Candy Pain Villages

VIDEO HAS SOUND HOVER CURSOR OVER VIDEO TO UNMUTE Sounds and visuals by the artist Alone in the village square, surrounded by roses, peonies and hearts-ease, witness the existential and endless grey monotony of living inside the herbarium. Pops of whitish pearls and frosted dominoes in purple and scarlet are caught in entropic covers. Wreaths of metallic oranges hold no sway over the mineral blue skies. Whilst threading a needle and going thirty times around the wheel, jolts of acidic pink give over to a mighty trap door. Roiling, roiling, basalt towers expunge their anodyne vanilla bouquet into clarified butter and marvellous flights of cryptic birds. Shrieking down the alleyways they encounter nothing but coral red, green and mauve aspersions. Wind and water wend their way through the tree of crystal jade, slow movement of a fuchsia forested gyre.
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1/1
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MP4 Digital Video
Dimensions
2560 x 1440
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For artists, new media can create two things. The first is a novel set of tools to represent established visual ideas; the shiny new oil paints of the Renaissance led to shiny new renditions of the Baptism of the Virgin. The second is the realization that new materials create new art forms, which both annihilate and embrace the old ones. Picasso fractured the constructed object-in-space of the Renaissance, thanks to the museums. Now, not lapis lazuli in linseed oil, but light, not found objects, but found digital configurations. The unfolding of art through time is both metaphorical and simply concrete. A work of digital art starts at 0:01 and finishes at 1:22 and we can prove it. Can the matter of art be created and destroyed? My work is an ongoing meditation on the shape of this question. My vocabulary of metamorphizing forms, textures, colors and paradoxical spaces may suggest some soaring metaphysical intelligence, or a small moment on an ancient forest floor where the heroine is getting her nails very dirty digging into a story. I create my own soundtracks, and animate my own images. Forms, sounds and time appear as a single organism to the viewer, but appearances are deceptive. They are a result of my method - "Disegno" as they used to call it.

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