#somewhat abstract

[fortunaestalta]

[scifipauljaisini]

gleitzeit essay by J_a_i_s_i_n_i Via Flickr: Das Ich und das Es Oil on Linen Plywood support W x H (“) 36 x 36 Das Ich und das Es series This work is painted in expressionistic gestural technique. Brush strokes interweave colors with lines creating many obscure figures. Gradually images appear to surprise with discoveries. The flowing contours foster fantasy, in which the content of the work melts away, seems to be modulated to subtle stirrings of the artist’s vision. Among seven images there is a man brandishing a knife. This image might signify a subconscious liberation that is found at the origins of art where a violent struggle asserts an idea of ideally free self once it has to engage with the world around it (Laocoon), and a conflict becomes condition of existence. The life on an artist is much like a moment of fact and fiction. Das Ich und das Es (The Id and the Ego) might be inspired by the artist’s interest in a condition between reality and fantasy, a result of creative process that is much like a lucid controlled daydreaming. The painting traps an eye by entangled lines; speedy brushwork, overlapping silhouettes, and brisk exhilarating color developments. Knowing that the picture is a flat surface, somewhat abstract, the viewer could feel a powerful effect in “Das Ich und das Es” of breaking away from two-dimensional surface and almost a hallucinatory after effect. It happens because our sight through rapid observation discovers and takes not one thing at a time but infinity of forms, colors, and movements. It happens of course because the artist at a starting point of his work could foresee all-at-once and was able to bring the vision to existence on a canvas. You will not contemplate this painting on same level in time. It is more like listening to music through a pair of stereo headphones. Everyone knows and heard sound as if it emanated from a point directly above the head. This occurs even though the listener knows that sound from each speaker is entering ear on the head’s opposite side. Contemplating this painting is like a hearing process when each of our ears listens to the same sounds; however each takes in auditory information from a different point in space. Again this distance between our ears, though small, is enough to create a third dimension of sound that we perceive as depth. Same way a new dimension could appear in the work called Das Ich und das Es when the eyes are trapped by entangled lines, speedy brushwork and mysteriously developing silhouettes of picture’s not yet analyzed intrigue. Apart from Reincarnation series Jaisini painted other works that are inspired by his interest in Eastern philosophy. Das Ich und das Es painting had alternative title while in a process of creation that was “Dream or Real”. Perhaps the original inspiration derived from a philosophical proverb Jaisini applied to his artistic vision, “I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man” of Chuang Tse 369-286 BC. The condition between reality and dream of someone who strongly holds on to reality who cannot relax even while sleeping is reflected by personal creativity. For Jaisini reality is mixed with fantasy, as a result of being creative artist whose work is much like a daydreaming. Das Ich und das Es painting slides between phenomenology of line fluidity with a level of Pirandellian deconstruction-reconstruction concept. The moment of fact and fiction, dream and undream. DIundE

[c0okies-n-cream]

here i lie, held awake by an unknown force,

a soft deep buzzing emanating from some unknown place,

cool air glides over the uncovered areas of my skin,

what an interesting moment it is, isn't it?

[silverseashores]

[abbiebalkitis]

Experiences

On Friday I had the opportunity to attend the opening party of the Nottingham Contemporary's new exhibition Somewhat Abstract. It was definitely one of the coolest things I've done in my own city! The gallery is a completely different experience at night. Full of music, food, posh drinks and packed with people to the point of queues out the door! I honestly hadn't expected it to be so busy, it just goes to show how important Nottingham's art scene is. It really brings a crowd to the city; although the free cocktails might have had added draw! It was a really interesting event and succeeded in getting a diverse audience through the door and excited about art. I was personally had a bit of a pretentious artsy fan-girl moment when I spied David Batchelor getting his picture taken with his work for the local paper! 

Somewhat Abstract is a collection of works looking at abstract art and how it has evolved over time. What classifies art as 'abstract'? The exhibition features some very well known artists with the likes of, Francis Bacon, Bridget Riley, Eduardo Paolozzi, Rachel Whiteread, Yoko Ono and Wolfgang Tillmans. Trust me, it's well worth a visit if you happen to be in town; beautifully curated and full of cultural gems. I'll be going back again soon to have a proper look around because, whilst an opening evening is a fabulous experience, it's perhaps not the easiest and best time to linger and actually appreciate every piece on display!

[thevulpessociety]

[wifiinhidef]

Notes

Notes on paper come in many forms. I play the trombone in my high school band. I walk into my fourth period to see a familiar sight of background parts. Rhythms that blend to be part of a whole ensemble. The notes on my paper represent my worth to the sound. I am, on occasion, given a part of more importance. Importance that lasts but a few short measures. Other pieces call for rhythms that must be played, but shall never be heard. I am the son of an ill father. I walk into my room when I get home to find my hidden journal. Thoughts scribbled down that no one will ever see. These thoughts represent my own self worth. Sometimes I can write about something that made the whole day worth it. Other times I just write a note saying goodbye. Concerts can be exciting. I remember being in wind ensemble my freshman year, playing the first part for a cool song. I remember being thrilled that I was able to play it as well as I did. The ride home was a blur, I didn't want to return. Home is not where I want to be. I remember when he fell in the shower. I remember how scared I was, this being the first major thing to happen so soon after his release from the hospital. I get thanks, but his general outlook on my choices and his say in them is an influence he shouldn't have. He messed up his own life, he lived his life, his "life is over. Let me live mine. Damn your version of success. I want to at my trombone how I want. I want to live my life. I took your gun. I was glad when you showed me where it was. Kill you? No, you could do that on your own, Mr. Alcoholic. No, this one was for me. Finally I get my shot. Standing there thinking it was the end. The bathroom floor cold against my feet. It was finally over. Then a thought crept into my head. One of such hope, that it inspired willpower. One that made me motivated to work towards something. I'm not saying you saved my life. Because, ultimately, it was his hand on the trigger. I'm just saying that without you the choice would have been harder. I think I would have made it out, but I would have been changed. No longer caring. I was lost. Hell, I still am.

[inthelandofsporks]