“The ceramic figurine has historically embodied a mainstream, bourgeois ideology, and for this reason, I have employed it in the presentation of an alternative vision, an ironic anti-figurine, or ‘disfigurine’. In the ‘disfigurine’ series, physical wounds such as bruises and lacerations serve as metaphors for psychological harm. Whereas the figurine has historically represented the dominant culture’s norms and ideals, the disfigurines speak of the damage inflicted by those very same expectations.”
Justin Novak
- From “Lupin the Third: Mine Fujiko to Iu Onna (Lupin III: The Woman Called Fujiko Mine),” directed by Sayo Yamamoto (2012)
(via kiss-shot)
Next on the List
Since I’ve had a few plans swimming around, I thought it’d be nice to get them down before I move past them again. I’d really love to get down a collection of flower drawings this year. I’m not sure what I’ll do with them exactly, maybe collect them in a book of prints. I may just make a lot of flower sketches (refined ones, nonetheless), where I end up making larger, more whimsical work about faeries, pollen, magic, and everything else I tend to associate with flora. Really morphing work, something you can sort of see come to life, become animated within the still image, I like that kind of work. I’d love to introduce color, finally. Two years ago I made a drawing of an echiveria plant that Danny gave to me for Christmas. The plant ended up dying of root rot (over watering, of course), but I have this kick ass drawing I made of it. It’s halfway colored. The parts that I finished up turned out really lovely and strong, and I think if I’d just keep at it I could make some more amazing stuff, especially related to plants.
I hope I’ll stop being a tired MF and get going on the drawings I wish to make while I have this job. Soon it’ll be over, this job and I, and I’ll be moving on to bigger and better things at the UIC. I’ll be broke, but that’s okay. I definitely need to focus this semester on medicine and art, trying to melt what I’ve learned together. This will be my seventh year in higher education coursework. By the time I’m finished, it will be nine years that have passed. Incredible the force of time, I can still feel myself moving into the dorm my freshman year at the U of I. Those times are done, now, and I’m happy. I took a nap and had a morbid dream tonight, that of my old house breaking apart, and I had this amazing, yet cluttered, art studio that focused on the figure, all in my old bedroom. The drywall was falling apart, dust was everywhere, but the figures were glowing gold as if they were otherworldly beings instead of marble, or bronze. There were canvases and old men taking me through the house. I felt like crying, I couldn’t find Danny.
(Source: iwantyourleatherstuddedkiss, via silverwitch)
