Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Experimental Portraiture

The images on this page are some of the art/craft I make. When I do these the visual elements: rust, moss, corrosion, water, stone, and portraits of friends, feel like words in a poem. I employ combinatoric techniques with many attempts, of masking, layering, multiple exposures (or the digital equivalent), until new pieces appear.

If you want to buy a print email me.

james


the music forbids deep silence

Leonardo da Vinci
From his Treatise on Painting

"You should look at certain walls stained with damp, or at stones of uneven colour. If you have to invent some backgrounds you will be able to see in these the likeness of divine landscapes, adorned with mountains, ruins, rocks, woods, great plains, hills and valleys in great variety: and then again you will see there battles and strange figures in violent action, and expressions of faces and clothes and an infinity of things which you will be able to reduce to their complete and proper forms. In such walls the same thing happens as in the sound of a bell, in whose stroke you may find every named word you can imagine."

span of days


Susan Sontag
From Fragments of an Aesthetic of Melancholy

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Because, first of all, they are a compendium of desires – contrasting, contradictory, impacted, immobilizing.
The desire to become fully visible, to be seen (at last) as one is, to be honest, to be unmasked.
The desire to hide, to be camouflaged. To be elsewhere. Other. The desire to impersonate someone else, but that is not other enough. The desire to escape from a merely human appearance: to be an animal, not a person, an object (stone? wood? metal? cloth?), not a person, to be done with personhood.
The desire to be emblematic. Impervious to age and the distress of flesh.
The desire to accede to the ruins of time, to be reconciled with the depredations of time, to become a ruin.
The desire to punish the self. The desire to place no aim before that of gratifying it.
The desire to dissolve the self into the world, the desire to reduce the world to matter, something one can inscribe oneself on, sink into, be saturated with. The desire to compete with one’s own image, to become image, artifact; art; form….
The desire to be stripped down, to be naked, to be concealed, to disappear, to be only one’s skin, to mortify the skin, to petrify the body, to become fixed, to become dematerialized, a ghost, to become matter only, inorganic matter, to stop, to die.



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Monday, August 06, 2007

Transfigurations 3

Most of my creative work lately has been involved with experimental portraiture, where I take photos of friends, layer them with moss and rock and stone and city fragments, with rust and corrosion and decay, with light reflections and trees and water.

They are a joy to do.

Some of them are available at this link.

http://picasaweb.google.com/jamzik/Transfigurations02





This one is a picture of my friend Charles as a Dostoevskian sinner saint, genius clown. I suppose that it could be said, however, my work, and my friends, are a portrait of myself.




This one is of Aimee, as a 21st century Mona Lisa. I don't think I have this one right yet, it's version ten, but I am working on it.