“Invocation”, Graphite, Charcoal and Erasure on Watercolor Paper, 4″ x 5″.
This is something that I conjured while laying awake, unable to doze off. It is a study for a possible photograph. I just snapped a quick pic, so it could probably stand a more proper set-up.
I also did a friday black-and-white photo for after the jump–> Read more »
I’m down in Maryland taking care of my parents while my sister is in South America for a week or so. She apparently thought it would be nice to spend every day at a different doctor’s office. One appointment a day. My dad takes his drawing book to the Veteran’s Administration medical center and draws vet patients in the waiting room. One day a woman who he had been drawing looked at his sketch and said, “You should go into the business.” He’s 91, and spent World war ll in the South Pacific jungles as a reconnaissance officer, before spending the rest of his life as an artist.
Something scary happened with the Macaroni Project, and I don’t have the correct resources to share it at the moment so I made a monotype instead. I am continuing to restrict myself to exploring a specific shape, this U thing, because as I work with it I find myself starting to bring my own emotional connotations to it. This time I pulled a bunch of feathers out of my pillow to get softer textures than the hard lines of the grass.
This, as the title suggests, is a rough draft of a portrait of J Dilla aka Jay Dee. Because it is the first time I’ve attempted a collage piece this size, I viewed this as a draft from the beginning to help myself stay loose with it. The result is not subtle. The forms lose definition among the mess of the component parts. I’m not sure how people will react to the sheer noise of it, but my original subtitle for this post was “An Ambitious Mess”. Fortunately, from this exercise I feel confident that I can tighten it up (or make it much worse) on command next time(s).
“Dee Jay: Ruff Draft” 36″ x 30″ Mixed media collage
Dilla, who died in 2006 at the age of 34 of a rare blood disease, was a DJ of significant influence to the hip hop industry. Over the last 2 decades, he collaborated with A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Common, D’Angelo, Eryka Badu, the Roots, Talib Kweli, Madlib, the Pharcyde and many, many others. In addition he released 2 solo albums during his lifetime, and has had several more compilations and albums released posthumously.
Despite his specific influence upon the genre of music and Hip Hop, I chose Dilla as a subject because of the contributions I feel he’s made to art generally. I have personally found his method of appropriation, re-contextualization and combination of both pre-existing and custom made components invaluable to myself in my own work, and believe the same could be true for anyone in many fields.
While most of his basic methods are comon in hip hop, Dilla’s signature, to me (and I’m not trained in music so pardon me if I butcher this going forward), is his fine control of the scalpel. Samples begin and end in sudden, precise, fashion, whether to increase the action of the track or to create a novel form of lyricism. As an example, this is a track off his album “The Shining,” completed shortly after his passing. It features d’Angelo and Common.
This is a very pretty, flowing song, yet every component within it, except Common, is warped and distorted in some way. D’Angelo’s part, which I believe was recorded for this session, sounds much like a sample itself. I don’t know the precise effects, but his various vocal and piano parts have been cut and spliced together in a way that emphasizes the basic studio process at the expense of a more traditional “live” feel. These parts were created in order to be distorted. D’Angelo’s talents are enough to carry a piece on their own, but Dilla sought to make something more of them, a hybrid of their natural, acoustic qualities and digital manipulation.
Now listen to the straight instrumental version (its not necessary to listen to the full thing to get the basic idea).
And here is the one song sampled to create this song.
He has created something entirely new from the source material. Its roots can be traced, but Dilla’s song is its own entity. It’s sped up, but that’s too simple a term for what’s going on. I’m guessing as to the exact mechanics, but it sounds like the original rhythm section has had snippets cut from between the beats, in addition to whatever simple speeding up may exist (and Dilla’s own inserted rhythm elements). Both the bass line and the lighter, strumming guitar of Ernie Isley that establishes the basic chords sound as though they’ve been cut and re-assembled into a melody I’m not sure ever existed in the original song. Added to that is the second guitar part, Ernie’s tiny flairs that I describe as “blurpy.” These are interspersed widely throughout the original, but Dilla separates them out and makes them a much more important piece of his own work than they were.
The way Dilla has treated his materials here shows an astounding mastery. Its a complete and intrusive imposition of his will on the entire proceedings. However, instead of feeling forced or overwrought, the result is a simple and beautiful song.
These traits come to their logical head on the album “Dilla Donuts,” released on Dilla’s 34th birthday, 3 days before he died. The album was largely created in a hospital as he was very ill. Amir “Questlove” Thompson of the Roots and others have suggested that Dilla knew this album would be his final document, and he treated it as such. Within the dense layers of sounds he included messages for his friends and family. The result is an album unlike pretty much anything else I’ve listened to. I know of other mash-ups and DJ albums of voluminous samples and whatnot (The Avalanches, Madlib, DJ Spinna, all have excellent examples), but this work has an intentionality even the best of these lack. Each song, while only 1-2 minutes in length, is a work in itself contributing to the overall suite.
Here are 2 tracks from the album, which I consider indispensable and would recommend to anyone. I particularly like the video of the first song because it uses editing to partially convey what’s going on in the song itself.
The extent to which these clips have been cut up and re-purposed dwarfs even that of the examples above. Single words, if not syllables, are used, repeated and toyed with to create short, but complete statements of music. As I said, it is necessary to hear the full album to really appreciate the entire piece, and how these parts relate to the whole, but the same basic principles apply.
The result is a layered experience by the listener. There is the surface level of the songs and album, which can be listened to casually, aesthetically, without too much analysis. But once one does begin to analyze the pieces unveil a densely packed world of information. Hidden statements and inside references allow the works to exist on an entirely analytic, intellectual level, like the Hip Hop equivalent of Joyce’s Ulysses (But, you know, with the aesthetic portion still in tact)
This is what I take from J Dilla. This is what I would hope to learn from him. Without spoiling this post with a discussion of my own history, at my best I think I’ve succeeded at part of this. What he accomplished is a good statement of the level I one day hope to reach and what I’ve attempted to study in this portrait of J Dilla himself. As d’Angelo said in the top song, I have a ways to go, but I can’t think of a better subject to keep me striving to get there. I also take each of these lessons to be equally applicable to any artform, whether writing, film, or whatever one applies themselves to.
Below I’ll post a few more examples of Dilla’s work, and a detail shot of the top piece.
James Dewitt Yancey (February 7, 1974 – February 10, 2006)
48 x 24 x 2 inches deep
acrylic on panel with 5 holes
The holes are backed with black velvet that has a layer of squishy foam behind it.
So clearly, I’m not photographer. This is the best picture I’ve been able to get of this painting which I provided details of last week. It’s not that sharp, and the colors are Not accurate. But you know, I’m exhausted and in good spirits and fine with makeshift digital reproductions at this point. It’s one in the morning and I’m just home from visiting one of my favorite people ever who is recovering from a serious accident and he’s actually doing a whole lot better, so much so that we stayed and talked for nearly five hours! Hatchah! Right so, the inaccuracies of the hues in this tiny bunch of pixels seems far less important to me right now than it might at any other time. Still. I thought you might like a peek at the whole thing after seeing only the details.
You would not believe the shit I am dealing with here today, and don’t worry I’ll spare you the details. Suffice it to say I got a little distracted and forgot it is my day to post. Better late than never I suppose.
This is another in my ongoing series of monotype experiments. I sometimes have to sit with them for a bit before I decide how i feel about them, but this one reminds me of breaking off into space and escaping, so I like it.
If you have moved away from St. Louis in the last 10 years or so, it is your time to miss home. The home zone is now host to a growing array of exciting contemporary arts venues, and given the cost of living, it is a good time to be in the Lou. Of the burgeoning scene, few have the pedigree of Los Caminos, a new joint venture between Cole Root (producer of shows at the Contemporary Art Museum, St. Louis and Boots Contemporary Art Space) and Francesca Wilmott (fellow Chicago transplant and former co-director of Chi’s Concertina Gallery, as well as, organizer for displays at Hyde Park Art Center and Art Chicago). The grand opening exhibition (10/2-11/20) features work by Los Angeles’ own, RJ Messineo. If you can make the October 2nd opening at 7-10pm, I highly recommend it!
Crap, it’s Tuesday, huh? I’ve been so busy at work it didn’t occur to me to post today.
Here is another drawing I made after my 2003 visit to london. In this case, its based on a photo I took of a small, spiral staricase off to the side of the Underground station in Tottenham square. There was a large main staircase, then this tiny one that plunged several stories to the platform level. I loved it. The girl claustrophobic girl I was with didn’t so much. Anyways:
8.5 x 11″ graphite, ink and gesso on bristol. 2003.
I don’t draw like this much anymore because unless I feel particularluy compelled to draw something for its own sake, or don’t know how its going to turn out, I have other things I can work on. I am considering it, though, mainly because I think representation would clarify some of the ideas I work with in other styles.
I’ll post some progress shots and a Curtis Mayfield song after the jump: Read more »
It’s acrylic on panel. It measures 48 x 24 x 2 inches deep. There are five black shapes that are holes cut through the panel, and there’s black velvet and foam behind the holes–soft and squishy. Let me provide a little more info to give you a better idea of what the painting actually looks like. The drop outs from the holes in this one are the masonite shapes floating inside the circle on this painting, and it’s related to this painting I finished not too long ago. I don’t have a decent photo of the finished piece yet because of technical difficulties. So all I can offer is a handful of detail shots this morning. If by some miracle, I find myself with enough time and energy and light to photograph the full painting this weekend and crop it and readjust the levels in photoshop and upload and post it here, well then, I’ll probably spend that time instead working on getting invites made for my show that opens in two weeks. Aheh, yeah.
Three more detail shots after the jump. Read more »
I feel like starting a new series just for Darteboard. I definitely owe anyone reading this something a bit more than I’ve been giving for quite a while. So here begins, or rather last friday began, a black and white friday photography series.
I must say, I love Nikon’s, in-camera, monochrome function; it just gives a look that reminds me so much of real black and white (film that is), which is quite difficult to achieve through Photoshop, et al. The only downside is that it forces me to shoot in jpeg, but given that the monochrome function spits out a finished picture, including the sharpening, I can live with it.
I’m just going to continue to post both failed and successful pieces, for the essence of my process in making monotypes is aggressive but controlled experiment. These are takes on two art-historical allegorical paintings: Union of Earth and Water by Rubens, and Allegory of Fertility by Jacob Jordaens.
Last week I asked for and got some very good advice from you guys about how to maybe pursue some of my macaroni challenge ideas. I’ve settled on two ideas, both require changing the nature of the pasta from it’s current form.
Phase One: The Watched Pot
This is where I sit around for what feels like forever and wait for this thing to boil. I follow it up by dumping an entire box of macaroni in there and waiting some more. I left it all in longer than I would if I were to want to eat it because I wanted it to break down easily and from there it went drained but un-rinsed (need that starch) into the chopper to pulp it. It was goopy so I threw in the suggested additional cornstarch, which promptly made it into a paste comprised of a viscosity for which my Cuisinart will forever resent me.
Phase 2: Seeing What Sticks
After I saw the consistency I was able to make some choices about how to proceed. One idea was to make it into a sheet that I could potentially paint, or better yet, print on. It seemed like this could be a good time to experiment with dehydration so I pre-heated the oven to 200 degrees and spread the mixture out on a foiled cookie sheet.
I left it on the oven for 2 hours and so far like the results. The top side is dry, but flexible, the bottom side was more like a soft rubber. I can see potential for both, but left it soft side up to air dry over night.
The other thought was to use it like a paste over a form, which could later be sanded or sculpted into shape. It was far too sticky to work into anything literal so I spread it over a wire mesh form and stuck it in the fridge to try another drying technique. The extra blob over there is just that, an extra blob. I’m curious to see what texture it will have in the morning without a substrate to support it.
Next week, I’ll follow up with part 2 of the Great Macaroni Experiment.
This piece is made entirely of masking tape used to make other paintings.
38″ x 38″ Acrylic on Masking Tape, Collaged
I actually cut and glued the 16 individual pieces 2 years ago when I was broke. Since I couldn’t afford any new art supplies I just used a compass and scissors the cut the sheets of tape I’d already collected. Finally this year, with access to a wood shop, I put the final piece together, then took 2 months to get around to framing it before photographing it. Not that you can see the frame anyways…
After the jump I will post detail shots of a few of the individual cells and a video of a monkey riding a tiny pig. Backwards. Read more »
I drew this for the first annual Northampton Chalk Art Festival this past Friday which I told you about here. Actually, this is just before I finished it, but it’s mostly done minus a detail or two. There were five other artists who contributed drawings. I’ll add images of their work as I find time to edit photos from the day. Maybe I’ll even write more about the experience. I was really psyched to be a part of this event since I spend so much time drawing on the concrete already and people seem to respond with such positivity. It was a great day! Good good stuff!
Big thanks to the Northampton Center for the Arts, the city of Northampton, Northampton Business Improvement District and Chartpak Inc. for making this festival happen! I’m looking forward to next year’s already!
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