drawings + paintings by heather ripley + art not by her that she likes. art works.
[all works not otherwise attributed, by link or textual reference, are the property of the author, heather ripley.] © 2014 Heather Ripley
I never made a painting without a message.
If you’re NYC, go see the exhibition “Beyond LOVE” at the Whitney Museum. It is just that… beyond.
I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum. I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given the chance of having a starting point of zero. I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap & still comes out on top. I am for an art that imitates the human, that is comic, if necessary, or violent, or whatever is necessary. I am for all art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself. …I am for the art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper. … I am for an art that is smoked, like a cigarette, smells, like a pair of shoes. I am for an art that flaps like a flag, or helps blow noses, like a handkerchief. I am for an art that is put on and taken off, like pants, which develops holes, like socks, which is eaten, like a piece of pie…
Claes Oldenburg, in an exhibition catalog entry (1961)
And if you’re in or around NYC anytime before August 5, go see the Oldenburg exhibition at MoMA. For real.
Manhattan Bridge December 2012, by Chris Ozer
A feature on today’s Tumblr Tuesday, Chris Ozer's photography blog is definitely worth a look or two or twenty (you get it). While Ozer’s work is excellent (I like the element of vastness in his images), the timing for this realization could not be worse: tax research waits for no one. Sigh.