Posts tagged ‘Art’

March 4, 2011

smiles all around

we’ve made it.

through february.

[an excerpt from elisabeth belliveau‘s wonderful book, ‘the great hopeful someday’]

miss belliveau has been at the forefront of the great inspirators of the ilhu industries ever since i picked up this book some years ago. some people turn to the bible or to that girl who write the harry potters [what’s her name?  doesn’t matter] for spiritual guidance and everything that is down and needing a great uplifting – well, i’ve been using TGHS as this type of guide ever since i laid my filthy paws all over it. [no seriously the once immaculate white cover shows the marked wear of a graphite abuser].

and recently a dear _r gave me her then newest book ‘don’t get lonely don’t get lost’ for x-mass and i just about wet myself.

don't get lonely don't get lost

i am constantly haunted by her writing – the story of being mugged in london has stayed with me ever since the night i cracked it open.

SO IT HAS BEGUN.  THAT LONG LETTING GO.

you get the idea.  i essentially covet e’s work and often find myself melding life scenes together in her line drawing style.

ALL THIS TO SAY

i am so so pleased to see that she will be showing her work at MONASTIRAKI [get there!]

opening tonight!

oh! can you just ~feel~ my excitement oozing out of your screen??

and if anyone has $500 kicking around, my love is once again officially for sale.

February 28, 2011

i could tell you about the river or we could just get in

 

OPENING THURSDAY MARCH 3RD AT 5

I COULD TELL YOU ABOUT THE RIVER OR WE COULD JUST GET IN

a text-based group show presented by art matters and les territoires

anxious about tomorrow’s installation, putting the finishing touches on my HIVE MIND piece.  i’ll also be showing my massive crocheted panel and TO THE FUCKING BONE.

so

opening is thursday!  be there!

Les Territoires
Belgo, suite 527
372 Sainte-Catherine street West
Montreal (Quebec)

February 3, 2011

be good // imbolc // our virus

sun room

 

be good

 

imbolc

 

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 

our virus is the sun.

our sublime slandering.

you are the opponent of the moral.

our love yawns.

selfish sin is dark, dissatisfied.

a parade of transcendental values.

our instinct for laughter.

our virus is virtue, infinite.

our brave chaos.

our gilded curiousity.

our bored metaphor.

secret selves grasped.

unspoken spiritualization suspended.

inner horizon of exultant multiplicity.

our glittering discipline.

our clumsy charm.

October 5, 2010

My Name Is

My name is heather utah and i’m a yarn bomber.
The proof is in the paper.

I learn from the best.

“Never lose hope, be persistent and stubborn and never give up.
There are many instances in history where apparent losers suddenly turn out to be winners unexpectedly, so you should never conclude all hope is lost.”

– Ted Kaczynski

eventually, there comes some semblance of recognition.   just – be sure you don’t kill any one in the process?
-the management

laurier and clark

September 15, 2010

Absorption Rates May Apply

today when walking to david’s tea i turned a corner and heard someone playing central park style piano with their 3rd floor apartment door open.
sometimes
i wonder

later that evening i had the immense honour of watching tarkovsky’s ZERKALO


less of a ‘movie’ and more of a cinematographic experience
even during a post-krushchev russia, tarkovsky managed to create a piece almost entirely devoid of political comment – even while including historical footage of war
the kind of film that tugs the back of your eyelids in lucid familiarity
after a spell of films that have left me desiring more, zerkalo is overflowing – above and beyond ART,,,,,

the film also features one of my favourite pieces by JS Bach Das alte Jahr vergangen ist
which is if not eerily similar to, reminds me of how i feel when i listen to C Cat Trance’s ‘Taksim

what do you think?

September 8, 2010

Zany Zine Zone

zine sun lovin’

the newest member of the 6PPP family is YARNBOMBING

01

deluxxe 1st edition of 20 come with 3 MINIBOMBS!

so, if you’re jonesing for some immediate tagging, i’d get it ASAP

July 22, 2010

bombs not guns

Now the rain’s like gravel on old tin roof
And the Burlinton Northern’s pullin’ out of the world
With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw.
And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all.

comfort tagging, yarn bombing, grafknitti [though i’m not much of a knitter]

st viateur and st urbain

laurier and clark

fairmount and parc ave

i do this for many reasons

like rebelling against the colour grey which we are coerced into having a relationship with in this disgusting urban environment

like opening up a dialogue with my fellow citizens.  living in a closed world, the subversive act of doing something unusual in a public space creates a safe place to ask the questions ‘what are you doing?’ ‘who are you?’

this is a good thing, i tell myself

this is not like dancing alone

this is like being something realer

this is reeling from the blow of returning to the [un]fair city.

the light here is not unlike trying to photograph heat
my keyboard is still set to german because i couldn’t stop writing about einstürzende neubauten

here’s to hoping my Ys and Zs are easilz transferable and feral enough to hold their own

in effort to not turn into a sponge, i created a little [semi small] art book of 10 mixed media drawings

duet cover

duet epic

to the mewling of our qat outside, i dreamed of hugging and running to the sea.

i wonder what that feels like.

July 5, 2010

word on the street

so tenderly detached / in contrapposto stance

we came

we saw

we burned

and we took names

chelsea lights

a bergamot embrace incinerating old spice
a hollow glance

following the spiders and pianos surrounding the city

speed painting in acrylic but not that kind

ilhu does union square

word on the street is i am not a painter

earl grey ice cream for lunch

the heat is pervasive

even upon my return

every step into sunlight is a constant reminder of my life there

there

in B R <3 <3 K L Y N

from across

speaking in ghost hands
these monsters know what’s in store
it is lemonade
it is burning
burning
burning

the false herbs return

it is not the same

word on the street is we are lonely for strangers

April 2, 2010

A New Primary Loser

pre show madness for the external masses

cone drone

cone tops

i took photos of the other 2 rgb pieces but they will look so much more interesting when installed.

in other news,
expanding my primary colours so expanding from the gallery will look a little less…..obvious.
you….didn’t think i was just going to ride this one safe, right?

primary

today i saw beautiful losers and i feel like it was one of those art films that i was supposed to feel UGH DAMN ARTISTS LOVING WHAT THEYRE DOING IS SO OBNOXIOUS but it WASNT!  as corny as it sounds, listening to these ‘diy-ers’ made SENSE.  it seems that the art industry is working backwards now – that this system is something that must be immediately sought after before one even has a chance to find something to say.  instead of making our own path and finding our own people, we are more or less coerced into these professional relationships and art taught the conventions without much thought to alternative.  the focus on our learning is of how to get people to notice us, how to make art watered down enough to be accepted by any number of juries or councils.  voiceless voided art is what will be rejected the least, according to the polls.

but who are these people?  where did they come from?  the dreckitudes of our society who make art because they make things that are missing in the world.  the purpose for making is an act in innovation because the things they like to look at don’t quite exist yet.  only after this does the filter kick in – would i show this to someone? yes or no.  make it happen.  it doesn’t take years to make a drawing.  it shouldn’t be a horrendous effort of haggling and begging to make what you feel is real.  just do it.  live off apples, sell your house and sleep in your studio.  what would you sacrifice to make what you want?

you are your own upper hand.  every moment is a ‘make it work’ moment.  if you want your work to be seen and you feel you have something to say, and hold the ability to say it with enough conviction, then you learn to make you own space to go along with it.  either way you’ll be working your ass off – who do you want to take the credit?

March 22, 2010

RGBRBGRBGRBRGBGRBGRBGRBGRB

stranger, strangest.

how does one start with this

plans

and end up with this?

glitch

i glitched one row, not even entirely sure how i was physically able to do so. after i accepted the fact that i ‘messed up’ [not even technically in my right mind at the time, either] i became hyper aware of every action i made. picking up a triangle and rhombus pair, i made sure i was sewing the right seam. but no! i made the same mistake, twice in a row.

at this point, it is best for both me and the piece to stop seeing each other.
scrap collage background.

gonzo detail

every photo i took of the pieces, the camera registered COMPLETELY different colours. i would have thought that the red green blue mix would have been perfect for electronic devices to pick up, but i guess its more of an output ability than an input one.

sitting in my studio, i am surrounded by these rather large tapestry like pieces on my wall. as i am writing this, i am slowly losing my vision in my right eye, the walls are vibrating so much. they water, and i cry, but for 2 very different reasons.

inner city

my favourite pattern of them all, but was the most difficult to design [surprisingly]  and the execution is definitely questionable. [see? k-kinda yellow]

in any case, i still have one more panel to make. ive decided to make this process a bit easier on myself and will stick to straight bars of colour, with varying widths? my plan with them is to back them to my helminthophobic landscapes.

inspired by very many things and a few people [always with the frustration], i am picking up where rgb sequin sequence left off.  i think.  i think its fairly obvious that i’m creating triggers using op art [a technique [not a genre] of art that i havent seen used very often].  searching excitement and immediate physical reactions using refracted light and fabric.

the drawings ive made on the hexagons are an amazing jumping off point for this endeavour.  the only problem ive been faced with, and has temporarily set me back from making more is the fact that i ran out of the original red pencil i was using.  i have another one but it wont last long.  these kinds of things never do.

rgb hexagon stair

rgb hexagon scan

exactly 23.5 years today, i have learned to be the pelagic shark.  in moments of pressure, stillness is what crushes you.  movement is always movement forward.  the smallest breath in the world is one small step out of this.  the efforts pay off, thankfully.  practice practice.  while i’m never quite sure if what im doing is any good is irrelevant [and somewhat impossible, for at this moment in time i cannot even SEE what i am doing] because THIS IS NOT A TEST.