The irony of reposting this article is not lost on me. It’s just too good not to share it.
Scrawling on walls is a primal inclination somewhere between urinating to mark territory and dreaming to understand life. The wall art above was found in a former Taliban compound, presently occupied by US Marines. Check out this article profiling war time grafitti from both sides in Afghanistan.
What started as an effort to create a self-portrait that could function as a 16×16 pixel favicon became a nostalgic exploration of uber-simplified physical media. Conveying a sense of humor and personality in a 16×16 box is a worthy challenge but recreating it with legos is just fun.
Shel Silverstein writes, illustrates and reads his own prose. My brother dug up this animation which I had somehow never seen.
“Sound Sculpture” as a medium implies a few things: The shaping/sculpting of sound itself; Or material structures (sculptures) that themselves generate sound. In fact both things are happening. The meaning of the two interpretations are echoes of the same medium.
The artist creates a structure. The structure creates a sound. Therefore the artist creates the sound.
Direct and indirect audiovisual interplay induces a sort of meditation in the experiencer. The residual habit-energy and worn, familiar thought patterns of the mind are tilled back to loose and fertile “soil” upon witnessing these audio objects. Subtle and simple beauty, frantic and also calming. It’s simultaneously manufactured and seemingly organic; a mechanized simulation of falling water in the form of rain, rushing rivers or waves on the sea.
Straight from the Vimeo page:
Zimoun’s sound sculptures and installations are graceful, mechanized works of playful poetry, their structural simplicity opens like an industrial bloom to reveal a complex and intricate series of relationships, an ongoing interplay between the «artificial» and the «organic».
He is interested in the artistic research of simple and elegant systems to generate and study complex behaviours in sound and motion. He creates sound pieces from basic components, often using multiples of the same prepared mechanical elements to examine the creation and degeneration of patterns.
With tons of help from my good friend “Uncle Tim,” I have resurrected a thing of great beauty:
A fairly disheveled 1981 Trek touring bike converted to a sleek and timeless street sled.
Stumbling across 13th Witness on Vimeo, his videos inspire me to want to buy a nice camera this year. His music selections and light choices are beautiful. Add a handful of bike based videos to the collection and he’s made me a fan.
Some art forms simply grow impractical as systems of efficiency and economy dominate old artistic principles of dedication, discipline & quality. Artistic technique and intuition used to take a lifetime to develop under a mentor that spent a lifetime learning from a previous generation. Skills like woodworking, painting, architecture; the kinds of things that you can’t price by the production hour. It seems that fewer people invest that depth of training with every generation.
We enter an accelerating time when the previous era’s wisdom is often lost and replaced with new techniques and technologies. This trend is an accelerating phenomenon and for the first time, virtually none of our generation’s new tools will be handed down to the next generation because the next generation won’t need them. They will evolve so far and so fast within our generation that they will cease to be recognizable as their origin.
There will cease to be a continuity of “literacy.” Our successors will have new tools and new “languages” by which they learn to use them.
Will we be able to impart some wisdom, understanding, know-how that they will value or will they look at us as irrelevant relics from a time gone by? I think I’m starting to understand the Amish.