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Notable expressions of spacetime in art:

Sort of a follow-up to this post on motion studies, featuring:

David Hockney, Noya and Bill Brandt with Self Portrait, 1982, polaroid collage, 26x26 in Fong Qi Wei, Time is a Dimension - Cable Cars Sunset, 2013, digital photocollage of 2-4 hrs Giacomo Balla, Disgregazione x velocità, penetrazione dinamiche d'automobile, 1913, gouache and ink on paper, 68x96 cm Jay Mark Johnson, Taichi Motion Study #33, 2006, photograph, 120 x 265 cm Dawoud Bey, Candida and Her Mother, Celia, II, 1994 Ivan Forde, Transformation, 2013 Peter Rose, The Man Who Could Not See Far Enough [four screencaps from part four], 1981, film, 32m Ray K. Metzker, Trolley Stop, 1966, gelatin silver prints Jiyen Lee, River Flows in You p.1, 2012, pigment print on aluminum plate, 180x120 cm Evan Penny, Panagiota - Conversation #1, Variation #2, 2008

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Art History, Interrupted curated by Shana Nys Dambrot on Art Nerd Los Angeles http://art-nerd.com/losangeles/art-history-interrupted-curated-by-shana-nys-dambrot/

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Remembering Saarinen

In the autumn of 1979, following my graduation from architecture school that spring, I visited Columbus, Indiana with fellow Tulane grad Jay Mark Johnson, embarking from his home in Cincinnati. Jay rolled me out of bed at four in the morning, but he let me sleep on the drive west. It was the forgettable weather of mid-September, no longer sticky-hot, not yet crisp. 

Columbus is a peculiar town. If there is a downtown there, I don’t remember it. I remember a campus, interpenetrated by a suburb. In a long day, we saw Hardy Holzman Pfeiffer’s occupational health clinic, I.M. Pei’s library, Roche-Dinkaloo’s post office, Venturi’s Fire Station No. 4, schools by Gunnar Birkerts & Mitchell-Giurgola & John Johansen—all empty of people, in my recollection.

I don’t remember talking to anyone in Columbus, other than someone at the visitor’s center. I suppose people do live there, but I have no memory of them. We must have eaten something, but I can’t recall what. I remember only fragments of buildings—a mezzanine walkway in one of the schools (I’m not sure which one), where I wondered aloud at its vagueness; the strong colors of the occupational health clinic that bore no clear relevance to its affective program; the crossing of tubular passageways in Johansen’s school.

The only building I remember well is Eliel Saarinen’s First Christian Church, and that for the following reason: as we sat in the balcony of the church, Jay insisted that we describe to each other what we were seeing, literally, in detail. A foolish-feeling exercise, at the time.

But I’ve just done a little experiment, to test the value of that exercise. After 36 years, I sat down and quickly sketched, from memory, the interior of the church. Here’s my sketch:

Then, I looked up the church on the Web and found this photo, on the website of the Southern Indiana Chapter of the American Guild of Organists:

Not bad, huh? I forgot the wooden screen to the left of the lectern, and I inflated the size of the side gallery, but otherwise—much as I hate to admit it—Jay’s exercise seems to have been worth it. You might want to try it yourself sometime.

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Jay Mark Johnson, Costantino Sott Acqua 

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Slit-scan en photographie. La troisième image représente précisément ce que nous cherchons à reproduire comme sculpture numérique afin de pouvoir en obtenir les objets imprimés en 3D par la suite.