Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Getting Tattooed...

I had the luck to get tattooed today.  By a friend - great image: a polynesian/samoan man with face tattoos, but "civilized" with bowler hat, feather, fancy stache, and rose.  Traditional style.  I like the idea: modern savage, one primal but caught - happily or not - in the trappings of civilization.  Today was just outline and shading, but I am stoked to get it all finished.  Am trying a new healing method: wrapping it with A&D the first two nights.  I am assuming this helps healing via bedtime vitamin infusion.  So, we'll see how goes...

The west, the desert, and Native American images continue to enthrall me.  I must make it a point to read up on my history of such things, in addition to enjoying the wonderful visual vocabulary associated with this time & place.  And, on a similar note, I will be planning out a larger rib-tattoo for myself - a bucking horse with or without rider.  We are thinking of perhaps a chief or warrior with hatchet, but who knows what the final image will indeed embody.

Regardless, this image below (culled from another's blog) is both inspiring and captivating:


Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Robert Ryan






























http://www.chunksaah.com/sanitaryelectric/tattoo.html


The magical world of Robert Ryan... there are not enough words, so I'll leave it at that - his work will speak for itself.  This man is a tattooer as well, but his images - as tattoos or not - function on there own as an art infinite and idiosyncratic, deserving of adoration and all the joys of religious ritual and psychedelic expanse.  

He is out in Bradley Beach, N.J., a good ol' shore-town which is a skip or two from famed Asbury Park.  Another one on my list of those to get tattooed bye... or perhaps purchase a painting or five.  If I could open up a mutual fund solely in order to create a Robert Ryan collection of my own, oh fer' surely I would.



Saturday, January 9, 2010

and more panel painting from the Getty...











































--------------------- THE GETTY, LA. HANGIN' WITH THE OL' TIMERS ---------------------------------


While visiting my good friend in Los Angeles this past September, I spent an entire morning & afternoon happily treading along the sunny unconfined confines of the Getty Museum.  I say 'un' because this museum's ability to have its interior and exterior (inside - where the art is and outside - where nature's art is) interact and flow is quite successful and enjoyable.  It reminds me of the museums of Southern Europe: hillside semi-tropical locales where sky and window merge and outdoor/natural light acts as a key player in the drama of the artworks.  This is as opposed to many, say Northeast U.S. museums (save parts of the MET and some other spaces), where the spaces are dark and cavernous and infused with artificial everything.  There are appeals to this kind of set-up, but there seem to be even more appeals to something like the Getty - especially on a wonderfully bright warm, but not too hot kinda L.A. day...

But, I digress: let's talk about panel painting.  This stuff was never a big fave amongst my college art history teachers.  It was always kinda blown past en route to the High Rennaisance with its Teenage Mutant Ninja turtle names, but, nowadays I find its sense of the decorative, its flatness, and its naivete infinitely endearing.  Ornament weaves through strange, abstracted spaces and framing devices create worlds within worlds within worlds.  I don't care about the (Biblical) themes, to be honest - but the formal devices investigated during this time period - their folky magic - hypnotize me.  Although, I do suppose the religious themes do instigate this "magic" - the angels, the bolts of lightning from above, the halo's and gold-leafed auras.  The frames and their folded out/citied structures make these pieces less paintings and moreover ritual devices.  This, i am immensely interested in... and some of the attention to decorative detail - check out that cloth pattern in the last pic of my first post!!  Total wowsertown...


Italian Early-Pre Renaissance panel painting at the Getty, LA, CA




Thursday, January 7, 2010

This blog is still a'-gettin' started... much more to come...

Bailey Hunter Robinson...





http://copperbeehive.wordpress.com/

I cannot get enough of this artist/tattooer.  And, to be honest, I am almost hesitant to share his work with the greater, well, whatever.  I want to keep him a secret, like a good thrift store or an antique shop in a small town that has not yet been picked over.  Not that I need to worry, though - people travel the world over to brooklyn to get a lil' ink from the good gentleman Bailey.  I found out his art via my friend Eric, another artist and tattooer whose work will also soon enough be posted about on this blog.

But, first, of Mr. Robinson - here is an Americana sensibility that precedes Sailor Jerry and most forms of traditional tattooing we are all familiar with.  Here is the lure and lore of folk-art, of tattoo flash based on an exquisite lack of drawing skill, of simplicity that strikes via a terseness and old-fashioned childishness.  Images become flat pattern, like Indian Mughal paintings and Tibetan art.  But, it is truly American - "Americana", akin to early Carnival and Circus art or folksy quilt patterns or advertising graphics from the 1800s.  Landscapes of cowgirls and Indian heads and lucky horses and gypsies and the old west.  A color scheme of subdued earth colors found only in the dirt of a bootlegging bordertown...

The work speaks for itself... and, I am already scheming my next piece.  As you should yours...

His other interests/collecting also dovetails perfectly into his tattooing/arting, making for a seamless world of olden times, rust, and saddle.

A new blog, a new decade

this blog is not only attempt to get back into art-making, but to highlight artwatching.  off all sorts.  i will be posting as much as possible on friends, family, and strangers who continually inspire.  this is philadelphia-based, but without geographical boundary.  i hope it amounts to something interesting amongst the sea of other wonderful blogs swimming and surfing and hanging tens...