Ogden Arts Festival This Weekend

I’ll be exhibiting a poster about future art this weekend at the Ogden Arts Festival.

The Details

June 29–30
Opening Reception Friday June 29 18:00–22:00
At the Union Station.

No One Belongs Here More Than You

No One Belongs Here More Than You

I love this site, I went through the entire site and I never do that!

A Really Great Photo Shoot

Denis Darzacq

One of the coolest alphabets I’ve seen

http://www.mmparis.com/thealphabet/index.html

The material of typography is the black, and it is the designer’s task with the help of this black to capture space, to create harmonious whiteness inside the letters as well as between them.

—Adrian Frutiger

Criticism for the 337 Project in Salt Lake City

I wish they would change the name of the project to The Shark Sandwich Project, that way all other critics could give it the appropriate two word review it deserves.

I am however impressed with it as a marketing campaign and must give Adam and Dessi Price kudos for that. This was a very nice creative way to get a few thousand people to know about your the upcoming super cool “two-car-garage-passive-solar-urban-living-lofts.” They have said that they wanted to live in a NYC type atmosphere so I guess they decided they would have to build a crack house, kick out all the artist, raise the prices, and let the yuppies move in! congratulations to them again for the completion of the crack house.

BUT! Please spare me the pain of hearing the term artist associated with this project. Of the 140+ people they have labeled artist at most 2 maybe 3 could qualify to be called such. Just as I wouldn’t qualify to be a doctor simply because I walked into a hospital with a stethoscope, so the participants of this project are as far from artist as I am from a doctor—a few more years of dedicated schooling and residency will do them some good.

And Finally My Cry to KEEP UNDERGROUND UNDERGROUND! it just isn’t pretty when one tries to bring it into the light!

337 Project » Salt Lake’s Attempt to Integrate ‘Art’ Into the Community—at Least for a Little While

This post was originally supposed to be serve as announcement about an upcoming art project 337 Project Which opens May 18th in Salt Lake City, but instead I feel like a pre-critique must be placed on the project. My comments are by no way intended to injure or offend the organizers of this project, instead I hope they make artist in general question what it means to create and really what are the goals that should be strived for. This pre-critique will cover three main things I have problems with—including: What the project communicates beyond the individual artist messages, The complete lack of an Objective, and third No spaces between words.

Afraid of Art/Artist But Don’t Want to Be Seen An Artophobe

Everyone has seen graffiti at some point in their life, yes even if you live in provo. but whether you view it is as art or nuisance depends on your education, background, or relationship to the property where it is present. I could keep going on this but this topic is better reserved for another article about graffiti. Instead I want to point out the convenience of this project with regard to it being in and around a building scheduled for demolition. The message being portrayed from this
is one that says art is frivolous. That statement, and this project are doing more to injure art than any spray-paint-vandal, or fascist regime ever could. The injury comes in the form of an accepting of the idea of Trial Runs or Safe Art. This idea of—I’m willing to let you “artist” create something, since I’m going to throw it away anyway—is not alright and devalues not only the individual artist but the art community in general.

Even the Non-Objective Artist had an objective

In our art starved region of the west this project illustrates just how many artist and how few patrons there are. 114+ plus artist who are desperately seeking recognition, voice, or simply something to fill their time with. I fear that this push with no real objective or theme will either a. turn the 337 into a craft fair featuring street artist, or b. create something that resembles a train wreck.

Your Voice is Stronger With Good Type

Perhaps this is case of hypocrisy, but then my site is really only read by 3 people and not meant to serve as a community invite, but the website 337project.org could be better. And as it appears that it will last longer than the actual building perhaps added emphasis into the website would be a better investment.

With all this said I’m really excited for them to open the doors on the 18th and prove me wrong

I invite everyone (all three of you who read this blog) to make an effort to be there on the 18th, unless you live in texas for example. The opening event should be a lot of fun and I’m interested to see if they truly changed the building into something that’ll compliment Art or grossly represent visual vomit attempting to call it self art.

Typographic | Nepotism

My brother John has been working on some really interesting RGTC Randomly Generated Typographic Compositions. The results are quite interesting and are worth checking out here.

When there is nothing to write about one has to make something.

“Are you handicap?” the lady in the blue moo moo ask me when the door slides open? It is late, I’ve been deathly ill and I’m still not feeling well, so my response may have been some what delayed, “Well if you Aint Handicap then your car is up stairs!” the rest of the room declares in a less than friendly tone. I back away somewhat frightened, somewhat apologetic that was when I noticed the sign seats 140- 175 upstairs.

When I finally sat down in an unoccupied seat I may have finally come to terms with the idea that 11:59 really isn’t the most magical time to leave a train station. A The train station, if you can call it that, in SLC really wasn’t much more than some parked cars a temporary building housing a few rows of discarded airport chairs with cracked and stained vinyl peeling from center, and chain link fence. I believe I was actually heading back to my auto when the conductor called out All Aboard! then confronted me head on and said “You board over here sir”— which I took to mean “if you go that way you are wuss, bock, bock, bock”. So telling myself that I was no chicken I boarded the train which leads you back my opening paragraph.

Currently I’m sitting in a friends loft in San Francisco high over Market Street and I’m really grateful I made the trip. I have so much more to write and promise to do so at the beginning of next week. I just wanted to give you all an idea of what I was up to and push down some of the older boring post.

Have a few minutes visit the ever amazing Marcfolio.com

I’m not sure when marc made the changes to his site last, but his latest edition is really fun. Visit the site then tell your friends!