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I'm very behind. These days the bulk of my energy goes toward warding off the antagonism of meanie 10 year olds. Here are a couple GIFs I made back in November that are now lenticular prints.
SORRY it took me so long to finally post the pieces I had in the I Had A Dreamcast show at Matchless. It's sorta like when you crave a grilled cheese sandwich for months and then you're like 'fluck it, i'm gonna do this,' and you go out and buy like 2 loaves of bread and a bunch of different types of cheese and you eat grilled cheese sandwiches morning, noon and night for like two weeks and then you feel sick and don't want to see another grilled cheese sandwich for like a year. That's kinda how I felt about these pieces: they were delicious, filled my house with the smell of melting cheese and I enjoyed them, but after so long I didn't want to see them again for a while. I'm making up for it now with this big, fat, meaty post.
So, as you can see, it was pretty dark in there. It was in a bar, the show was full of drunk people and there were glasses being smashed all over the place-but I'll get to that later.
I mounted the lenticular prints on these oscillating fans, for passive enjoyment pleasure. I cut out the blades and filled the insides of the fans with moss and wax fruit. The fans are a nod to one of my heros David Hammons and dually inspired by Kenya Robinson, a great artist I feel very lucky to call friend. What I like about the fans is that they are alive (with electricity) so they are like a proxy for myself, animating a story. The flowers, moss and wax fruit nod to the fact that this is not alive but actually more of a still life.
A note about the subject
I don't know if you know Fleur, my model. She's a bodybuilder, among many other things (dragon slayer, artist, bartender). She's the sort of woman who leaves one job at 2am and says "So tired...I'm going to the gym." The word 'sleep' is in her vocabulary, but it doesn't extend any further into her life. Making a static portrait of this woman would be like describing the purpose of a car strictly in terms of its scent. She's a machine.
Below are videos I took of the installation. If you don't like the quality of the videos, buy some of my art pieces and I'll buy a better camera.
Here's another piece I had in the show. We'll call it Booby Trap, or the experiment in getting other people to break shit for me as a cathartic measure to assuage my own personal frustration. Maybe that's TMI. We'll call it Booby Trap.
Boob clown/abrasax/cosmic maternity lenticular print here was mounted onto this medicine cabinet that was left open just a peak so you can see all the lovely treasures inside. All of the treasures (some you might recognize as my artwork)hold some sort of medicinal value to me, mostly in the spiritual sense. If you're so curious, we can talk about it just between us. I will say that you can't meditate with hemorrhoids. Notice the lovely handmade Italian shot glasses on the bottom shelf, dipped in genuine 24k gold, they were filled with tiny seashell and sea urchin spines.
Looking at the medicine cabinet, you got just a peak of the inside, being nosy you open it up and OH SHIT! one of those fine shot glasses falls out, sending a spray of shattered Italian glass, 24k gold and seashells everywhere. Good job Dude, not only did you touch the art, but you broke it. Just kidding that was meant to happen.
The little glasses were fixed, so that each time it was opened one would fall out. Responses varied. Sometimes it would cause everyone nearby to quiet and take off in different directions away from the piece; sometimes the culprit would freeze in place and look around until reassured by the neighboring bartender that it was supposed to do that; and one kind soul came up to me and said 'ohmigosh I'm so sorry I just broke your art.'
So there ya go, not only am I very kind, but I'm also an asshole.
THANK YOU to everyone who came, and everyone who sent their condolences that they couldn't be there. Thank you for reading and checking out the pieces, please leave a comment below with questions or responses. ALSO, all of these pieces are for sale. They'll be in the shop I'm still working on, and you can message me for a price in the meanwhile.
You can email me at PetraSzillions(at)gmail.com
Please excuse the recent lack of commentary. This and the prior two posts are part of the ongoing process for a project I'm working on to display at a one night group show in Brooklyn (July 10th at Matchless bar in Greenpoint). I am hesitant to write about the project, because I don't want to jinx it. I'm working with a new medium and the results will be beyond my control to a certain degree, so I'm a bit nervous.
I will say that the project involves Fleur, video games and animation and perhaps sheep and/or fish.
Pray for me and enjoy this GIF. I recommend enjoying it with music playing in the background, it seems to jive with most tempos. Try this:
Questions? Comments? Confusion? All are welcomed and appreciated. Comment below or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org