Francis Alÿs
The Nightwatch
Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.
I wish I was that fox.
My friend studies fine arts, for one of her projects she has written a short passage and sent it to a number of people, who reply their own artistic response.
It’s about ideas, and how the physical realisation of ideas can often seem pretty lame after they have been in your head for a while. And some other philosophical things about conceptual art. In the passage, the whole theme comes across through a conversation two friends have whilst sitting in a quarry, one of whom is fantasising about building a giant sculpture to be placed right in the center of it.
Here is my response, classified under ‘a drawing a day’, which I have been neglecting slightly. It is literally the passage printed on tracing paper, topped off with a brain made out of pink blu-tack. Enjoy.
Newest creation. I want to make a giant one of these. As big as a garage.
(Source: letmyinspirationflow)
“The Loch Ness Monster’s Song” - A poem by Edwin Morgan.
Enjoy.
“a drawing a day” is turning into “an assignment a day”. Possibly for the next week. To relieve the guilt, and to procrastinate doing this essay, here is something I did a while ago.
ADraDa 12 - Some rocks in a stream (oil pastel and felt pen on paper). I just watched a documentary on Monet so it kind of had to be done.
An Experiment on a Bird in an Air Pump - Joseph Wright of Derby (1768)
“…the Bird for a while appear’d lively enough; but upon a greater Exsuction of the Air, she began manifestly to droop and appear sick, and very soon after was taken with as violent and irregular Convulsions, as are wont to be observ’d in Poultry, when their heads are wrung off: For the Bird threw her self over and over two or three times, and dyed with her Breast upward, her Head downwards, and her Neck awry.” - Robert Boyle
