 2018
...in this case I'm not sure about the success of the dark version above but it will do no harm to show it. I'm quite the fan of multiples and digital production encourages them. But it doesn't do to keep going for the sake of it. Often, the earlier, or earliest versions are/is the best. Judge for yourself. TTFN!

RTomens, 2018

Tuesday, 20 November 2018

Art History and Its Exclusions /Fluxus Exclusion



RTomens, 2018

Edward Lucie-Smith's Movements in Art since 1945 omits Fluxus, perhaps because it was first published in 1969, when some critics still regarded acts in its name as nonsense, not to be taken seriously and more to the point, a non-movement, or anti-movement which, in a way, it was. 


The book was revised in 1975. Still no Fluxus. Too early to reappraise Fluxus? As you know, it's a slippery beast, no sooner grasped than gone. Fluxus was/is more of an attitude? Perhaps.

I won't be name-checked in any art books. Me and millions of others who have/will make pictures/films/actions etc under the label 'art'. No matter. It is the fate of real Folk Art to remain obscure unlike, say, Folk Music which has been recorded in bars and preserved, to be aired now and again on Resonance FM. 

Even Art Brut has its devotees and, the last time I looked, a magazine. It has some historical significance, as you know. Jarvis Cocker made a film about it. Jarvis won't be visiting my home in a hurry. Why should he? How could he begin to cover the amount of Folk Art being made today? Nobody can. Or wants to, for that matter. We are an army of unknowns. We are not excluded by anyone, save for gallery-owners who demand ridiculous fees; should you ever wish to be shown. Money trumps talent? Not necessarily. I'm sure those wealthy enough (or with access to the bank of Daddy or Mummy) to buy gallery space may also have talent. 

They got the shows, but we've got the numbers! To paraphrase Jim Morrison. But wait, we're not at war. I'm not, anyway. Life's too short to fight battles you can't win. 

Here's the rest of the series: Art History and Its Exclusions. The original is at the top. As you can see, I've been experimenting with paint. 

RTomens, 2018

RTomens, 2018

RTomens, 2018

RTomens, 2018

Sunday, 3 June 2018

Print: Dedicated To x 4



Warm, sunny Sunday morning with Horace Silver on the hi-fi and action on the printer. Here's a quick piece I made today. The original (above) was then recoloured. I don't have a favourite version but perhaps you do. Dedicated To is comprised of a found magazine image combined with an altered photo I took on the street last week. But who is it 'dedicated to? You, of course? For what is any art but a dedication to the viewer? And, I must say, a dedication to the maker...who must be dedicated...and give her/himself....something...




R.Tomens, 2018

Tuesday, 22 May 2018

No Smoke x 3



Original print above. The term 'no smoke' is prison slang for following staff’s orders without resisting or causing any problems. I was once mistaken for an ex-convict by two coppers. I have a criminal doppelganger. 



R.Tomens, 2018

Monday, 21 May 2018

System x 3



Hello - firstly, apologies for starving you of new art for a week but I've been on holiday. I know how much it means to you but I need a break now and again. I do hope your life was not too miserable without my supply of visual entertainment. 

Talking of which, as part of the ongoing stream of pictures presented on this internet thing, I've decided that I'm part of the new 'pictures generation'. Like everyone else who's gallery is online. Except we're different in many respects, one being that we don't necessarily take pictures, copy photographs or whatever else those 80s artists did (what defines them exactly, I have never quite understood).

One day I may decide to no longer be a part of the New Pictures Generation in a move that takes me underground, out of sight, awaiting the chance to be in an old-fashioned gallerie. Meanwhile, here's a print (top) called System, with two more versions. TTFN



R.Tomens, 2018

Thursday, 10 May 2018

Paper Collage + variations: Invest In A Blonde



From the pin-up series, which I've now ended, mainly because I started suggesting to LJ that she get a black wig and wear kinky (circa 1950) underwear in an effort to remake/remodel her after Betty Page just as John 'Scottie' Ferguson in Hitchcock's Vertigo remodelled Madeleine...that or I just decided to stop...you work out which is true.



R. Tomens, 2018

Wednesday, 28 March 2018

Photo/digital art/collage: Past And Later Life / The Singular Artistic Vision












copyright RTomens 2018


As discussed with a friend, the singular vision of the artist, perhaps a vision from a deeper place than is commonly explored? By which I mean...what, exactly? But exactness is not always possible in discussing such matters unless one has the ability to draw upon not only a rich reservoir linguistically but the capability of expressing what one knows. And 'knowing' isn't always possible, perhaps not even desirable. How smart was Warhol to be so reticent, to dismiss enquiries the way he did, acting dumb, the smartest brain on the block when it came to knowing why and what he was doing.

To an extent we might declare all (most) art to be singular, with the exception of the blatantly derivative/formulaic/populist. Yes, if we think about that for a while, so much that we see is totally derivative and formulaic but (surprise!) it can be incredibly popular. Art as a common vision, in which there seems to be great appeal, perhaps because it represents the common, therefore a shared aesthetic value. 

Of course it is not always possible to predict what will be popular but the odds are calculable to some degree of certainty. Unless the artist is already successful (gallery/buyer support) in her/his vision, the irony, for unknowns such as myself, is that we may be caught in desiring positive responses by edging towards what we know will garner them. We who have nothing to lose! If art were nothing but a popularity contest it would all be reduced to the lowest possible level. 

My book, Too Much To Bear, is still available from Timglaset


Thursday, 22 March 2018

Digital Art/Collage: The Tribe / Art Gangs





Tribal Rites of the New Saturday Night (read it here) was Nik Cohn's now famous article which supposedly inspired the film, Saturday Night Fever. By the time it was written (1976) I felt less inclined to be a member of any tribe. I don't know that youth culture tribes exist anymore, not being in touch with what's happening on the street. The once clearly discernible tribal dress codes paraded around in the streets seems absent, but then, would I recognise them if I saw them?

Art gangs have their appeal. Alan W. Moore wrote a book about them. Calling various collectives 'gangs' romanticises them, of course, conjuring images, as it does, of street-wise toughs touting brushes instead of flick-knives. A few did manage to merge the two idea with street actions and plenty of attitude, most famously the Black Mask/Up Against The Wall Motherfucker 'gang'.

The idea of an art 'tribe' still has an appeal, if only a romanticised, mythical one, as opposed to an actual possibility. Today we have collectives. From my experience, they are far from the bold new visionary model, but instead, just a group of disparate art-makers united only by the financial clout that collective resources brings.

It should be no surprise to anyone that the art gang today, despite, one would think, having enough causes to fight (gallery monopoly, the market, contemporary ennui etc) does not exist in the classic, romantic form. Politically splintered as most people are the focused vision in that sense is unachievable even if it were desirable, which it isn't as far as I'm concerned. I want no part in an art view shackled to old Left/Right dogma.

The only tribe I would join would be one united by an aesthetic criterion. The only problem being recognising and defining it, even in loose terms. Perhaps the unifying factor would be common ideas about what's bad art, or plain wrong, rather than specific styles.

I called these pieces The Tribe whilst thinking about politics this week. If the very nature of a tribe creates a pack mentality which can turn against others when provoked to demand that their enemy succumbs to their view, tribes in politics seem to be everywhere. Art, in theory, is free from such behaviour, although history proves that art 'gangs' were quite capable of savaging others, even themselves, with the help of aligned critics. In these relatively peaceful times in the art world, I wouldn't mind seeing some of the old fight. A passionate debate in a bar between the Classical Skills-based Mob and the Anarcho-Digital gang verging on a punch-up would be something. 

Meanwhile, we'll continue making images. It's better than trying to make others think the way we do by new would-be authoritarian means. 


)Pop art, Dada, neo-Dada, surrealism, digital art, collage, digital collage, art print, London art, Situationist, Paolozzi, richard Hamilton) 


Thursday, 15 March 2018

Artist's questionnaire


Do you enjoy making art?

It can be stressful a) sometimes b) most of the time c) never.

Do you consider yourself to be a) a Fine Artist b) a Course Artist c) neither
Is art-making therapeutic?

If someone asks what you do do you admit to being an artist or just tell them what your paying job is?
Have you ever posted a piece of art on social media and felt disappointed at the response?

Are you engaged in social media activity or do you remain aloof in your studio because you're better than that?



Have social media platforms replaced the gallery or are they merely a poor substitute and a sign that you concede defeat when it comes to having your work approved by professionals so settle for a few 'likes' and Followers?

Do you have a web site? If so, do you regularly update the content or did you only create one because you thought it was what you were supposed to do and it now sits like a dead thing because you can't be bothered to update the content and although it looks very professional it is only a slick corpse?

Is making art actually a complete waste of your time because you will never earn regular money from it and you could be doing something useful like weeding the garden or painting over that grubby wall in the kitchen instead of masquerading as an artist when in fact very few people appreciate what you do you pathetic person?

Is a questionnaire about art a complete waste of time because questioning art activity is pointless, as is theory and intellectual masturbation regarding content, style, technique etc?



When is the last time you looked at something by Sigmar Polke?

Finally, when seeing art that is completely different from yours are you capable of appreciating it or do you dismiss it out of hand because it does not tally with your aesthetic vision which to you is more than just a style but a meaningful expression in opposition to types of art which disgust you in their trite content, overly-elaborate style and symbolic significance of what is wrong with the way many people think art should be?