..on signs of intended ruin
My (mostly autobiographical) thoughts on graphic arts and activism in art.
Large-format graphic prints, a mix ('collage') of digital woodcut, drypoint and digital brushstrokes. – And most specifically: It is all 'handmade' vector art (no application of automated effect buttons/ tools)
What the Holy Family would look like today when it had to escape... A work of visual art: a video of a three-dimensional scene, made purely of SVG (two-dimensional vector elements)
At the end of the year just a list of links about music I like and interesting musicians. (The newest on top and not restricted to 2018 releases.)
The boldness of Guanxiu's luohan drawings is artistically exemplary in my view. Even after many steps of reproduction the original artwork speaks to us as unbelievable expressive, vivid and freely developed portraits.
I'm afraid I've lost one of my last hopes lightness of being could exist in art. I like Stefanie Schneider's photographs and its narrative style for many years. It is consecutive she performs experiments with short film now ..
Basic ideas. – Some of my thoughts on art, on digital painting, on teaching art etc.
My fake draft for a stained-glass church window
Both the church and the artist fondly hope to get increase in prestige by a stained-glass window deal. – And on both sides it is hypocrisy in terms of motivation.
Later I realised Photoshop builds its brush strokes just the same way from little circles inside the stroke's structure. — I invented for myself this basic principle of digital paint strokes not knowing the insides of Photoshop.
2008/ 2009 I tried to preserve some 3D aspects in my graphical work and to turn the computer-generated 3D shapes into decorative plane structures. But in the end 3D was a deadlock for graphic art.
Two prints that show the difference between effort and art. The comparison was a harsh eye-opener for me. "Cutty Stool" was my first (within five minutes made) drawing on a comuter (after a few test strokes on a Photoshop canvas) ..
Robert Walser: "Plötzlich gingen die Wände... Ein Wald von Eichen flog herein..., aber ich sank: der Felsen war weich wie ein Stück Tuch, gab nach, senkte sich mit mir, dem Klammernden, dem Abgrund zu."