Filed under: ART | Tags: collage, Dixie Rose Fernandez on Jody Morlock, Jody Morlock, painting
I found these archived ancestral photos Morlock dissected quite arresting, because of the schizophrenic impulse she had in rearranging what her eyes saw. She contradicted, cut into the contrasting seriousness of these solemn, somewhat bittersweet looking, black and white ghostlike-faces. They’ve been transformed to quintessential caricatures, the celestial family tree. Behold.
If for every time I’ve pulled out dead relative pictures, they looked half as hysterical and ironic as these, I would have a “Dead Ancestral Photo Viewing Party,” over at my crib on a Sunday night, throw in some dry martinis and some smokes for a good time. I hope these obviously deceased folks aren’t rolling in their graves.
Her works were exhibited this month of July, 2008, at the Dam, Stuhltrager art gallery, 38 Marcy Ave.
“The narrator of my work will say how much I love the irony and wit conveyed in the fashionable New York subculture. That my paintings are a playful schizophrenic blend of contrasting ideas and artistic styles, relating a story composed of poured colors, geometric curvaceous shapes, large brush strokes and Freudian, dream-like sketches. But to me, they are much more. They are my children, they are my soul, they are my urban hieroglyphics. Art is my narcotic of choice.” -Jody Morlock
DIXIE ROSE FERNANDEZ
Filed under: ART, CULTURE | Tags: Andy Warhol, Armory Show, ART, Japanese Pop Art, Keiichi Tanaami, Murakami
Murakami’s big budget retrospective at the Brooklyn Museum of Art ended last week, and though I took a stand against it politically (read: I was too lazy to go all summer), I have recently been geeking out over Keiichi Tanaami. The granddaddy of Japanese pop art, he is pretty much responsible for the wild, surreal cartoon-style that is so prevalent and modish in today’s market.
I actually first saw his work at the Armory Show this spring but didn’t realize that he was sort of infamous–he designed record covers for Jefferson Airplane, hung with Andy in the Factory, and tripped hard in SF throughout the 60s. Being a big fan of anything folk-arty and/or psychadelic, I remember being struck by the clean intricacy of his prints and paintings. Turns out I just have really fucking great taste. Check out how adorable he is talking about goldfish and LSD.
HALEY
