hey…hey pssst…it’s an update…
Gosh darnit it seems I’ve lost a few followers…Sorry I’ve been so lax with the updates/posts lately, just worked a 13 day week, followed by two six-day weeks and I’ve had little time to myself as of late. But now that I finally have a real weekend, things are looking up!
Payed all my bills, got some pieces nice and framed and it seems like there may be a pay-raise on the horizon! Hooray!
Maybe I CAN be an adult after-all! Sort-of kind-of possibly…
Aaaaaaannywhatzit, wanna say thanks for stickin’ around to all you stand-up folks!
Posts will resume when time and stress-levels allow,
Joanne Nam’s paintings are only a fraction of the lush, labyrinthian stories that inspired their creation. Stark, finely wrought visions of nightwalks and blurry memories populate the landscape of Nam’s world, leaving a ghostly but familiar chill with the viewer. In this interview, Joanne Nam delves into her upbringing in the forests of Korea, relating the strange impressions her life has left on her that continue to inspire her work. “I am not going to paint an old man dragging a dead dog,” she says—a recurring memory of hers—“However, I would definitely paint a girl feeling the strangely beautiful disturbance.” Nam lives and works in Los Angeles.
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.