Posts Tagged ‘art’

Keep calm and Listen to Henry.

September 14, 2010

Via Quoteskine

A Place For Kids And Junkies

July 30, 2009

A Lot of Bikes

On the 4th of July, all of my potential plans went to shit. Not too surprised. If it involves groups of people gathering to grilling meats on an open fire with the potential of explosives going off, I’m always the forgotten one.


What the fuck ever.

Psh! Mosquitoes, eating overcooked meats in the dark, rowdy people with poor shoe choices being drunk off shitty beer. Its prrrrrobably not my thing.

The issue intercepting my fantasy hatred for this summer activity is that I LOVE BBQs! I can’t resist the smell of openly burning meat and coals!!!!


I started off my failed Independence Day by cleaning my house and talking about my BBQ dilemmas with my very hung over friend, who could relate. This couch bound friend spent her time multi tasking. She went between listening to me and checking her phone after drunkly suggesting for an acquaintance to throw a BBQ so that she could invite herself to it, the night before. A noble attempt, in my eyes.


To escape from the fumes of pitty and Windex, we went for a walk. Had a man with a mouth full of meat in his mouth not been walking out of an open crack of a solid gated lot right off of the Jefferson L stop, we would have walked right passed it.


We poked our little blonde heads in only to see that this was more than your average junk filled lot. This lots ‘junk’ meticulously formed a 9 hole mini golf course, developed by a series of local artists. As if we weren’t sold right there and then,  right by the entrance was A FUCKING BBQ!


$1 for a hot dog, $2 for a burger. Yes. We had found ourselves desperate enough for the joys of BBQing on the 4th of July so much so that we were willing to pay someone to let us join in.

It was well worth it!


The Putting Lot ended up being a hidden gem amongst many converted warehouse with a lack of interesting businesses.

the putting lot

The mini golf course was created and is run on a volunteer basis. The Putting Lot hires volunteers to work 4 hour shifts throughout the summer, to manage the Brooklynites that come to fill the holes at 5 bucks a pop.

Ha. I said “come to fill holes”.


The groups involved in this project have taken the most random assortment of items and turned them into 9 interesting things to watch as a reaction of hitting a ball with a stick. If you couldn’t tell, I’ve never had much of an interest in mini golf. But its hard for me to resist my love for junk art and creative uses for pill bottles, type writers, and fire places.

seed bombs

See The Putting Lots website for more info

All photos taken by Chloe Rice

Cut and Paste Meatscapes

July 2, 2009


I have a fairly complex response to Fairey’s work. I fully respect the amount of work he has spent getting his stickers, posters, and stencils up around the world, he really never seems to stop working and getting up. I also originally liked the “obey giant” campaign for what it claimed to be, an exercise in semiotics and a solid attempt to make transparent the process of how branding and advertising works. By creating a brand that advertised nothing but itself, and one that had no meaning or connection to anything but itself, Fairey was able to expose how advertisers use their trade to create a buzz and demand for a product, irregardless of what the product is, its quality, utility, or anything else. Unfortunately Fairey has quickly turned his experiment in the marketing of nothing into a comfortable and slickly designed advertising campaign for his “giant” skateboards, t-shirts, hats, posters, and for Fairey himself as a designer, illustrator, and arbitrator of hip and cool. This totally undermines any power in his original project, and at this point most of Fairey’s work is about as interesting as an ad for Preparation H (or Levi’s or whoever he’s working for these days).

Political Wisconsinite artist Nicolas Lampert

I like Lamperts point of view.

I like Lamperts art.

He makes some message deriving, well composed collages.

I think it was all of his Meatscapes, that sold me. I may like Nicolas Lamper, but I love a honey glazed ham hill.



June 14, 2009

OctopodaChloe Rice

mybigoctopusheartBen Lawson 

Cambells FunSteblina

MetronomeTiffany Bozic

BeastIan Kim

.Federico Bebber

crooksLana Crooks

cordial creaturesAmy Earles


Fisting Tables

May 28, 2009

its a table...

Receiving a Bachelors in industrial design followed by a Masters in fine arts, Wendell Castle is known for being one of the first to incorporate art into his furniture. 


I feel like he makes too much Alex Mack furniture now, but his ‘vintage’ collection is pretty unique. Who am I kidding! I will always love him for his rocking chairs and fisting tables.

To The Vector Belongs The Spoils

April 21, 2009

the_dot_and_the_line1Chuck Jones directed this reasonable love story in 1965. Based around a short story by Norton Juster in 1963, Jones showed his creative genius by turning shapes into intriguing charters. A sensible line, in love with a perfect circle, who was in love with a chaotic squiggle. Creating an open ended love polygon (I am fully aware that this is an oxymoron) if you will.

Each of its three main chracters are animated into life.


The Squiggle (animated onto rice paper before being xeroxed onto the cells, in order to create its unkempt appearance) shuffled around the screen organically and frivolously


The red Dot seemed to roll in and out of a scene with grace. Unchanged from her surroundings.


The main character. the Line, was visually effected  by human-like emotions. For instance, when he became depressed and friends began to notice him getting ‘thin’.

The cartoon did an excellent job at combining geometry and human emotion. Why aren’t people able to create animations with simplicity and morals, like this anymore?


Do we not have the patience to watch ten minutes worth of shapes? Are all of our great animators gone, with the hyper expanding increase of technology?

Where have all the Chucks gone???

As said in this animation:

“Freedom is not a license for chaos,” he observed the next morning. ‘Oh, what a head!’ And right there and then he decided not to squander his talents on cheap exhibitionism.”