This is my new favorite art critic Check out HENNESSY YOUNGMAN ART THOUGHTZ: Damien Hirst.
HAPPY NEW YEAR WWW, SORRY FOR MY ABSENCE, I HAD MY NOSE IN SOME OTHER PROJECTS, SPREADING MY NET LIKE THE ILLUMINATI. I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING THO, “HENNESSY, U GOT MAD EXCUSES, U JUST LAZY.” AND YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU’RE RIGHT. OH WELL.
NOW I PRESENT TO YOU THE FIRST ART THOUGHTZ OF 2012, STARRING DAMIEN HIRST, BONO OF THE ART WORLD.
First friday is supposed to be a great Philadelphia tradition, but a lot of the artists have been getting harassed by local business owners. Even artists who were setting up in front of abandoned buildings, were not safe from License inspectors and police. So we packed up our shit and Made an Exodus to Frankford Ave. We were welcomed by Local business and the People! We could set up our stuff, wherever and There was free Parking!!
Now all we need is more people!! Lets make this Tradition Stick! Come out and show your art! Artists, sculpture, photography, music, print making, silk screening, performance art, what ever you do to make your voice heard; BRING THAT SHITE! Show your support! This could be a really awesome event if we make it Happen!!! WHOOT!
I was once in a creative writing class when I was a prickly fireball of bravado and wayward self confidence. We were asked to describe a Dali painting, all drips and egg yolks and ants and sexy stroking’s of the existential mind bone and I made up some emotional reaction which earned me a gold star…. one of those stars that leads you to believe you are far more talented than you probably are. And I walked out of that Community College through fields of cow manure with my chin up and the germinating disease of imaginary success. Why am I blathering about this?? A. I am trying to channel that little snotty asshole to write something about Joka’s “Victory of the Echo over the Sound (L)” painting and B. because I am supposed to be commenting on something that I flat out, DO NOT understand. Hmmmph…
Fuck it, let me give it a whack.
After staring at JoKa’s latest creation about 300 times, “The Victory of the Echo over the Sound (L)” is just that…. a victory of the reaction over the action, neither of which would even be ascertainable without the sense which perceives both. Thus, a victory of a sense over a sense that only makes sense of its parent, or without it, makes no sense of either. The colors, captured only in staggering sunsets where gasses and light mingle and propose, marry and disappear. It is almost clear, I almost grasp onto it’s meaning, form and…. and then the light fades and I am left staring into the dark, the flawed imprint of a memory of what I think it is. You think I’m confusing? Go back and look at the painting.
He told me that the piece is the first part of a triptych in juxtaposing old Victorian girls over contemporary nudes. He said he is “touching upon the difference of sexual values/displays over the ages and which prevails over the other.” Then he writes….”no definitive point to be made, just musings on the idea”. And a musing it is, a beautiful, delicate, conundrum of musing.
My apologies for not doing the painting more justice with the stringing of words but let me remind you all that JoKa paints with toothpicks, he says it’s like meditation. You try and explain this guy.
