George McNeil, 1986
(1908-1995)
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Walter Robinson, Gallerist, Artist and Critic, 1983
Walter Robinson, Gallerist, Artist and Critic, 1983
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Sunday, October 28, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
The Artist Will Insley
The Artist Will Insley
(1929-2011)
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(1929-2011)
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from the book The Artist Project
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Playwright Portrait, Mwaluko Nanna Hadikwa, Excerpt from Sam
The Playwright Mwaluko Nanna Hadikwa, 2006
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SAM
Are you kidding me?
“Samantha?” That’s not my name! It’s a bomb strapped to my body that explodes
without ticking. I look like a girl to you? Do I? When I pee standing up, pants
down, face the fucken toilet like a man then leave the door half open so you
can see me Mom. T-shirts, baggy.
24-7, hunch my shoulders to hide my chest so no one knows what’s underneath.
Spit [Sam spits] all over
sidewalks. “Samantha”. Check my hair, here, Mom: bald here, here, on this side
over here. Don’t you pretend you don’t—My name—Mom? Mom! Can we talk, please?
In this scene Sam (nee Samantha) confronts Mom about his-her body and how s/he
sees and negotiates that body with Mom and the world outside.
Excerpt TWO
BOBBY:
I’d tell my
father the truth too. “Yup”. Look him straight in the eye, avoid any
possibility of confusion. “Yes I am in love with a woman. And yes that
woman happens to be your daughter. And yes we do make love—frequently. And yes
I love it. And yes she loves it.
And yes, that’s exactly right, our love is a huge threat to this tiny speck of
a village given that it’s a trillion times more powerful than the sexists who
live here. Who can’t begin to grasp its full power because they’re too
powerless to question their own sexuality leave alone appreciate how deep ours
is.” That’s what I would say. No excuses. No droppy shoulders looking down at
the ground, Awino. Queer pride, lesbian pride, label it however you want,
doesn’t matter, it’s mine, my truth. It’s about love. When I love, I love. And
I’d want my father—my one living relative who is half of me—to know who I am
and how I love. That’s why I would say what I would say to my father. Because
if anyone should know how and who I love, it’s my father. But then again, I am
definitely not you.
--Excerpted from
Act 1 of “Waafrika”, a play set in Kenya about a love story between two
anatomical women, an American Peace Corps volunteer named Bobby and Awino, a
female-to-male non-operative transexual from Kenya.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Alpheus Cole, The Oldest Artist in the World, age 112
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Alpheus Cole, The Oldest Artist in the World
1876 – 1988
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Vagrant Drunk Asleep Near Image of Potala Palace
Vagrant drunk asleep near image of Potala Palace
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Saturday, October 6, 2012
Portrait of a Poet, Jasper National Park, Canada, 2004
Portrait of a Poet, Jasper Wilderness, 2004
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Little Plants From the Forest Floor, Jasper National Park, Canada, 2004
Little Plants From the Forest Floor Jasper 2004
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Friday, October 5, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Artist Statement for Portraiture, 2012
Artist Statement for Portraiture 2012
To create work that is much more than a simple graphic
response - to go below the skin and search seek exploit and relate the life
force of whatever it is I photograph
To find the true character - reducing the picture to essential emotional content - in the form of classical portraiture
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
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