The fantastically imaginative scenes reminded me of the work done by Ralph Steadman. Wildly creative the work demanded all of your attention. What I found to be odd was that the artists made no attempt to hide the fact that the work was all done on ripped up pieces of paper torn out of a sketchbook. On one hand…I love it. I can picture the artist sitting around a coffee shop or taking in the scene at a park somewhere but on the other hand I find it troublesome. A part of me, as the viewer, wants to be taken into account. I want the artist to attempt to win me over with a great presentation and well thought out plan to display their wok. Actually…I hate that I just wrote that; isn't art supposed to be, after all, about the art itself? Why should I care how it is displayed? Have I been conditioned to expect "more" from an artist displaying at a gallery? I certainly haven't forgotten just how expensive canvas is and appreciate an artist protesting against that demand by simply framing their sketchbook work. The work itself is great. I love looking into the subconscious of a total stranger and finding it fascinating. I myself have wondered and tried to portray what a conversation between a hammer and nail might be about. And who doesn't wonder what happens to their reflection in the mirror? Who else is looking at it, perhaps from another dimension or secret realm?
The simple manner in which the lines are drawn and the stylized application of color fits perfectly into the whole vibe of the show, which has a sort of "fuck you" attitude. You either like this work or you don't. The artist doesn't care one way or another; they simply are duplicating the wild images that are already present in their minds and I for one am going to take that attitude and run with it.
We are a group of Art students from the University of California Riverside who are attending a series of Art Galleries in several parts of Southern California. We have decided to use Blogger.com to post the pictures we take, and record our thoughts and opinions about the work we visit. You can find our critiques and thoughts on the work in the "comments" field, which appears below the pictures of the art.
http://www.rosamundfelsen.com/
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The fantastically imaginative scenes reminded me of the work done by Ralph Steadman. Wildly creative the work demanded all of your attention. What I found to be odd was that the artists made no attempt to hide the fact that the work was all done on ripped up pieces of paper torn out of a sketchbook. On one hand…I love it. I can picture the artist sitting around a coffee shop or taking in the scene at a park somewhere but on the other hand I find it troublesome. A part of me, as the viewer, wants to be taken into account. I want the artist to attempt to win me over with a great presentation and well thought out plan to display their wok. Actually…I hate that I just wrote that; isn't art supposed to be, after all, about the art itself? Why should I care how it is displayed? Have I been conditioned to expect "more" from an artist displaying at a gallery? I certainly haven't forgotten just how expensive canvas is and appreciate an artist protesting against that demand by simply framing their sketchbook work. The work itself is great. I love looking into the subconscious of a total stranger and finding it fascinating. I myself have wondered and tried to portray what a conversation between a hammer and nail might be about. And who doesn't wonder what happens to their reflection in the mirror? Who else is looking at it, perhaps from another dimension or secret realm?
The simple manner in which the lines are drawn and the stylized application of color fits perfectly into the whole vibe of the show, which has a sort of "fuck you" attitude. You either like this work or you don't. The artist doesn't care one way or another; they simply are duplicating the wild images that are already present in their minds and I for one am going to take that attitude and run with it.
~ Ericka Gómez
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