<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14625643</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:51:37.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so today i thought about art...</title><subtitle type='html'>2 minutes daily of deep thoughts about art.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maggi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14625643.post-112231544970543807</id><published>2005-07-25T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:44:54.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Dion</title><content type='html'>On a recent trip to Mass MoCA in North Adams, Mass., I discovered how amazed I am by the artist Mark Dion. His piece there,"Library for the Birds of Massachusetts," (part of the Becoming Animal show) totally captivated me. It's basically a huge aviary filled with finches. Dion has filled the space with a giant tree, on which he provided various bird-related artifacts for the finches to interact with, including books, food and water, hunting paraphenalia and various rope-hung ledges. The viewers can actually enter the huge cage, allowing for closer examination and also possible birdshit-related accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a great picture but this one is ok. Imagine a giant free-standing mesh cage surrounding the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/mark-dion_library_forthe_birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/mark-dion_library_forthe_birds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very familiar with Dion's work before seeing Library, but now I'm obsessed. He makes these amazing assemblages using found artifacts and catalogues them in very scientific (well, maybe psuedo-scientific) ways. Basically, this guy is a one-man Mutter Museum. I have a major obsession with both process-based art and obsessive collecting and Dion utilizes both in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dion is grew up in New Bedford, MA, which plays a large role in his work. This is the press release from one recent project,called New England Dig:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over the course of five weeks in the spring of 2001, Mark Dion, along with photographer Bob Braine and nearly 90 volunteers, took to the shores, vacant lots, and farmland of New England. The result of these surveys is New England Digs, a multi-process exhibition that involved finding sites in Brockton, Providence, and New Bedford, collecting materials, cleaning them, and re-contextualizing the objects into a final exhibition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple pix:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/Mark-Dion_New%20Bedford%20Cabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/Mark-Dion_New%20Bedford%20Cabinet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;New Bedford Cabinet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/mark-dion_brocktoncabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/mark-dion_brocktoncabinet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;detail from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brockton Cabinet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;(2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14625643-112231544970543807?l=sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com/feeds/112231544970543807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14625643&amp;postID=112231544970543807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625643/posts/default/112231544970543807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625643/posts/default/112231544970543807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com/2005/07/mark-dion.html' title='Mark Dion'/><author><name>maggi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14625643.post-112187712412403515</id><published>2005-07-20T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T09:33:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nudes remind me of summer and freedom. It's too hot to wear any clothes right now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/Saul-Leiter_nude1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/Saul-Leiter_nude.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saul Leiter&lt;br /&gt;Young Singer&lt;br /&gt;Archival Iris Print&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/John-Whorf_nude1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/John-Whorf_nude.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;John Whorf&lt;br /&gt;Nude at Water’s Edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Watercolor &amp; gouache on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/Edward-Weston_nude1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/Edward-Weston_nude.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Edward Weston&lt;br /&gt;Nude (1936)&lt;br /&gt;gelatin silver print&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/Aristide-Maillol_nude1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/Aristide-Maillol_nude.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aristide Maillol&lt;br /&gt;La Vague (1895)&lt;br /&gt;woodcut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/Tom-Wesselmann_nude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/Tom-Wesselmann_nude.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tom Wesselmann&lt;br /&gt;Reclining Woman (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oil on Aluminium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14625643-112187712412403515?l=sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com/feeds/112187712412403515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14625643&amp;postID=112187712412403515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625643/posts/default/112187712412403515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625643/posts/default/112187712412403515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com/2005/07/nudes-remind-me-of-summer-and-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>maggi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14625643.post-112178365285487987</id><published>2005-07-19T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:57:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>works on paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot about works on paper (and how much I love them). Maybe it's because there's this studied casualness to them. They don't take themselves too seriously; afterall, it's not like they're done on hardy canvas. Paper is delicate and easily lost. Here are 4 of my favorites, each of them a different approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/Luks-Child1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/Luks-Child1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;George Luks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Child Study&lt;br /&gt;charcoal on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/Low-Cliffs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/Low-Cliffs1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sanford Ballad Dole Low&lt;br /&gt;The Cliffs at Gay Head, Martha’s Vineyard&lt;br /&gt;Watercolor on paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/kelly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/kelly1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellsworth Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wild Grape Leaves I&lt;br /&gt;Lithograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/1600/Lewis_GlowoftheCity1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6901/374/400/Lewis_GlowoftheCity1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Martin Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Glow of the City (1929)&lt;br /&gt;Drypoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14625643-112178365285487987?l=sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com/feeds/112178365285487987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14625643&amp;postID=112178365285487987' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625643/posts/default/112178365285487987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14625643/posts/default/112178365285487987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sotodayithoughtaboutart.blogspot.com/2005/07/works-on-paper.html' title='works on paper'/><author><name>maggi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
