Gary Ventura & Ryan Russell, two men that show music.

So i am an avid fan of all kinds of music. There is no genre that i can rule out. But when i get involved with a band, i want to know little details that not a lot of media can express. I like to see images of tour because it puts you into the lives of musicians who are not on stage or not in the magazines. The images put you in the backseat and help you understand what they are involved in when away from the amps and mics. This intrigues me because it allows you to understand lyrics and melodies in a higher depth. It enhances the comprehension. So if interested, i think that checking out these photographer's work would be entertaining, to say the least. Enjoy.
Click below photo for Gary Ventura:


and click below for Ryan Russell:

Martin Schoeller (is looking at you)

I mentioned this photographer as an artist who uses people for portraits, mostly well known faces but sometimes not, and focuses in precise detail in order to show all the flaws and emotions in one face. So often the media uses makeup and digital rendering in order to create an image of a person in absolute beauty. What intrigues me about Martin is that he wipes that all away. Primarily focuses on the facial texture and structure to analyze one's emotions. It gives me shivers on how amazing some of these photographs look. Also almost makes me cry on how he can use a comedian to express a look that is utterly depressing. He did a series with female bodybuilders that made me feel weird. They are tanned to a bright orange, every muscle is sculpted, all feminism is almost hidden. In no shape or form do i think what they do is wrong, it is their life and their choice to feel a form of beauty that i just can't comprehend. But i think that Martin, but using these subjects, was to depict a particular message about these women. How they can be these individualistic females, with different backgrounds, but be in a body that some would not expect. He does that in so many pieces. Jim Carrey is a comedian known for his ridiculous expressions and outbursts of insanity and hilarity. He makes people fall off their chairs in laughter. However, he came out in public interviews not too long ago for having depression. When Martin did a portrait of him, I could see the depression painted all over his face. That's what is so impressive about Schoeller's work. It depicts a caption of its own. Each person can reflect such a strong message through their expressions, obviously Martin Schoeller knows this.

Check out his website at:

www.martinschoeller.com

presentation links

i will be posting the links to all the artists that i presented yesterday in class. i really recommend checking all of them out, as they are highly amazing.

Audrey Kawasaki & her...

Audrey Kawasaki's work has fascinated me. Her medium is mainly oil on wood panel, which i think is absolutely phenomenal in the way she uses it. Usually i don't recommend artists that primarily use nudes based on my own views on this context. But she is just too good at using this art form to keep quiet. Her images are strongly seductive and this may be why eyes are so drawn to them. Or it could be that she uses her techniques to creates a beautiful gentle subject such as a woman and places an organic object or creature to balance the composition. Whatever it is that is so intriguing with her work, it is amazing. Please look at her paintings.

Her website

Her Blog

blaine fontana of wonders.

I've been a fan of Blaine Fontana for a couple years now. His paintings blow my mind. And i'm always so amazed on much effort he puts into his installations. He creates an incredible atmosphere. i strongly suggest you check out his work. i hope i get a chance to see one of these, up close, in the future.

links:
http://www.blainefontana.com/

http://7609studio.blogspot.com/

Sunday prevails. fails.

In an annual aching, traditional sadness. This recognition of those who fly towards the clouds. I am placed within my hometown. Seeking time. Finding stability. Only to come back to a shaky rushed environment. The sun rises too early and I break my slumber mold to wash away the midnight oils. Scrub the yesterdays if you will. Classic attire, to prove personality to myself, no need for others to challenge. Stall my voice for the asphalt paved paths. And crack the morning dryness of my throat as I leave the car. A restaurant smells of overcooked grease and men who lack the commonality of deodorant usage. The ones outside whisper through the breathes of their cigarettes. Ignorant of previous traumatic events. Our colony is placed in the corner to muffle the unnecessary loud conversation. Orders misplaced. Accents misunderstood. Investments spilled upon jeans and jackets, discouraged thoughts with no right to judge. My coffee burns my tongue, so I push it aside. Orange juice stings the wound until I'm left with a mouth too heartbroken to speak. Food is mediocre, but the cash is being spent so I sweep it within. Sniffle and collect myself out the door. The direction is forgotten, U turn and discovered. Wander through the concrete memorials placed in the grass. Imagining the depths of shame. blame. confusion. delusion. whatever followed each last breath. Sad lyrics fall into my head so I sing pass the fallen. We stare. remember. reflect. and place sunglasses upon our eyes doubting the clouded sky. No arms can fully communicate goodbyes. But they try. And so do I.

ill fated memories

I spent the morning creeping under a cotton shield. Lowering the force for dear breathes to harshly escape. There are no moments I wish my body turned and broke this laziness trance that shattered motivation and took opportunities. My voice left a couple days ago without saying goodbye, just packed up his bags filled with songs and helpful advice, and left. I hope that he may return but as these days have preceded, he still has yet to call. But it is typical, he comes and goes every year. This may chance my hopes of benefiting from my words. So I will wait patiently for his return. I appeared later on in the evening nearly cynical, but shrugged off my surroundings and consumed to pass time. As night meets with me, just like everyday, I will spend it accomplishing more than I could of shared with daytime. To be brutally honest, daytime just kind of passes by. Maybe the moon will take a vacation and the sun and clouds will pay me a visit. But until then, I will sit and drink tea with the stars, because they seem to make me smile much more than I can ask of the clouded sky.