Showing posts with label Girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Girls. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

when your teacher is an ecology activist or whatever

It's all started like this:
woke up at 7:30 am, left M all alone, came to college to listen to cultural studies lecture, and the lecturer decided to dedicate it to global warming, animal extinction and the importance of preserving nature. i hate this type of mornings.
And continued like this:
regardless my point of view on these issues i want to say a big big thank you to the today's lecturer because oddly enough i left the building with a clear idea in my head what my essay will be about [...] i’m going to write about ivory craft and how it helps to maintain the population of elephants in africa!
And ended like this:
[in two words

if you want elephants population to grow, breed them like cows. here you can say that you're a vegetarian and don't want cows to be bred, you just want them to be left alone. but people are omnivores by nature, so not eating meet would be a step against nature. animals kill animals. and this is ok. this is how it always has been. here you can also say that while killing animals to eat them may be ok, killing them for aesthetic purposes is not. but the only thing that should matter is the end and not the mean.

we kill animals as any other carnivores animals do. but we're the only ones who can breed those who we kill. so let's just do it! duh.]


And here is my essay (well, a couple of key paragraphs from it really):
This essay addresses the social authority of historically ruling classes over the subordinate classes, i.e. the process  of  hegemony. I want to look at the intervention of the First World countries in the cultural affairs of Africa and China and its negative impact. More specifically, the ban of elephant hunting and ivory trade forced by the international environmental organizations, and how it leads to the complete eradication of the whole brunch of art, ivory carving.

Ivory has always been the symbol of wealth in Africa. After the trans-Saharan trade route was established in the 15th century, North Africa became one of the main ivory suppliers in the world which played an important role in its economic development. Thus, not only Africa developed its own national art practice, but it has also made a great contribution to the development of ivory carving throughout the whole world especially during the Gothic period and Baroque era.



As a result, the population of elephants in Africa significantly decreased. Recently, the international environmental organizations such as the World Wild Foundation and Greenpeace addressed this problem by lobbing the ban on ivory trade and elephant hunting. Since the ivory trade sanctions were introduced, prices on raw ivory increased in arithmetic progression, the First world countries such as America, Britain, France and Japan are attempting to completely close their domestic ivory markets. New rules will ban import and export of ivory, and make it harder than ever to sell. It has further compromised the existence of ivory craft in Hong Kong. 
Seated in his workshop where he has meticulously transformed elephant tusks into intricate ivory artwork for four decades, Wong Cheong-lam knows the days of his craft are numbered. 
"I'm the only one left," he sighs, looking around the workshop where six carvers once worked [...] "Ivory carvers usually do not have much education" he said. "It is too late for them to learn another skill and doing other odd jobs will barely make ends meet."
Meanwhile, the elephant population in Africa dropped even more since the elephant hunting ban was enforced. 
In the states of Africa where the ban was introduced, the illegal ivory poaching has only increased. For example, the number of elephants in Kenya dropped from 65,000 to 19,000 between 1979 and 1989, the number of elephants in Zimbabwe increased from 30,000 to 43,000 where elephants were legally sold and private ownership of elephants were allowed, and the private owners of the elephants provided all the security to the wildlife to prevent poaching.
Kenya banned elephant hunting in 1977. Poachers subsequently butchered the herds, as supervision of the animals also declined with the loss of revenue from hunting. In less than two decades, Kenya's elephant herd went from 150,000 to less than 6,000. Botswana, in contrast, permitted big game hunting, and in the same period of time, their elephant herd has quadrupled.
  1. Subsequently, the ban led to the gradual decrease of the traditional ivory craft practice in Africa and China, as well as made it impossible to successfully develop the contemporary ivory craft.The dependency in one field and the exploitation in others show that the hegemony process and neo-colonial politics continue to deprive countries of their artistic heritage as well as the economic growth.
  2. By prohibiting ivory transactions western culture continues to oppress African contemporary art practices and replaces it on the international art scene. All the aforementioned sanctions prevent Africa from competing on the world market with finished goods and services, i. e. ivory crafts and wild animals hunting. Nowadays, Africa's role in the world economy is imposed by West and can not yet go beyond. The sanctions are also the reason why the ivory carving as an art branch is ceasing to exist in the developing world.
  3. The fact that we are now in the situation where the political authority dictates the evolution of the art practice, and where the contemporary art is being shaped by the bureaucracy instead of artists themselves is a serious problem. Instead of letting artistic expression be the primary drive behind the art we are faced with a situation where the political bureaucracy has a similar if not a bigger part in the contemporary art practice and its role in the public realm.
  4. All art is inherently political and while making a political statement by creating a piece of art is healthy, to be dependent on the authority and allowing it to dictate the medium means surrendering the agency as an artist to the political class. It makes one question the whole art system, its political independence and integrity.
  5. The only way to get rid of the problem is to stop intervening in the weaker states affairs without the understanding of their mentality, ethics and traditions. Otherwise, the intervention may only be in the interests of the interveners and for their own gain.

In conclusion, it becomes obvious that there is something else hidden behind the so-called help the West is persistently trying to enforce. Because what the world has now, after all the sanctions were imposed on ivory trade and elephant hunting, is the degradation of the ivory craft threatened with complete eradication, further decrease of the elephant population, steady increase of the illegal ivory poaching and continued existence of the neo-colonialism. As well as uncertainty in the integrity of contemporary art in the developing countries and the whole world.

BAM!

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

T O D D B A X T E R

[google is no longer underlining hyperlinks, so from now on all links on this blog will be green and bold]

I'm a Fine Arts student now which means that I constantly think/dream about drawing/painting/making stencils and art books. I'm v busy right now yet so happy. I always wanted to be busy with something 24/7. That's why I started this blog, that's why I began to draw again (which helped me to build a portfolio and enroll in the BFA in Auckland). I always wanted to produce something with my hands, but there was no way I could let that energy go by itself, nor I could decide what should I do and how. There were always these thoughts that kept spinning in my head: it's meaningless. nobody needs it. am I just wasting my time? I needed help.

And now I have to do what I enjoy most in my life. They ask me to make art, giving me advice and marks in return?? All these 3 weeks I've been thinking that 4 years of studying FA will never be enough, like, can I stay for 10?

So, now I'm working on several big art projects simultaneously and it seems like I won't have much time for writing, but I don't consider quitting this blog either. I'll be trying to find time for it, like, if something important happens to me, or if I stumble upon (remember of) some cool artist whose works I want to discuss, I'll write a post about it. 

Today it's Todd Baxter.

He graduated from uni, worked as a photography and art teacher, travelled a lot, was an art director for quiet a time, shot for magazines etc. Tbh, I don't like all his commercial (at least the part presented on his website, but these are probably his best works so..), it's too gaudy for me. MI have to say more: I like him only for his last series called "Owl Scouts". And maybe, for a work or two from his conceptual photographs. He never published a book though!

O w l   S c o u t s


So Moonrise Kingdom! And it was shot 2 years before the release of the film! Anyway, I find it so comforting to look at all the scout costumes details, all the badges, ribbons and fur pieces. If you have a taste and you're a control freak like Wes, or Todd Baxter (or..or..or), your artwork will probably end up looking like this.


The owl badge is beyond amazing. And these big red beads in their scarfs, and the fox that holds the ribbon, only a complete perfectionist can make something that will look like this. I respect the perfectionists (/idealists) like pretty much no one else in the world. Especially when they're artists.

I like this one (he put an owl in a hole!):




And all the pictures below are my favorites:





Nya! Have a good er Tuesday? You already lived through Monday, so go and have a cup of.. anything you like. Yes.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Where are we?

Kia ora, guys! (just google)

We arrived to Auckland  and having a jet lag and a cultural shock after Tokyo. The first impression was like "Too many aggressive extroverts. People on the streets want something from you? *Brain collapses*". However, i'm feeling better today (is it because i haven't gone outside yet?), and it already seems to me that things are going to be ok in the nearest future (and the whole perspective looks pretty good). I mean, look at this new zealand passport holders visa requirements map!




My mornings will start (earlier than Boyfriend's which is nice, i don't like to/just can't sleep more then 5-6 hours) with a coffee to go, gum and a long-long walk up/down hills to my university. I compare my ~passion~ to coffee and gum to drinking alcohol / smoking cigarettes habits. I especially like chewing gum when i drink coffee, like some people smoke only when they drink duh. I even suspect that i chew gum in the same situations as smoking person would reach for a cigarette.

My first day as a Fine Arts student is tomorrow, so when just arrived, we went to look at what our places of study look like. Here's our favorite spot:

The clock tower (Old Arts Building) on the City campus

And here's the emblem of the University of Auckland: kiwi! stars! book with a cute cover!


Truth is, there's always been a problem between me and socialization. Even if i don't find anyone who i could be friends with, it would be perfectly fine if i could just stay by myself. The problem is that people don't usually leave you alone. They start asking you questions/making fun of you + you risk to be remembered/treated as a creep. And that's just how every public educational institution work, *sigh*.

Anyway, tomorrow i'll officially be a student, so today i want to write about another favorite artist of mine (it's supposed to help me not to feel nervous so much) whose art Boyfriend showed me when i first came to his apartment. 

DINO VALLS

i realized, i saw his work once when i was 15 but i didn't know who the author was and there was no google picture search back then. 



His skills is the first thing people talk about when they talk about Dino Valls. Actually, it often upsets me when I see attractive ideas but the technique is lacking. For example, all Shintaro Kago's drawings from the "Art of Shintaro Kagoseries (we have two complete collections of these little albums ^_^). He has several good looking posters, but the drawings from his albums are just 10-minutes sketches.

And sometimes, there's nothing but good skills which I also find depressing.

Dino Valls is nothing like that. He's a full set. He's flawless. I adore how he decided to imitate the techniques from the 15-17 centuries. He even uses egg tempera!





From now on I'll call myself a pagan, but only artists will be my gods.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Pink pigtails

Almost three years ago I bought my first pink wig. I came to a fancy dresses shop with a girlfriend and saw it and put it on and fell in love with it. But! I had no money, so I needed..


"MUM! I WANT A PINK WIG! MUM!"


hehe (¬ ‿ ¬) 

However, there were several problems with it:
  • I had long hair, and there was almost no space under the wig to fit them underneath.
  • I couldn't make pink braids, because the wig wasn't long enough.
  • It was getting too uncomfortable after several hours of wearing it.
And then ideas started to pop into my mind. Should I dye my hair pink? But how about ~all natural~ thing? Moreover, I'll probably damage my hair. And I also will need to dye my hair roots every two weeks.  So, I'd been postponing it for a v long time.


It was November 12 when I tweeted about my "future plans": 
  • pink hair!
  • braces!
  • new rollers skates (I hope, they have size 39)!


But then again, I was scared. Boyfriend told me to think well about it, but he also said he will be ok with it if I decide to finally dye them.

We came to his favorite hair salon, where he always does his haircut, and asked them to dye my hair pink and pointed to the pink sampler they gave to us. They dyed my hair, they did. But what they did NOT do was bleach my dark blond hair first. I cried so hard when I saw the result, I didn't want to take off my beanie. I couldn't understand why, but Boyfriend liked my new hair. I still wanted to cry (and at the first time did) every time I passed the mirror though. 

Here's a picture from the after-halloween morning (I'm a rilakkuma girlfriend, if you didn't get it), you can see my i-don't-even-know-how-to-call-this-colour hair:


A couple of months passed when I woke up one Monday morning and told Boyfriend straight away: "I want my hair pink! But, like, for real this time."

We came to that salon again, but this time I took a picture with me, and Boyfriend made sure they understood that they need to bleach me first.


Bleached! Boyfriend said I looked like this (◕‿◕✿):

Everything seemed ok, so when Boyfriend said he needed to go, I said "Alright, you can go." He double checked that the colour I was going to be dyed was pink ("this is a pink hair-dye, right?") and then he left.

AND THE NIGHTMARE BEGAN. They dyed my hair, then washed it several times with shampoo and all the other things, and then I looked at myself in the mirror and saw this:


You know, there's this infinite question "Why do old women dye their hair purple?". Obv, I don't know the answer, but what I know is that I saw a purple-dyed granny for the first time in Moscow when I was 4. And the last I saw a purple-dyed granny was not so long ago in Tokyo. They're everywhere, it's not a myth!

When it was time to blow-dry my new hair, the owner of the salon came to me.
"So.. you think it's not pink?"  
WHAT? IS IT A JOKE? "Well, it's purple, it's grey, but it's definitely not pink, right." 
"Oh, it's because we didn't have a pink hair-dye, we only had this one, but your hairdresser thought it'll be ok." 
WHAT? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US THIS BEFORE YOU DAMAGED MY HAIR, YOU BITCH? "Oh." 
"You can come here every day, and we'll try to wash this colour off, and then we'll dye your hair pink on Friday when we receive the right hair-dye." 
WHAT? YOU KNEW YOU DIDN'T HAVE THE RIGHT HAIR-DYE, YOU KNEW IT'LL ONLY COME ON FRIDAY, BUT YOU DYED MY HAIR THE WRONG COLOUR ANYWAY?! "..." 
"You know my number? Call me and tell what time will be convenient for you." 
BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH. "mmrrhmr" 
"Here, take this shampoo, it's a present from my salon! Call me!"
She even sent us a letter in english:


To Mikhail Svetov and GirlFriend:
"I'm Tagawa Misako. TimTagawa (the name of the hair salon) chief. 
This time is very sorry. 
Please you call me Friday.
Because, I work outside studio Aoyama on Wednesday and Thursday.
If Mikhail calls me on Wednesday or Thursday OK.
Because Mikhail speaks Japanese.
Please, call us. We'll wait your call us."
Of course, we never called.

"Why why why is this happening to me? What's wrong with this place?!" I got on a train and hurried to meet Boyfriend.
"Neeeeh .·´`(>▂<)´`·."
"What is it? What's wrong? I wasn't able to go online.""Look what they did to my hair! I look like a little granny!""... What happened? Why did they do this to you?""Neeeeh .·´`(>▂<)´`·." 
It was almost 8pm. Harajuku. Boyfriend was as angry as I was sad.
"Choose a place, and we'll go there, wash this granny-colour off and make it pink, ok?"
But it wasn't that easy. My hair were bleached and dyed an hour ago, and there was only one way to make them pink  bleach them again and then dye them again. How will my hair look like after all this?

We came to a hair salon in front of our gym, and Boyfriend explained the situation to the stuff. They said they'll try their best, cut off a lock of my hair (to try different kinds of dyeing) and asked us to come the next day.

The hairdressers were no less than magicians. They didn't dye me again but tried to wash the purple off with a special shampoo. Then, they dyed it pink without letting my hair dry, to make them light pink, as I asked.


I tried hard not to burst into tears right on the chair, because I was worried that the stuff will misapprehend the situation.

Now, my hair have a perfect shade of pink (lots of shades actually, because some locks still remained purple), not damaged at all. And I now can make pink pigtails! Because why to dye hair if not to make varicoloured pigtails!

P.S. Hmm.. This incident at the first hair salon. it's still a mystery for us, what happened there. Why, keeping in mind that they didn't have the right hair dye, they said they had it and dyed my hair purple? I know about this japanese feature not to tell the bad news till the dead end. For instance, a japanese guy won't tell you he can't go to Disneyland with you on  this weekend. When the time will come, he'd rather ask you to postpone it for a week and the next weekend he'll tell you that he won't go, apologizing a lot. Never mind, that every one would've win if he'd told that he can't do it right away. Was the situation the same with that hair salon? I will never know. But my hair are finally pink (no more purple/violet no no) and you'll see more pictures of my pink pigtails on instagram soon. OINK!

P.P.S. Another hair-dye colour I like as much as pink is Coraline's blue!

(I don't think it'll look good on me though. At least I have the same yellow gumboots as her!)

Sunday, February 16, 2014

STOKER / TIDELAND / LAWN DOGS

The most frequent question I get, along with "what's wrong with you?", is "can you send me this list of your favorite movies about girls?" The answer is always "er ok", however, every time this question appears in my ask box (or wherever else), I think of finally starting to write about them here.

I'm a kind of person who enjoys watching somebody's (especially girls') stories, to observe their behaviors, to mark their oddities etc. That's why I can rewatch movies countless times without getting bored once they become my favorites. I like to literally "learn how to live" from the protagonists of this movies. I'm a bunch of girls.

The first three movies are about not-really-mentally-normal girls?

s t o k e r



Young girl + her uncle appearing from nowhere =
cannibalism, piano lessons, saddle shoes and ice-cream


How cool is that Chan Wook Park, aka the director of the Oldboy, was the one who got the screenplay out of the "Black List" of best unproduced screenplays and directed it by himself turning it to eye candy!


So, India Stoker loses her father whom she was very attached to, and had no choice but to live with her kinda crazy mother. Then, the uncle Charlie appears, and the fun begins. They're now partners in crime (but literally), they eat people's flesh together, play piano together, she masturbates on how he murders her schoolmate with the belt, and then she enters the game.

p.s. she could be really good pals with Kevin (from the "We need to talk about Kevin") .

Also:

Good point, especially when you advocates the legalization of shooting/selling/buying pornography.

t i d e l a n d


A twelvie + drug addicted parents (dead) = hanging with retarded strangers in the company of the talking barbie heads and squirrels


The most disturbing movie with a little girl as a protagonist I've ever watched. Although, the film made me feel strange/confused/depressed, after thinking over it for a couple of days (or weeks, i can't really remember as I watched it a long time ago) I realized that I'm in awe and rated it 8 (= "wow i like it!").

The main character is a twelvie named Jeliza-Rose, a daughter of the drug addicts who die leaving her at her own. However, she doesn't realize that her father is dead even when he begins to decompose (I warned ya!), and continues spending her days chatting with the barbie heads and squirrels until she meets her autistic neighbor and his witch-like sister. Boom. Adventure time.


p.s. i like this "movie experience" review, 90% agree:
I have never been so terrorized while watching a movie. The tension in this film is so greatly created but it makes you want to leap out of your seat, dash down the aisle, and never think about kissing again. I felt the need to take a long, hot shower after this film, as it left almost a pile of dirt on each my shoulders. 
When coming out of movies, I can usually express right away the emotional turnout the film provided but this left me bewildered, stunned, shocked, more adjectives. 
The art direction was probably some of the most beautiful I've seen, but it's hard to appreciate a film when you keep turning away and groaning in agony at what could happen next. I suggest seeing the film, as it is masterfully done and quite beautiful, but be prepared to be repulsed and saddened by all that you see.

l a w n  d o g s



An odd 10 years old from a wealthy family a poor lawn guy living in the woods escaping from reality


The film is about listening to what this little girl, Devon Stockard, has to say and watch all the things she thinks she has to do, whether it's putting a fly on a cookie instead of a raisin,  or urinating on a windshield of a car, or howling at the full moon on the rooftop naked, or walking down the road shoeless.


This movie is also about being an outcast labeled "trash" and treated respectively, living life in a trailer in the woods aka Baba Yaga house (Devon said it!) and not being able to afford anything but afterwork beer. Everything will be ok though, she will help the guy to escape from his life even if the help of the gun will be needed.


All three films are about exchanging. Girls vs Men. They open something in each other, show each other things they didn't know before. And it's the most beautiful thing from both points of view. A little girl giving a man something he was missing. A man realizing he purely enjoys spending time with a girl without feeling bored.

These films were rated R (Restricted. Children under 17 require accompanying parent or adult guardian), by the way. Cruelty, disturbance, violence,  offensive language. Why to show your kids all that when you can just throw them to school! I got it. But also: you're wrong.

Friday, January 31, 2014

Eye Candy [ z h a n g p e n g ]


I just learned about Zhang Peng, a photographer/painter from China, whom TrevorBrown wrote about in 2008(?). I think, T. was inspired by him, because some of their works are pretty similar.

"Teddy Bear Operation" vs "Made in China No.1" ?



"The Butcher" vs "Made in China No.2" ?



Whatever. Zhang Peng makes cool pictures, true. I don't like his paintings though, so I'd rather write about his photographs. Speaking of which, I think that his latest work, "Made in China" series, is his best project so far (not sure if he's going to continue his career):




These two are my favorites!




However, the series differs from the rest of his works.
Generally, Zhang Peng looks like this:





And the wiki article on him is just hilarious: "Zhang Peng is determined and serious about his art. His works are different from the works of other artists of his age (duh) ... The red used in Zhang Peng's paintings and full-color photographs symbolize either China itself or blood." Or both, haha. Sorry.

But I like this piece about the artist concept (the statistics are interesting):
His intentions are to create a visual contradiction that represents the current problems in China due to the ever-growing modernization. One of those problems is the gross overpopulation of the country. Because of the one-child policy, families are being selective about the gender of their babies. Boys have traditionally been more desired. In order to ensure the birth of boy, families resort to a number of different methods, including having early-term abortions with the discovery of a girl fetus. Because of this, China now has the greatest difference in sex ratio, with males outnumbering females by 35 million. Zhang Peng’s image of girl dolls symbolizes the discrimination against young girls in China and the injustices they endure.
He also shoot 4 videos, and I want you to watch at least these two of them:

1 video: two little uber cute-ly dressed girls start to tease a man, then dress him up, then undress him again, then try to decorate him with beads, then threaten him with a rifle(?), then dress him up again etc.

In the 2 video one of the girls operates on a man and removes a baby doll out of his stomach.