Alright hold on for another “what a nice view” cell phone picture. The Internet is filled with them and here’s another:
I like the outdoors, hiking and so on so I figured a view of the valley would do no harm.
Below are two recent digital images I had printed.
I think the darker backgrounds (above) work better on metal prints.
I am finding more possibilities and hope to expand. Maybe I’ll simplify a bit going forward, not sure.
One of my objectives with this site was just to simply write about what I was doing at the time without needless fanfare and pretension. My theory is that people who may be interested in what I am doing and would like that better.
I usually work on several creative projects at a time, that way they all stay fresh. I had been curious about digital or photograph printing on aluminum after reading up on it. The advantage over printing on paper is that there is no need for framing with glass, and according to research, the color should last for well over 60 years, maybe longer. The problem with the research is that until we invent a time machine and go forward in time and look at a piece of artwork in the future, we really don’t know for certain. But I feel it is probably responsibly archival enough since we will probably be dead by the time the color shows any fading. Unless the secret of life is discovered and we all can live 500 years. But if the secret of life is discovered we probably won’t care about print archival issues.
The first print came out very well on aluminum.
The square shape works more sculptural on the wall. Even though I was calling it a “mandala”, it is obviously not a perfect pattern leading to the center. I sort of twisted the concept a bit I guess.
The next ended up a bit more psychedelic.
Haven’t gotten it back yet, hope I didn’t break anything.
The next of these three seems to have come out with a different personality.
A bit more subdued then the previous, with a bit of mid-century modern.
Well sometimes I have questions about the life cycle of an art object. I am generally okay with its creation from the deep recesses of the human mind, soul, heart, or whatever but am not sure how it is supposed to live its life. If it is a meal or performance it obviously dissolves into the cosmos. Or the digestive tract. But what of a sculpture of clay, stone or metal? What should happen to creative content embedded into a physical object? Fear not dear readers. As you have chosen to utilize what ever small portion of your life on this planet reading this blathering artist post, you shall be soon enlightened. Or perhaps not, no guarantees here.
I basically enjoy museums. I don’t like the admission charge, but that’s another story. It is curious how museum directors keep hoping from job to job. Are there perhaps some politics in play within the institutions of culture? Say it ain’t so! Well anyway to the matter at hand. The “sacred” object.
First let me bring you an illuminating graphic, created with almost no concern as to its truth:
At one point in human history, perhaps several points, the museums were born. They evolved from cabinets of curiosities to the tombs of the sacred.