i need a print of this full scale on my wall.
medievalpoc: Contemporary Art Week!
Los Angeles native and New York-based visual artist Kehinde Wiley has firmly situated himself within art history’s portrait painting tradition. As a contemporary descendent of a long line of portraitists—including Reynolds, Gainsborough, Titian, Ingres, and others—Wiley engages the signs and visual rhetoric of the heroic, powerful, majestic, and sublime in his representation of urban black and brown men found throughout the world.
By applying the visual vocabulary and conventions of glorification, wealth, prestige, and history to subject matter drawn from the urban fabric, Wiley makes his subjects and their stylistic references juxtaposed inversions of each other, forcing ambiguity and provocative perplexity to pervade his imagery. Wiley’s larger-than-life figures disturb and interrupt tropes of portrait painting, often blurring the boundaries between traditional and contemporary modes of representation and the critical portrayal of masculinity and physicality as it pertains to the view of black and brown young men.
1. Down With a Bullet, 2011., 2. Femme Piquee par un Serpent, 2008, oil on canvas. 3. Matador, 2009. Oil on paper 57.5” x 134.5”., 4. Sleep, 2008. Oil on canvas 132” x 300”.
relief on textiles. disturbingly beautiful
Part of the ”CHANGING TIME textile 2012-13” Series
"Changing Time" insert 3D
Relief on Textile, Installations with Variable Measures
how do artists have the capital to generate works like this?
‘The Cure For Greed’ is a project by artist and designer Diddo. It consists of an injection kit featuring a 24-karat gold plated syringe and a single 5 ml dose of dollar ink recovered from approximately $10,000 in US currency.
music for getting it done.
Source: SoundCloud / Skratch Bastid
one of my most vivid memories of my dad is from when i was a little girl around 7 years old. he was on the phone talking about a job site and laughing with a full belly. sitting on his lap swinging my legs, i stacked all the loose change discarded on his desk and under his office chair. i closely studied the mint date on each of the coins fascinated by how many hands had held each one. i hunted for a perfectly worn one with a lot of history and love that i could hold on to. i miss the tart smell of metal and dirt from my hands and how the thick smell of sawdust and sweat filled his office. now it’s a laundry room, slowly fading into clean linen.