Thursday, September 17, 2009

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Durer

Monday, September 14, 2009

Patterns



Saturday, September 12, 2009

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Monday, August 17, 2009

Sunday, August 9, 2009



Men are so necessarily mad that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Scott Pommier




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Avanti


Corrado Dalcò


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Ariana Page Russell


A body is an index of passing time. Skin protects us as it shows shifting bones, bruising, muscles loosening and tightening, and freckles and wrinkles forming. I am interested in this as a transient fashion of skin, including the revealing way a blush decorates one’s cheek, freckles form constellations on an arm, or hair creates sheen on skin’s matte surface.
My skin is very sensitive and I blush easily. I have dermatographia, a condition in which one’s immune system releases excessive amounts of histamine, causing capillaries to dilate and welts to appear (lasting about thirty minutes) when the hypersensitive skin’s surface is lightly scratched. This allows me to painlessly draw on my skin with just enough time to photograph the results. Even though I can direct this ephemeral response by drawing on it, the reaction is involuntary, much like the uncontrollable nature of a blush.
I also make wallpaper and collage with photographs of my skin cut into decorative designs, then attached to the wall or onto board. Sometimes I use these collages to decorate my skin by scanning the patterns and turning them into temporary tattoos. Then I place the tattoos back on my body as an additional layer for the fashion of skin. The tattoos are red and pink shades of sensitivity so I can adorn myself with a longer lasting, intentional welt or blush. Rather than being frustrated by my skin’s transparency, I claim it by dressing up in the crimson hues that reveal my vulnerability. Some of the tattoos also go on the wall or window after they’ve made contact with my body, leaving traces of cells and hair, and holding a record of skin’s map.
I am investigating where one surface ends and another begins, the bloom of adornment, and how shifting exteriors reveal as they conceal.

Website: Ariana Page Russell

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Michael Kenna, Silent World • Part II






Nuclear Power + Photography = Love