Tagged — Jamie Lyons
Public art is a reflection of how we see the world – the artist’s response to our time and place combined with our own sense of who we are.
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Resistance 2020
We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.Stephen King Halloween 2020. The year we learned that the real monsters don’t wear masks. They’re invisible, airborne, and they don’t give a shit about your plans. So here’s some beautiful lunatic in Santa Cruz, climbing up on a bronze surfer, making their own […]
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Absolute Solipsism 2020
All I maintain is that on this earth there are pestilences and there are victims, and it’s up to us, so far as possible, not to join forces with the pestilences. Albert Camus, The Plague So here we are. Day whatever-the-fuck of the new normal that isn’t normal at all. Just you, me, and that […]
ReadEngineering 2019
Byxbee Landfill Park – Pole Field, 1991 American cities are like badger holes, ringed with trash — all of them — surrounded by piles of wrecked and rusting automobiles, and almost smothered with rubbish. Everything we use comes in boxes, cartons, bins, the so-called packaging we love so much. The mountains of things we throw […]
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Wanderlust 2017
Here’s the thing about Burden’s forest of castiron streetlamps standing there like some municipal graveyard outside LACMA: it’s the kind of gorgeous, stupid, absolutely necessary gesture that makes you want to laugh and weep simultaneously. Two hundred and two vintage lampposts salvaged from the gutted streets of Los Angeles, arranged in rows like soldiers who’ve […]
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Industries 2016
The universe is real but you can’t see it. You have to imagine it. Once you imagine it, you can be realistic about reproducing it. Alexander Calder Look at this thing. Sitting there outside the law school like some kind of predatory bird that decided mid-flight to just fucking freeze, arrested in steel, suspended in […]
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FalseArt 2015
I don’t know what Chris Marker was smoking when he assembled this film, but Jesus Christ, the archaeology of our disposable souls rendered in busted transistors and cracked plastic, every discarded thing a little tombstone for the five minutes we thought it mattered before we needed the new thing, the better thing, the thing that […]
ReadFalseArt 2014
Andres Amador is out there on some windswept strip of beach, dragging a rake through wet sand like some deranged Zen monk, creating beach art, massive geometric mandalas, that would make the ancients weep. Two hours of work. Maybe three if he’s feeling ambitious. Intricate, precise, beautiful beyond any reasonable measure of beauty. And then… […]
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