Stephen Lapthisophon

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Stephen Lapthisophon
Stephen Lapthisophon, Wire and String, 2016, house paint, spray paint, oil pastel, ink and coffee on paper, 30 x 22 inches
Stephen Lapthisophon; KWJ15, 2014; mixed media on canvas; 58 x 54 in
Stephen Lapthisophon; October 1, 1969 (Rome), 2014; mixed media on canvas; 48 x 36 in
Stephen Lapthisophon, Europa (JB in Paris), 2014, oil stick, ink, pencil, fabric, house paint and spray paint on paper,
The Names And Map
Each time I wait for you to come to me I lose a bit of the self-reflexivity which I have come to expect from myself. In line now we are both listening and leaning. A bit. Some day I'll make her mine. However, when he came up to me and started talking about the proliferation of nonsense and the justification for this white room, I just had to leave. A certain intensity which should not be confused with a "fire in the belly" or a "rationalization of the absurd." This view is quite spectacular but it does not explain the ways in which the abutment crossing the river always seems to fade into memory as we drive across the bridge. From this perspective it is impossible to notice how the recent fires have scorched much of the surrounding fields. It will eventually become easier to forget out expectation of the upcoming events. Breaking free from the past. This is not a category.
This is one of my favorite pieces from Stephen Lapthisophon’s Writing Art Cinema (out on Green Lantern Press)–a book that for me so acutely expresses the tension between the theories we employ to makes sense the world and the images that accrue around, and often complicate, these theories. In spite of the tight structure Lapthisophon employs, his language is destabilizing, verging on anarchistic nonsensical play. To read Writing Art Cinema is to read outside of logic, to dwell not in the ideas presented, but in the pleasure of thought itself. “It just sounds like it means something. Like a tree falling or a whip cracking” he writes referring to his own work and I think, to the process of locating meaning.
A new art opening in Deep Ellum illustrates the implications of a partnership between art and commerce.
preparing for ~LOOSE COOPERATION~