tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40577272084949789552024-02-20T18:12:07.297-05:00Abstract Art Thoughtslgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.comBlogger318125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-26558982684944880742013-07-25T15:28:00.000-04:002013-07-25T15:28:01.870-04:00Peter Lanyon<a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artists/peter-lanyon-1467">at TATE</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/lanyon-lost-mine-t06467">Lost Mine, 1959</a></td></tr>
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You are deep underground. Everything is a hue of black. Suddenly, the water is flooding the place(blue). You see water pouring in from everywhere. Now, seemingly strong and solid structure holding up the place start to crumble. You understand that it is not only the structure collapsing it is your life(red). Some flares of (white) hope keep you running for the exit. But the only things you see in the escape opening are the new waves of blue ruthless water.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-41444355480198457812013-07-23T13:46:00.000-04:002013-07-23T13:46:33.327-04:00Nicolass Warb<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.graphicart-news.com/colour-and-pattern-to-blow-up-your-imagination/nicolass-warb-1906-1957/#.Ue61b43vtyx">Nicolass Warb - Cadence Unite No. 88, 1945</a></td></tr>
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You see a target(the dark blue patch on the left). It is on the side of your main road (the black triangle in the lower left corner). But you still proceed to pursue it. You work hard (the brown figure at the bottom). The hope (the green triangle) takes you to the ice-cold pinnacle(the white triangle on the top of the brown figure). Then the pain kicks in (the red figure). You have to divert your plans to overcome it(the black ribbon around the red figure). The hope (the small green ribbon), pride (the yellowish figure) what you have accomplished so far, blue skies and attractiveness of the unknown(the white triangle) take you to the next level. There you have a road(the black ribbon) full of pain and hard work.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-68638943284791407722013-06-11T12:18:00.001-04:002013-06-11T12:18:25.429-04:00Sandeep Mukherjee<a href="http://www.brennangriffin.com/">at Brennan & Griffin</a><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.gol27.com/ART/Sandeep-Mukherjee-Untitled-Compossible-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="635" src="http://www.gol27.com/ART/Sandeep-Mukherjee-Untitled-Compossible-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.brennangriffin.com/artists/view/43">Untitled ( Composible 1), 2013</a></td></tr>
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You stitch yourself from small pieces. You understand yourself bit by bit. You stitch those bits together to get a better picture. By exploring one layer you actually discover new underlying layers. With your discovery process and time the layers are constantly changing. So the whole process is spiral in the nature - going deeper and deeper and going over the same things over and over again.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-75888454893379474792013-06-01T23:08:00.001-04:002013-06-01T23:08:57.693-04:00Jean Grangeon<h2><a href="http://www.triagallerynyc.com/jean-grangeon.html">at Tria Gallery</a></h2><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lost in the creek</td></tr>
</tbody></table>You are trying to extinguish all the fires at once. You fix things with the duct tape. But the fires are popping up like popcorn in the microwave oven. It is not an ocean, not a river. It is a creek, but still you are being drawn by a wave of small events. You lost your direction, your focus.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-35481195585365549232013-05-30T17:27:00.000-04:002013-05-30T17:27:08.554-04:00William Conger<h2><a href="http://www.zollaliebermangallery.com/">at Zolla/Lieberman Gallery</a></h2><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>The beauty (the red figures) and the voices(blue ribbons) are pulling you in.The temptations are impossible to resist. You are trying to escape (yellow triangles) but the desire prevails. And then suddenly you get stabbed by a long thin blade. You fall as a sinking ship - slowly but surely.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-91659764958244615152013-05-28T11:32:00.001-04:002013-05-28T11:32:37.577-04:00Carolyn Carr<h2><a href="http://www.spanierman.com/Carr,-Carolyn/album/0/1/">at Spanierman Gallery</a></h2><br />
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</tbody></table>One of the main attractions of slopes is overcoming your own fear. The danger is right in the center (the black structure) and still you masterfully negotiate the slope(the pink structure). What is rewarding in defying the most basic instinct : self-preservation? Are you preparing for future real battles? Or do you like challenge death and thus becoming somewhat immortal?lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-47875894028774459282013-05-23T16:15:00.003-04:002013-05-23T16:15:55.393-04:00Jong Ro<br />
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Longing is based on the lack of the subject you are longing for (the black figure in the lower middle). Add to the mix idealization( the white spots all over), a big chunk of the need to own (the orange figure on the left) and love(the blue spot on the right). Top it off with hope (the green field on the top) and a shadow of not getting it (the black ribbon on the upper half).lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-36426108215807953392013-05-22T16:30:00.001-04:002013-05-22T16:30:56.015-04:00Dornacilla Drysdale<h2><a href="http://aarongalleries.com/product-category/artists/dornacilla-drysdale/">at Aaron Galleries</a></h2><br />
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Emotion(organic lines) and intellect(straight lines) are two sides of the coin.They always work in tandem. Sometimes the intellect analyses the emotions and bends them to a more logical solution. Sometimes the emotion takes over the intellect and creates a new point of view. You have to nurture both of them and to keep both of them in balance. One of them gets out of hands and your inner self get handicapped.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.emilyamygallery.com/artists/julie-schumer/ridgeline">Ridgeline</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>You are walking on clouds. You are so afraid to look down. Sometimes the clouds seem pretty solid. But sometimes they open up and you can see a ridge bellow you. It is frighting and exciting at the same time. But you are afraid to plunge down. You prefer to stay on illusory "solid ground". But it is delusive, you will fall eventually. The problem is it would not be on your terms.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-66153753536598569012013-05-19T22:49:00.000-04:002013-05-19T22:49:16.051-04:00Weekend Edition 45<h2><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umberto_Boccioni">Umberto Boccioni</a></h2><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.moma.org/collection/object.php?object_id=78648">States of Mind : The Farewells</a></td></tr>
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You want to go, you want to stay. You are not sure what to do (The yellow structure in the lower left corner). But the attraction of new, of change wins over. You take the dive(the black structure in the lower left middle). Then the stream of journey takes you further and further away, where on one side everything is new and exciting and on the other side things remind you what you have left.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-18784272043742836082013-05-16T16:16:00.000-04:002013-05-16T16:16:30.448-04:00Amir Mogharabi<h2><a href="http://ibidprojects.com/">at Ibid Projects (Frieze Art Fair New York 2013)</a></h2><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Untitled. 2012</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The black triangles are the art works on display. But the actual artist's intentions are the yellow structures. The intentions are followed by associations (black lines). Then the artist's skills were in play (grey-white ribbons on the right and at the bottom). The result of this process are black triangles with some parts missing.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-73387579042982240832013-05-15T16:23:00.000-04:002013-05-15T16:23:15.544-04:00Armin Boehm<h2><a href="http://www.harrislieberman.com/artist/2514/Armin-Boehm">at Harris Lieberman(Frieze Art Fair New York 2013)</a></h2><br />
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</tbody></table>You understand the natural world from the ground up(the lower quarter of the painting). You obtain the root first - fundamental knowledge and skills. Based on that foundation you build your map of reality. The imaginary world of art, metaphysics and other philosophies you start to explore by the leaves peeking into your tangible world (the grey structure).lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-526002400029518912013-05-14T14:38:00.002-04:002013-05-14T14:38:35.431-04:00Clare Rojas<h2><a href="http://www.nicolaiwallner.com/artists.php?action=details&id=14">at Galleri Nicolai Wallner (Frieze Art Fair New York 2013)</a></h2><br />
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</tbody></table>You are in love. You are full of desire, wants and lust(the burgundy figure on the left). Your desire is overwhelming. It is trying to fill everything. Then suddenly it penetrates deep, bellow the veneer layers (beige and white ribbons at the lower middle). You are starting to really know your lover. It brings out the pain (the red figure in the upper right corner) and the dark secrets(the black figure in the lower right).lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-9337185778257410902013-05-13T14:42:00.000-04:002013-05-13T14:42:04.486-04:00Jenny Nelson<h2><a href="http://www.triagallerynyc.com/jenny-nelson.html">at Tria Gallery</a></h2><br />
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</tbody></table>You don't know where you are going. Everything is foggy. But you have hull of steel confidence. Your sails are full of hope. Your engines are curiosity and search for new knowledge. The desire for new adventures lights your way(orange spots). The chances are big that before you get to the adventures, the routine(grey fields) will dissolve you. Or you will too close to the danger and will be burn as a butterfly which got too close to fire.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-74344744181304087962013-05-12T12:03:00.000-04:002013-05-12T12:03:13.721-04:00Weekend Edition 44<h2><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierre_Soulages">Pierre Soulages</a></h2><br />
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</tbody></table>Everyone goes in one direction. They all have to be the same. But some, while seemingly doing what they should, they are rebelling inside (brown figures). But most of them are afraid to show their nonconformism. Then one goes off the course(the diagonal black ribbon). Though he is the same inside as others, he feels that something needs to be done. This move aliens him from others. But this bold move creates followers (the diagonal brown ribbon).lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-82132906483693856492013-05-10T13:10:00.001-04:002013-05-10T13:16:04.695-04:00Thomas Prinz<h2><a href="http://www.circagallery.org/index/#/thomasprinz/">at Circa Gallery</a></h2><br />
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You have difficulties. You are working very hard to overcome them(red tinted ribbons and structures in the lower left corner). It is hard but you know where you are going. And when you think you are out of the woods in the open, the main trouble begins. Because now you need to decide what road to take, what direction to follow. The main trouble is to choose.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-9234876055323264942013-05-08T11:39:00.000-04:002013-05-08T11:39:30.191-04:00Chris Sims<h2><a href="http://www.carinahaslamart.com/artists/chrissims/">at Carina Haslam Art</a></h2><br />
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</tbody></table>The light struggles with the dark (red structure in the upper part). The light is winning. It has the thirst for knowledge (yellow patch) to its side, the creativity (green spots), flexibility (grey spots). But in the morning when the borders are blurred and you can't distinguish between the light and the darkness, the doubts can crawl in(the dark structure in center). You need to fly over your positions and reassess that you are on the right side and truth is your ally.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-26733352375297321202013-05-07T12:05:00.001-04:002013-05-07T12:07:48.855-04:00Lasar Segall<h2>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.museusegall.org.br/mlsItem.asp?sSume=19&sItem=292#null">Floresta, 1957</a></td></tr>
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People are herding animals. They live in groups. Living in groups leads to interactions between members(black structures). The interactions create conflicts(yellow-tinted spots). The conflicts generate wars(grey structures) or rules(blue lines).lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-32395189038339425862013-05-06T11:26:00.000-04:002013-05-06T11:26:35.797-04:00Rebecca Sailor Sack<h2><a href="http://seraphin.squarespace.com/display/ShowGallery?moduleId=10119614">at Seraphin Gallery</a></h2><br />
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</tbody></table>You think you have seen it all. New things - they are either too small for you or you have done it. What's left for you are your memories. Then suddenly you catch a breeze. Your sails are full of wind. You are making a 180 degrees turn and moving to a new direction. You are creating new things, but you use your previous experience as a frame. That takes your game to a new level. The new burst of creativity makes new memories and builds new experiences to draw from and to remember later.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-34969096489841835942013-05-03T22:58:00.001-04:002013-05-03T22:58:55.241-04:00Weekend Edition 43<h2><a href="http://www.theartstory.org/artist-kelly-ellsworth.htm#">Ellsworth Kelly</a></h2><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.artic.edu/aic/collections/artwork/136979?search_no=11&index=23">Study for Blue White, 1960</a></td></tr>
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Woman. It's the lips you kiss. It's the back, you caress. It's the hair, you trace. It's the wit that sharp as a knife that opens up to you. And still she is a black hole of unknown mystery.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.gol27.com/ART/Natalie-Alper-Einstein-Plays-the-Music.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="588" src="http://www.gol27.com/ART/Natalie-Alper-Einstein-Plays-the-Music.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table>You are an observer. You are watching the cataclysms. Nature, humans, anything is storming, raging(blue, green, white background waves). This is all outside. Here, inside behind a glass wall, everything is calm and quiet. It is nice in here, but it is also disconnected. The nerves that connect you to the outside world have been cut off by the glass wall(the thick white lines going from left to right). They are just dangling in the wind. You remain cold, indifferent and trapped inside your wall.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-25033544517028864532013-05-02T11:41:00.000-04:002013-05-02T11:41:20.541-04:00Alex Brewer<h2><a href="http://www.circagallery.org/">at Circa Gallery</a></h2><br />
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</tbody></table>The low self-esteem is killing you (the black structure in the center). It puts a noose of doubt (the black lines) on everything you do. You succeed in some cases where you break out of the choking loops(yellow splashes). But some things turn out bad when you did not go far enough(green, blue splashes).lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-16615770389602308642013-05-01T10:46:00.001-04:002013-05-01T10:46:08.956-04:00Mark Brosseau<h2><a href="http://www.bridgettemayergallery.com/">at Bridgette Mayer Gallery</a></h2><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bridgettemayergallery.com/artists/mark-brosseau/works/4">Temporal, 2013</a></td></tr>
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Time is relative. Sometimes you feel time goes by as a mountain stream - fast, powerful, unstoppable (the blue ribbon on the left). Sometimes it shifts to a crawl (multiple red figures), especially when you are waiting for something(yellow figures). There are days when you think the time goes backwards(black lines). The time on the other hand just moves on without any concern about how you feel about it(the upper part of the painting).lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4057727208494978955.post-23702057306571185242013-04-30T11:31:00.002-04:002013-04-30T11:31:46.289-04:00Barbara Gilhooly<h2><a href="http://www.barbaragilhooly.com/">at Barbara Gilhooly</a></h2><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.barbaragilhooly.com/paintings/layers-maps/view/67">Logjam, 2007</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>You jump from a log to a log(lower part of the painting). You are desperately trying to get to the shore. But the current is too strong. So while you are running with all your power, at best you are keeping your position. Most those things that you postpone for later, for "when I grew up", for "when I get rich" and to the bucket list stay there unfulfilled. The only thing that keeps you running is hope (the light blue background) that the day to get items from the bucket list will come earlier than the bucket.lgol27http://www.blogger.com/profile/13176956504128042515noreply@blogger.com0