San Antonio City Of Tile and Texture

We are returning home today from a brief 2 -day trip to San Antonio. I went to yet another Photoshop workshop on Monday and this time Dan joined me for a little mini-break. We both brought our cameras and we have been shooting a bit down town. We stayed at the new Drury Inn in the old Alamo Bank building. They have done a terrific job renovating this stunning piece of historic architecture.
Tile and Texture:
San Antonio is such a lovely city. The place is rich in tile, texture and pattern. Everywhere we turned there were rich old buildings with ornate flourishes and layers of history. Everywhere I stepped I saw old tile.

We caught some Warhol at the Mcnay Museum:
It is a traveling show called "Factory Work: Warhol, Wyeth, Basquiat".
One of the most shocking items in the show was a display case that contained a stuffed calico cat and a stuffed dog. Evidently both Jamie Wyeth and Warhol collected discarded taxidermied pets. Wyeth used his as props for still life drawings and paintings, while Warhol seemed to just be into the oddity of the collecting. Andy owned a stuffed Great Dane that once belonged to Cecil B Demille. The stuffed Dane stood guard at the factory and now is on display at the Andy Warhol Museum.

The Mcnay exhibit had a couple of terrific portraits of Andy and his dog Archie by Wyeth. The show was very educational and really gave the viewer a glimpse into the relationships between Warhol and these 2 artists. Evidently "Factory Work" has been traveling for awhile and I found a terrific review of it on-line by Lenny Campello.

Into the Picture

Among the many fascinating things about yesterday's conference on photography as an art form by Delfim Sardo at the Culturgest, the one that confused me most was the setting.
Since the small auditorium where the conference took place filled up quickly, the organizers decided to allow the remaining spectators (about 50 of them or more!) to sit in the tiny entrance and listen to the conference while watching it on a TV screen.
This is not an uncommon practice. Still, there was something about it that made one wonder. We could hear the speaker, but the image on the TV screen showed only the images that were projected to accompany the lecture (because of the size of the TV, it wouldn't make sense to get the general view of the stage). Delfim Sardo read his lecture, and although I couldn't see it to confirm it and he is an excellent reader, often stopping to tell an anecdote or two, the bulk of it was there in the text. So there we were, all 50 of us, sitting in a hallway, some of us standing or sitting on the ground, to listen to a lecture and see a series of images.
What was it about the event that made it so unique? Was it because we had all traveled that far and didn't want to leave empty-handed? Or was it because it was free? Or because it was so original? One thing was certain: one can hardly say it was because it was live. The conference could very well be an illusionist trick, there could be no one there and what we would have gotten would have been the same: a recorded voice and recorded images. The 'live' aspect of that event was a pure convention. Yet, nearly no one left in the middle.
There is something in the idea of witnessing that is more powerful than the actual thing.
The conference was mainly about the possibilities of using photography as a means of transforming reality, their origins and their impact. We saw the impressive, huge Russian constructivist images and compositions, and the comparable Nazi posters, and the contemporary works of the likes of Jeff Wall - with the references do Velasquez and Monet... All this on a small TV screen reproducing the reproduction that Delfim Sardo made of a reproduction of a reproduction. And yet, it was the real thing.

Now, see the work of Thomas Wrede, photographer. Thomas Wrede seems to be enjoying the idea that it is still, and yet again, the real thing. It can start off with the pleasure of bringing pieces together to create a certain impression of reality:
This impression of reality takes its power precisely from the fact that it does not correspond exactly to what we feel is real. Only here, reality is an issue of the past. It is something that has been disposed of and now is being reinvented. The question is - what does it mean to re-invent? What is the reference?
What do we need to know? Which is real? What would be the point? The comfortable feeling of recognition, maybe. But what we get is hardly different.
Let's go a step further, then:
Don't laugh - this is serious business. What we have here is an image of nature. It is an image of landscape. And that is precisely why what we have here is landscape. Because if we swim in the lake, than it stops being a landscape, doesn't it? Or is what we need the possibility of swimming in the lake? But if we can swim in it, what is left of our contemplation?

The possibility of touching. Of talking about. Of having witnessed. This is a road. This is snow. This is the light from another place, from another landscape. I recognize this.
(But what is the work here - the picture of the snowy landscape or the picture you see above, with the spectators included?)
Finally, let's move out of this tight exhibition room or hall, let's go out.

How different is this? It seems just as constructed, just as formally challenging. Just as distanced from what I would think a place is, a landscape is, a view is.
Oh, how I enjoy this hesitation, this pleasure of falling into the trap, into the work, out of the auditorium where the comfortable presence of the speaker would have made everything transparent and much, much too plain.

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Kodo Drummers

This last Sunday evening we took my Dad to see the Kodo Drummers from Japan. We had 3rd row seats and the performance was amazing. This is the second time we have seen these guys and each show seems better than the last. They are currently touring here in the states on their "One Earth Tour".

In Japanese the word "Kodo" has two meanings: Firstly, "heartbeat" the primal source of all rhythm. The sound of the great taiko is said to resemble a mother's heartbeat as felt in the womb, and it is true that babies are often lulled asleep by its strong vibrations. Secondly, the word can also mean "children of the drum," which is a reflection of Kodo's desire to play their drums simply, with the heart of a child.

Who owns art?

The excellent newsgrist has several articles about appropriation and the issues related authorship.
So who does own art?
And what is art ownership about? Only in the simplest of all versions is it about owning an object. The thing is, it has been increasingly clear that ownership is one of the most delicate - and taboo - issues of contemporary art. Yes, we have the art market which helps us keep it all together. But the fragility of the system is impressive.
Once you get to Manzoni's Artist's Shit, and keep on going all the way to Cattelan's provocations, something strange happens: not only is the value of the work conventional, but the convention can change quite abruptly. In the case of Manzoni's work, we still have an object. But the further we go into the conceptual & performative realms, the more difficult it is to speak of ownership. After all, how can one own Yves Klein's emptiness?
If art is intellectual property, then what about the image of the work? Is it mimesis? Or a copy of the thing, i.e., a sub-product of the original work? How different is my picture of something from that thing? We often assume it's close - possibly because it's simpler this way. A reproduction is another example of production. But then, what can be reproduced?
If the question is old, new technologies seem to give it a reality bite. We are all photographers. Reproduction is so easy, it seems impossible to judge it by the same strict rules. The tiny video cameras and cell phones make it all-too-easy to take a piece of the world with you.
There's the rub: we somehow feel taking a picture is taking a piece of the world. Reproduction is re-production. Are we therefore constantly stealing the world away? Doesn't that seem a bit naive? Isn't the problem rather in the authorship, and ownership? That is what is happening: by taking the picture of a picture, we are re-apropriating it. Its original value, given by the convention of authorship ('it came out of the head of this person') and ownership ('it belongs to that person'), is questioned. Or maybe rather, challenged, since we can easily imagine someone acknowledging the copyright and taking care of all the related formal issues. (see this article about copyright and contemporary art). There are several issues here. One of them is the question of what exactly constitutes a work of art. If my work includes someone else's work, or copies it, is it a simple legal issue for me to regulate? What if I somehow took the same picture as someone else? Contrary to Joy Garnett, I do believe this can be a serious issue and is not about the public space being public domain. The image, even if it is "just a photo", is still a work. And the difficulty seems to be in acknoledging it every time, that is, even if we just happen to bump into the same view as someone else. Is it a question of recognition? It seems it simply stopped making sense to acknowledge every single picture taken from somewhere else, every picture of a picture of a screenshot of a security camera... But what is the alternative?

What complicates this is that some contemporary art already focuses on challenging the idea of authorship and ownership. That's where the really strange paradoxes appear. That's where one can very well own an 'original' that was made as a questioning of the idea of the original, where the remains of a performance that was a statement for the ephemeral gain the status of permanent art value, etc.etc.
We might be used to this, but there is something incredibly hypocritical about our easy acceptance of it. Why shouldn't we consider that a work of art can actually have a self-eliminating value, that is, have its value limited to an experience that excludes any form of later valuing. This could mean the creation of an exhibition of works not for sale, but it could also mean acknowledging all the works that have been created, often by celebrated and expensive artists, into the void. Such as Gordon Matta-Clark's public, 'illegal' works. They fascinate us today precisely because they seemed destined to disappear, challenging the very idea of an object of value.
Another way of seeing this is attacking (yet again) the very notion of copyright by exposing it to the test of the world. Do we really live our lives in a way that makes room for copyright? Or is it just so out of date that it would need a serious rethinking? See the iMoma, where pictures from the New York MOMA are published. Those are illegally taken pictures, pictures of the visitors, pictures that make the ownership of art-as-image problematic, to say the least. And the officials trying to fight this 'crime wave' seem like ridiculous bureaucrats. But on the other hand - what are they supposed to do? Let it go? And what remains?
Read the story about the iMoma and the image pirates issue at Newsgrist.


Bruce Nauman, Human/Need/Desire (currently at the MOMA)

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Body Art of the YouTube era

See also other works by Phil Hansen.

Sam Taylor-Wood's vanitas

Sam Taylor-Wood, Still Life (video stills), 2001

Still Life is one of the most classical works of contemporary art I know. It inscribes itself in art history with hardly any commentary. This is not just a Still Life. It is a vanitas, a particular type of still life developed in the 16th and 17th centuries in the Flanders and Netherlands. Its specificity was the showing of the vanity of the worldly things through often subtle signs of elapsing time and decay. Some of the vanitas had obvious references like skulls, but others yet had simply a watch, or a slightly rotting fruit. Sam Taylor-Wood's work is another step in that direction: the image, beautiful as ever in Taylor-Wood's universe, decomposes itself. By the end, nothing is left but a grey amorphous mass.
On closer inspection, one thing distinguishes this picture from its predecessors. The ball-point pen. A cheap, contemporary object. One that doesn't seem to decay. That is not part of the universal, self-disappearing life. Is it here to stay? This nothingness, this ridiculous signature of us?
This is a poor vanitas. We are more accustomed to rich interiors with gold and crystal. But we don't need more: we got the point. And nothing more is necessary. A simple basket, some light. Time. And a cheap pen. Oh, and lest I forget: an extremely good camera, top of the line, to catch this delicate, beautiful insurgence of death.

Do-Ho Suh - Moving On

Do-Ho Suh is an immigrant.
See the nostalgia of this Staircase. See how suspended it is, how volatile and fragile, yet how present and precise. Apparently the artist waited 6 years to ask the landlord of his house in Seoul if he could measure the house to reproduce the staircase. This is another hint: it is a replica. A precise replica. As if someone tried to have the memory here, at his service. Which is common, maybe, if you're an aging artist going back to what once was. But hardly if you are 40. Unless this home is too far away to be a home. Unless the only sensation you have is that of a volatile present, a parallel world where things are not quite palpable... and still. Made of red nylon, made of air. It goes nowhere (Stairway to Heaven?? Come on...), yet it brings about the change a staircase does: it hints at another space. And indirectly, it divides: there are other levels. And it cuts through, diagonally, like a clean razor.
What is this floor that is a ceiling that is not a floor? What is this carpet-red sky? How am I to deal with it - and with this strange, unaccessible space that suddenly appears in-between? Don't count on the stairs - they are what they are, a suspended image of an all-too-precise memory, and they aren't even touching the ground. Count on the absence. On what you think might be there, or might have been there. Count on the distance that helps you travel.

Oh, the elegance of memory. The title is Uni-Form/s: Self-Portrait/s. All My 39 Years. And those are indeed all the uniforms Do-Ho Suh wore during 39 years of his life. This boat is exquisitely neat. Just observe the lines, the purity of form. Notice how Do-Ho Suh focuses on the essencial: there are no trousers, very few additional items (bowtie, shirt). The only real intervention, beyond the selection and maybe the neat construction (the wheels...), is the adjustment of the uniforms to the lower line. That, for me, is the stroke of genius. This work, as the previous one, is not like a clay sculpture, but like a stone one: it is made by chopping away. The context, the environment, the whole which over-justifies the object. Its power, to me, lies in the new framing, where the elements are picked out very carefully, hardly even re-arranged, but above all, re-framed. Here, more than in the Staircase, it is the framework that makes the picture.

One small detail: The work was made in 2006. The artist was born in 1962. Meaning he was 44 when creating this work. Which suggests he spent 5 years without a uniform. Infancy? Or recent years? Where is the place of freedom?

"Chirp" Digital Bird Painting

This is titled "Chirp" and it is a personal piece created for fun. I really need to print today, and get some portraits finalized. Here I am playing with birds & berries. This was created from 2 stock photos in Photoshop with a Wacom tablet. The berries are from a Pyracantha plant, although somewhat enlarged. Heck they almost look like ripe tomatoes. This tiny song bird would have a tummy ache if he ate too many of these red berries. I love old bird books and in the past I have used birds in many personal works. I find they have a very symbolic and powerful place in art. I have never kept birds as pets and honestly my deep respect for them borders on fear. In my living room I have a huge original Audubon print of a fierce snow owl. The piece originally belonged to my grandfather and it was one of his favorite pieces and always hung proudly in his living room. The owl print still scares the hell out of me but I also love it.

Oh and I should also credit Linda O'Neill as an inspiration for "Chirp". She has a way with fruit. Her recent painting of red grapes was on my mind as I tried to make my berries look soft and painted. In the end I think my berry paint strokes were a little harsher and fail to glow in a true O'Neill fashion ... but I am still very happy with the piece.

My Shaggy Dog

We have let our Scottie dogs get a little shaggy this past month or so. Today will probably be a spa day with haircuts for all. Ajax is very cold natured and we keep him in sweaters during the coldest months. I love this recent shot of him. He is my pookie.

Lemur Artwork

I just submitted 2 pieces of Lemur artwork to a show over at ebsq. The ebsq monthly shows are a great way to break out of my routine and create some works that are not dog and cat related. The web is abundant with fun communities and playgrounds that can keep the creative juices flowing. I know one pet portrait artist that frequents a weekly sketching blog to keep her hand skills and illustration work strong. My husband is part of a writing community, and a very good pal of ours is big into some group over at livejournal. It seems that no matter what your passion there is a group somewhere on the web with a shared interest. Sometimes it is hard to sit back and remember life before the web.

Three new paintings

Three new paintings, originally uploaded by verika-art.blogspot.com ©.

If you go to the woods today

I Shot A Man in Reno

Coming home from my Photoshop seminar in Austin last month I stopped at my favorite antique mall. Of course the goal was to find more scottie dog trinkets for my collection. Instead I stumbled upon the most intricately crafted toys from the 60's. For only .75 each I snagged half a dozen plastic Cowboy and Indian figures. They are stamped on the bottom "plastimarx". I was not sure what I would do with them but I knew they had to be photographed. I am still uncertain what their final purpose will be ....they may just sit on a shelf in the office. When I was in my 20's a supreme find of this nature would have called for hot glue and a proud spot on my kitchen wall. For now I shot them and dropped in some clouds ... maybe they should be postcards? They are not quite art yet although I do have a title for the guy clutching his chest ... he is my " Man in Reno".

New Custom Dog Portraits

What a busy week. I have had a few clients in and out this past week. I got to meet Keegen's human. Keegen is a stunning Whippet that I "painted " for a local patron as a valentines gift to his sweetheart. He went with the dramatic red background from his proof set. I am showing the pattern ground here because I really like the peach shade in this version of this background. I tend to recycle or "re-purpose" as they say in the design biz ... a lot of our backgrounds, and the one shown below is a brand new flavor for one of my all time favorite patterns from 06.

Keegen

I also got to play with Miss Ginger for my pal Diane to give to her hubby Bill. This will be Ginger's 5th portrait I think. She is one spoiled princess as this latest work shows only to well. For those of you wondering ... no I did not have to photoshop the crown on to this girl ... she had her own crown on in the original snapshot. Yep ...she is spoiled.

Ginger

Happy Valentines Day!

Happy Valentines Day everyone!
My valentines present from last year is outside right now barking her head off ...what a handful our Pixel has turned out to be. She is in dire need of training. Allison is in today taking care of client updates and assorted web work. I guess I will sneak away from my desk later to get the husband some nice dark chocolate ... his vice not mine.

My Siamese cupid is an old recycled image from the late 90's. I used her on some e-cards back when e-cards were all the rage.

Cedar Waxwings

It is trying to be spring here in Texas, although winter keeps creeping back in as soon as you start to go for those capri pants and short sleeve shirts. Last week I had some stunning little visitors in my bird bath. I tried to get some good shots of these guys, but failed miserably. This black & white image was a lucky shot and I love the light coming through his feathers. These guys are Cedar Waxwings and a google image search will yield better pics than I was able to capture.
These pretty little birds move through here every spring. They hung around a couple of days longer during this migration ... probably due to the berries on one of our hedges. They managed to speckle both the sidewalks and my car with a dark purple stain. I washed my Jeep the 1st day they bombed it only to find it stained again the next day. I can not get too mad ... they are just so beautiful.

Figures in Transition 1 & 2

Figures in Transition 1 & 2, originally uploaded by verika.blogspot.com ©.

Earlier work from 2006

Westminster Dog Show

Yay ... the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show starts tonight. I will be checking it out with one of my girlfriends that is into rescue work. She gets together each year with her group of volunteers and assorted dog lovers for a party that includes wagering, food & drink. It should be a fun night.

While we are on the subject of dog shows you have to check out this really great show of dog art that I stumbled across last weekend. The show is called the "Wurstminster" dog show and a portion of the proceeds from the show are donated to Dove Lewis Animal Hospital in Portland Oregon.

All things Warhol

Well Andy is in the news a lot lately. Anyone up for a road trip to Reno? If you are in that neck of the woods be sure and drop by the Nevada Museum of Art and check out Andy Warhol's Dream America exhibit. The exhibit focuses on his printmaking career and runs from January 20 through May 27.

Twenty years after his death Warhol has never been more popular, his portrait of Brigitte Bardot, recently sold for $10.3 million, more than double its estimated price.


Factory Girl is opening here in Dallas this weekend and I know where I will be on Sunday. From every thing I read it promises to be not a very fun romp in the park, but what the heck. Warhol's longtime friend Brigid Berlin is said to have been so taken with Guy Pearce's portrayal of Andy that she gave him a gift of her recorded phone conversations with Andy. Click here for more on that story.

Dog Art In the News

Brook Mason has written a terrific article for the New York Sun about dog art fetching top prices. According to Mason three New York auction houses are offering up 19th century paintings, porcelain and bronze pieces that celebrate man's best friend. The article goes on towards the end to discuss the current popularity of dog portrait commissions. Some well known oil artists garner commissions upwards of thirty thousand dollars a painting.
Check it out at The New York Sun.

If you can't make it to the New York auctions and you want to bone up on dog art history check out the offerings below from Amazon:

Daphne & Dobie

Today was a very busy day. I finalized 3 portraits and updated 3 clients. I really like the way Daphne & Dobie (above) have turned out. Sometimes clients that are ordering more than one portrait have a tough time visualizing how their pieces will look together so I find it helpful to do a quick design mock up of the pieces hanging. This client had indicated that their artwork would be hanging on a sage green wall. While my version of "sage" may differ from their "sage" and their couch may be brown leather, I think the overall impact of seeing the pieces side by side may help. Doing a mock up takes a little extra time and yet if it helps the client visualize and come to a choice quicker then it is all worthwhile. Ha, and then there is always the chance it will confuse things further .... you just never know.

2/10 : On a side note Daphne and Dobie's humans just picked up their artwork and they were thrilled. Yay ... they are a sweet couple that live in our neighborhood. The artwork is a Valentines present.

Max the Cover Dog

Our painterly style artwork of Max the Moosh was chosen for the cover of Nashville Paw Magazine. I just got my issue today and he looks great. Nashville Paw is a terrific well written publication from editor Heather Davis. Most cities have some type of free pet related magazine supported by local advertisers. Some of these fun mags are sort of light on writing and heavy on ads. This is not the case with Nashville Paw. Not only is the magazine packed with original content, the writing is compassionate and it covers issues all pet lovers should care about. My favorite article in this issue is titled "Better with age. The joys of adopting a senior pet". Check out this labor of love on-line and subscribe to Nashville Paw. Our thanks to Heather for including our artwork in this terrific issue.

On a side-note Max is a handsome American Bulldog that I created artwork for back in 05. His sister Trixie was also immortalized at the time, and she is shown below.