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Little Red looks on as the a candelabra comes to life in the background. These one-of-a-kind hand-made sculptures both found homes in the Shreveport area.
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24/06/2012 : Marseille 3e, bd National / rue de Strasbourg, îlot National : exposition Une collection de collections (Maryvonne Arnaud et Philippe Mouillon)
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04/07/2015 : Le Puy-Sainte-Réparade, Château La Coste : exposition Different Places (Sean Scully)
A Glitch "Stuprum Colore (apoplánisi sto chróma) ~ Ètude V”
This art piece were created for my PhD and based on a Digital and Analog Aesthetic Research on "Artistic Practices, Digital Art in Social Networks and Net Art", some digital techniques used of artistic diversity, such as the re-mixed appropriation of image or video, also work conceived as original data work called creative altered binary code, datamoshing, generative art and glitch art worked in all its forms and expressions; works of art with a strong focus decoding the i-frames of images and videos (also known as key frames and altered or distorted creative binary code) mixed with seductive techniques of Pixelsorting Art; making it seem extremely sensitive and abstract; created exclusively for the virtual gallery on-line.
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08/04/2017 : Le Puy-Sainte-Réparade, Château La Coste : exposition Mountains and Seas (Ai Weiwei)
All Fingers Must Point Down
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24/06/2012 : Marseille 3e, bd National / rue de Strasbourg, îlot National : exposition Une collection de collections (Maryvonne Arnaud et Philippe Mouillon)
collection d'art populaire sud-africain (Guy-André Lagesse)
A Glitch "Voluptas (ευχαρίστηση) ~ Ètude II”
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Lotería (Spanish word meaning "lottery") is a traditional mexican game of chance, similar to bingo, but using images on a deck of cards instead of numbered ping pong balls. The traditional Lotería card deck is composed of a set of 54 different cards, each with a different picture. The caller is called cantor, Spanish for "singer". The winner is the first that shouts "Lotería!", in this case “Loanatería!”
9 El Corazon
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You know, some people spend their whole lives trying to fit into the States, and some people spend their whole lives standing on the sidewalk describing it. Allen Ginsberg was one of those sidewalk people.
Born in New Jersey, which has produced more poets than most people realize and more highways than anybody needs, Ginsberg came into the world carrying two suitcases: one full of books and one full of questions. The books belonged to his father. The questions belonged to everybody else.
He wandered across the country looking for answers and mostly found other questions. That's how it goes. Sometimes you go looking for the truth and end up finding a saxophone player, a runaway, a saint, and a lunatic sitting at the same diner counter at three in the morning. Then you've got a poem.
Ginsberg listened to the U.S.A. the way some people listen to a train that's just barely coming in. He heard the static. He heard the sermons. He heard the traffic and police sirens and jazz records spinning in apartments where the rent was overdue. He heard people talking to themselves because nobody else would listen.
A lot of folks knew him as a Beat poet. But "beat" is one of those words that can mean tired, defeated, rhythmic, or blessed, depending on who's saying it and what time of night it is. Ginsberg seemed interested in all four meanings. He believed poetry ought to be alive enough to breathe. That's why his lines stretch out like highways across Nebraska. They don't stop where they're supposed to stop. They stop when they run out of road. He made some people angry. That's almost unavoidable if you're paying attention. I guess every country has always had a complicated relationship with its prophets. First it ignores them, then it argues with them, then it puts them in textbooks.
What I always liked about Ginsberg was that he wasn't afraid to sound amazed. That's a rare thing. Cynicism is cheap. Wonder costs more. He could look at a crowded city street and find something holy in it, or look at something holy and find something human. He traveled far enough to know that everybody's carrying something invisible. Some carry grief. Some carry dreams. Some carry grocery bags.
Most carry all three.
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Father Death Blues
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
Father Death, Don't cry any more
Mama's there, underneath the floor
Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death Don't hide your bones
Old Uncle Death I hear your groans
O Sister Death how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths go breathe your breaths
Sobbing breasts'll ease your Deaths
Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Genius Death your art is done
Lover Death your body's gone
Father Death I'm coming home
Guru Death your words are true
Teacher Death I do thank you
For inspiring me to sing this Blues
Buddha Death, I wake with you
Dharma Death, your mind is new
Sangha Death, we'll work it through
Suffering is what was born
Ignorance made me forlorn
Tearful truths I cannot scorn
Father Breath once more farewell
Birth you gave was no thing ill
My heart is still, as time will tell.
//1976, A. Ginsberg
ink, watercolor on paper
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A Glitch "Code de Données Burqa Tchador ~ Ètude IV”
This art piece were created for my PhD and based on a Digital and Analog Aesthetic Research on "Artistic Practices, Digital Art in Social Networks and Net Art", some digital techniques used of artistic diversity, such as the re-mixed appropriation of image or video, also work conceived as original data work called creative altered binary code, datamoshing, generative art and glitch art worked in all its forms and expressions; works of art with a strong focus decoding the i-frames of images and videos (also known as key frames and altered or distorted creative binary code) mixed with seductive techniques of Pixelsorting Art; making it seem extremely sensitive and abstract; created exclusively for the virtual gallery on-line.
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Today we’re tuning the dial somewhere between the Gulf breeze and a neon jukebox glow… down where the rhythm rolls in like tidewater and the accordion sighs like it’s remembering something you forgot. We’re talking about a man who wore dark glasses like he was shielding himself from the future or maybe from the past. Name of Rigo Tovar.
Rigo Tovar came out of Matamoros, Mexico which sits right there on the edge of things. Border towns are funny that way, half dream, half echo. You get music drifting across the river like contraband moonlight. And Tovar, well, he picked it all up. Cumbia, rock ’n’ roll, a little soul, a little street dust, shook it up and sent it back out dressed in rhinestones. They called it tropical, but it wasn’t just palm trees and postcards. This was electric. This was a working man’s Saturday night, shoes tapping on concrete, radio buzzing on a kitchen shelf. He had a voice that didn’t ask acceptance, it just walked right in, sat down, and told you it understood.
You ever hear a song that sounds like it’s smiling and aching at the same time? That’s where he lived. Tovar wore those shades, always those shades. Some said it was the lights, some said it was something deeper. Fame can be bright enough to blind you, and sometimes a man builds his own night just to survive the day. But behind them, you got the feeling he was watching everything, every dancer, every heartbreak, every lonely beer bottle lined up like soldiers on a table.
He took the old sounds, the kind your grandmother might hum while sweeping the floor, and ran them through amplifiers until they could fill a stadium. And people came. Oh, they came. Thousands. Like revival meetings, only instead of sermons you got basslines. Instead of confession, you got movement. And that’s the thing about Rigo Tovar, he didn’t just play music. He made a place. A place where borders blurred, where the past got a new suit, where tomorrow showed up early and stayed late.
But like a lot of bright comets, he burned fast and strange. Fame, illness, isolation—they all come knocking eventually. Even the loudest music has to make room for silence. Still, those songs, they don’t go quiet. They travel. They slip into weddings, street corners, late-night drives, sitting on the bus with strangers through chaotic mexican traffic. They outlive the man, like they always do.
So if you’re out there and you hear something drifting up from far away: accordion, guitar, a rhythm that feels like it knows your name, that might just be Rigo Tovar. And if it is… don’t turn it down. Let it play.
ink, watercolor on paper
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Peter D. Gerakaris, Terrarium Tondo IV, 16 in. diameter,
Oil on canvas over panel, 2011, Art In Embassies Permanent Collection (Libreville, Gabon)
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artist Eric Kelly III displays one of a series of Barack Obama portraits that he was showing at Blue Coffee Café (Durham, NC 2010)
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On Monday, December 19th, we partnered with Lenovo computers to build out the ultimate art-themed smackdown. Hosted at Villain in Williamsburg, guests stepped into a fully imagined warehouse art party. That night it was all about participation. We created a series of art activities to get guests making art and meeting each other. Guests captured the revelry of the night in Ventikoland’s projection photo booth. After some savory Espolón cocktails and tacos the art battle was ready to begin. 2 amazing artists competed head-to-head in a series of timed challenges and a head-to-head battle of creative awesomeness. Interludes were provided by a pop & lock round girl, battling breakdancers, and a duo of beatboxers.
Event Design by Adam Aleksander Presents
Photography by Lukas Maverick Greyson
A Glitch "Code de Données Burqa Tchador ~ Ètude I”
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A charity project through Bridge Communities; 'A Chair Affair' was an event where artists were sponsored to create a work of art using chairs as the vehicle, which were then showcased in retail shops in the Western Suburbs of Chicago. These works then went up to auction where 100% of the proceeds went to families and individuals in need. Bridge Communities strives to help those in need and aim to help people get their lives back on track. This was my second 'A Chair Affair', my first one taking place in Naperville in 2014.
On Monday, December 19th, we partnered with Lenovo computers to build out the ultimate art-themed smackdown. Hosted at Villain in Williamsburg, guests stepped into a fully imagined warehouse art party. That night it was all about participation. We created a series of art activities to get guests making art and meeting each other. Guests captured the revelry of the night in Ventikoland’s projection photo booth. After some savory Espolón cocktails and tacos the art battle was ready to begin. 2 amazing artists competed head-to-head in a series of timed challenges and a head-to-head battle of creative awesomeness. Interludes were provided by a pop & lock round girl, battling breakdancers, and a duo of beatboxers.
Event Design by Adam Aleksander Presents
Photography by Lukas Maverick Greyson
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08/04/2017 : Le Puy-Sainte-Réparade, Château La Coste : exposition Mountains and Seas (Ai Weiwei)
Etant donnés
Adrian M Owen the 46 year old British neuroscientist has discovered a way to use brain scans to communicate with people previously written off as unreachable. David Cyranoski in an article published on Nature.com describes how he is attempting to make his methods available in a clinic environment. Cyranoski states “Currently, there are tens of thousands of people in a vegetative state in the United States alone. Owen reckons that up to 20% of them are capable of communicating; they just don't have a way to do so. “What we're seeing here is a population of totally locked-in patients” …Owen now wants to put his technique into the hands of clinicians and family members. … Even if a person in a vegetative state is 'found', there is no guarantee that he or she will later be able to return a normal life. Owen nevertheless insists that “clarifying” a patient's state of consciousness helps families to deal with the tragedy. “They want to know what the diagnosis really is so that they can move on and deal with that. Doubt and uncertainty are always bad things.” …Owen's methods raise more difficult dilemmas. One is whether they should influence a family's or clinician's decision to end a life. …Even more ethically fraught is whether the question should be put to the patients themselves. …Owen hopes one day to ask patients that most difficult of questions, but says that new ethical and legal frameworks will be needed.” Inspired by Nature.com ow.ly/c4ZZ9 image source Simon Strangeways ow.ly/c4ZTp
On Thursday 30th June, dot-art ran it's first Introduction to Life Drawing day, led by Roy Munday in Liverpool City Centre. Life model Arthur posed for participants, who were taught the basic skills required, and given individual tuition and feedback.