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The Talented Mr. Polke (RIP)

Posted in Art & Culture with tags , , , , , , , , on June 12, 2010 by alphabetfiend

After a long battle with cancer, the modernist Sigmar Polke gave up the ghost.

Polke was an unusual talent who surprised us with his unique use of imagery and materials; as well as an uncanny combination of the known and unknown, the familiar and the strange.

The sardonic Sigmar Polke founded the Capitalistic Realist movement of the ’60’s — in response to communist propaganda/advertising.

The art community grieves the loss of Sigmar Polke and his uncommon subversive vision. Luckily his influence is profound and can even be seen in the work of street artists, which is right up Polke’s alley and o-so perfect when you think of it. Polke’s style will be reimagined in gutters and alleyways as a whole new generation of artists explore a sort of Sig-Polkian take on consumerism and political propaganda.

Still, he’ll be missed.

 The German artist was 69.

Autumn Leaves like a Hardigree Painting

Posted in Art & Culture, I Heart My Love-Tribe, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on December 11, 2008 by alphabetfiend

But do people living in Toledo
Know that their name hasn’t travelled very well?
And does anybody in Ohio
Dream of that Spanish citadel?
–Elvis Costello

I never expected to miss Toledo. After all this is Ohio we’re talking about, not Spain. And in the winter, hell no I don’t (well maybe a little romp in the snow but not snow for four straight months until it’s black & crispy at the side of the road.) But come fall, I yearn for the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. Feet clad in boots the color of Turkish tobacco. For red, orange & yellow leaves be-dotting all the trees — and sweaters to match. Which is why I love this painting by Carolina Hardigree. For a southern girl, she sure managed to capture this Yank’s Autumnal nostalgia.

sycamore

In Austin fall happens in a flash. Blink and you’ll miss it. The leaves change overnight and drop just as fast. So imagine my delight when, about a week and 1/2 ago, I awoke to Hardigree’s painting in real life unfolding. My bathroom window looking onto my back yard might as well have been a canvas full of Hardigree’s dreamy evocative brush strokes. Oh it was lovely!

I have loved this Hardigree painting since I first saw it propped up in her bedroom half-done. Normally her paintings have to do with the spiritual link between human & animal but in “Sycamore” the tree is the star. The tree is the girl and the girl is the tree.

That sweater! I want its creamy goodness nestled in my nostrils.

And I could use it. Brr. It’s cold out. It snowed last night.Ah, the wonder of weather. Austin: Home of the weirdest weather ever.

I love you Carolina Hardigree!

I love you Austin!

I love you leaves. I love you snowflakes.

I miss you Toledo. It’s true. Sometimes I do.

Carolina Hardigree — “Detail of A Spirit Animal”

Posted in Art & Culture, Art Lover, I Heart Friends, I Heart My Love-Tribe, Mythos, SPOOKY KABUKI with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 24, 2008 by alphabetfiend

 

Welcome to SPOOKY KABUKI, sweet Carolina, I see you are dressed perfectly. In your suede 40’s heels, with electric-eel brooch and Japanese fan. Come in, come in.

If you haven’t heard of Carolina Hardigree yet, well, hold out your pillowcase cum candy sac ’cause I’m about to toss you a moon-touched treat.

Hardigree’s exploration of psyche and spirit often collides with animal totems, which only makes sense since Hardigree herself is a mythical creature. She’s a white owl who has sly secret fox ears and red fur that she hides beneath a regal ruffling of white feathers. And then there’s her girl self, with sweet solid legs and a fretful brow. Her human intelligence and her animal simpatico are present in all her paintings. She’s a phenomenal talent and an old soul.

  

The above piece — titled “Detail From a Spirit Animal” — is sure to ring a deep chord, down beneath the rungs of your ribs, for those who have received a detail or a message or an odd whisper of knowing from an unlikely source. That flicker from the corner of your eye which settles everything in a second. That jarring jolt which sends the tea things a clatter. The smoky shape afloat in the open doorway. I swear I have been in this moment, in this place, a million times and yet I’m seeing it now for brand new. I love her black turtleneck and how the spot beneath her clasped hands is alight with a ghosty white. I totally get that. How can one artist paint both clothing and elusive spirit so well? It is no wonder that I love Hardigree. She shows me what I wish to see.

Keep your third eye on Carolina Hardigree — she’s going strange places. If you are watchful, she just may take you with her.

 

Camille Rose Garcia! The Demon-Saint of Candy.

Posted in Art & Culture, Mythos with tags , , , , , , on October 24, 2008 by alphabetfiend

To kick off Alphabetfiend’s SPOOKY KABUKI — a week+ of all things freaky deeky — let’s take a long lustful look at Camille Rose Garcia’s creepy candy world.

Uh oh! Those tykes ate too much sugar! Don’t you make the same mistake. Remember — to avoid cavities & sugar rush, replace your treats with TRICKS!

Camille Rose Garcia is an awesome talent. As addictive as the poisons and confections that she paints.

This Halloween, when the bank teller’s blinkety-blink pumpkin- head pin gives you a migraine, when the lady at the bakery makes you wretch your bat-shaped cookie with her haunted sweater, just close your eyes and summon some spooky that you can stomach. Begin to breath and realign as oily black drips ooze at the edges of your mind. Forget the friendly Casper earrings or the smiling skeletons embroidered on an orange baseball cap. Envision a couple of kids in a cauldron. Feel better? mmm-hmmm.

        

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