MODERN ART = I COULD DO THAT + YEAH, BUT YOU DIDN’T
More on the subject over at The Art Assignment.
These mugshots are all part of Professional Criminals of America, a “a gangland encyclopedia” assembled by inspector Thomas F. Byrnes in 1886, recently profiled in The New York Times. On the flipside of the broadsheet were the Times’ reader-submitted obituaries, so I thought maybe it’d be fun to do some pop-outs, steal a few words from loved ones for these rogues, forever captioned as thieves…
When I posted this pop-out yesterday it dawned on me that a large portion of my followers might not know who Glenn Gould is. You just never know. I was in a Goodwill recently and a man a little younger than me looked at a poster and asked his friend, “Who is James Dean?”
In the December 23 entry from Tape For The Turn of the Year, A.R. Ammons writes, “release us from mental / prisons / into the actual / fact, the mere / occurrence—the touched, tasted, heard, seen.” For many, Christmas is a spiritual time, but it’s also a sensual time, of food, music, lights. It’s a mistake, I think, to elevate one over the other. The spirit and the senses are not disconnected. They are a two-way street.
This week I traded my marker for an X-acto blade. It was one of those switches that seems obvious in hindsight, but I can’t say there was anything intentional about it. Just sort of happened. (Certainly inspired by the work of Brian Dettmer, Kelli Anderson, and Andrea Dezso.) Follow along as I make them on Twitter or Instagram.