The Society of Illustrators pt.1...

When in New York, we all set out for a little visit to the Society of Illustrators gallery. Unfortunately at the time, i didn't have my camera on me to document the excursion, instead making do with my notepad, i jotted anything down that held my attention. It was a fantastic little place and a gorgeously constructed exhibition, sublimely displayed. 

The first thing I'd like to mention is this new Nokia Vine application. I didn't manage to catch who it was done by exactly but there was this smooth little video showcasing the application's many benefits. 

I find it quite surreal how far advanced this kind of technology has expanded so quickly and efficiently. Although, personally, i hold no major reliance upon this kind of thing and generally hate the type of convenience it encourages. I find it simply a money marketing scheme. Saying that, i do hypocritically comply with the people behind these kinds of ideas, only to the degree of attaining such an ability to nurture the aesthetics of appeal and public interest in the interest of broadcasting inventions that invite a positive change. 

A little bit of MoMA pt.7...

I've come across Andy Warhol on quite a few other occasions for instance when i ventured to Berlin not too many years back i managed to see some of his invigorating prints that took up entire two floor walls. They are undoubtedly compelling.

Pop art is something i tend to bemusely sigh at really. I find it influential and inspiring just as much as the next art lover but in all of its glory it just sometimes seems silly. The premise of it all falls on its back in such a world where replications become recurrences and recurrences become replications. They are still, ordinary, recycled.

Fantastic to see the soup cans in a gallery.

A little bit of MoMA pt.6...

Although, as surreal as it was to gaze upon this piece with my own eyes, i thought it possessed something quite inexplicable.

There are natural expectations and assumptions made with how such an artistic piece is to be able to affect someone.

In this case, you would assume that there would be quite a pertinent change when baring witness to something like this that attains such a dexterous calibre.

Unfortunately from my own personal perspective, i thought it was rather wank.

Seemingly, from first glance it does embody some form of an evocative ambience, but after a while, i find it just becomes dwindled by an underlying and impending stigma of defiled vibrance.

It feels almost tainted to a degree.

Strange but at the same time illuminating at how my own perception of such a great piece can instinctively change when perceived in the flesh.

A little bit of MoMA pt.5...

Hypnotising...
Profusely visceral...
Intensely evocative...
Magical...
...and huge!

A little bit of MoMA pt.4...

I've seen this photograph many a time before and i really kinda like it. The perspective is unusual and the model fits the movement, it is an unorthodox frame but moulds well as a composition, also considering the monochrome palette.

This was pretty much the only photographic image in MoMAs collection that really caught my eye as the majority were emphatically portrait-based and seemingly mundane but this definitely brightened my day.  

A little bit of MoMA pt.3...

This guy is high on my hero list. He's some kinda Santa Claus. After studying him for quite some time i found out, it is said that he was allegedly shot down from a warplane, crashed unconscious and was revived back to full health by a couple of locals who pasted his body in animal fat and then wrapped him in felt in order to keep him warm. This was considered the epitome of his artistic pioneering. Ever since then the way his work has expanded is a matter of momentum so it seems. No matter how much of a necessity there may be to negate his past, it becomes irrelevant in relation to the way in which he has cleverly mastered the logistics of the era in which he was present and eveything he did to make such a hardened mark as a political activist. Beautiful work to see in the flesh, never thought i'd see the day.

He combined his life with art...quite a sincere sacrifice if you ask me!

A little bit of MoMA pt.2...

I have come across Hans Bellmer in the past and I studied him briefly over the course of my first year. I first witnessed this fetishistic sculpture in all its glory in the Liverpool Tate gallery. It's quite relenting to see with your own eyes. Its one of those kind of pieces that envelops itself, to be able to see it from every angle, an affirming and discomforting resonance becomes present, and at the same time it occupies more of an embellished sense of beauty. Rather than just looking at it upon a computer screen, it cannot be encapsulated. I definitely did not suspect such a piece to have been part of MoMAs collection, it was quite a smiley surprise.

This piece merely acts as the perverse ingredient into which an erotic blend of naivety and temptational desire fervents the youthful feminity of a childlike infancy and brands a new-found semblance of sexuality and maturity. The piece as a singular element resists this incarnation, only through the photographic lens can it be accomplished and through Bellmer's personal experiences of carnality is it truely revealed. I just find his photographs undoubtedly enlightenening. There is an unsettling authenticity evident within them to the point where they also most seem unfathomable.

A little bit of MoMA pt.1...

I think one of the most special things from going to the MoMA in New York was a very small corner displaying a selection of some very eclectically astounding Polish posters. I have seen this one before many a time across the web but to set eyes on it in the flesh is oh-so-much-more mesmerising. Personally i never grew much of a great fondness for the Polish shizzle but when having the opportunity to square up to one of these, an inch away from the composition, there is an underlying quality of illustrative grandeur they unseemingly possess that just cannot be ignored. They become so much more admirable and indulgent. I wanted to steal them and place them all above my bed to remind me on a daily basis of what illustrative awesome-ness is out there.