CBrajkovich Ramblings

Once again, it was a star-studded field of artists extraordinaire for Baby Tattooville 2011. It’s an exclusive and intimate look at some of the leading artists, and a week-long playground of interactions with them in the world of art that we all love. Though the entry price is a bit steep, this kind of event will leave memories that you’ll carry with you for life, so it’s pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime kind of moment (or string of them). To anyone who gets the chance to visit this yearly swim amongst the art stars, I say congratulations! I’ll admire from afar, and leave it to those who would just about do anything to be a part of it all.

Video of Baby Tattooville 2011 art jam (seriously would have loved to experience this): http://www.sketchtheatre.com/baby-tattooville/baby-tattooville-art-jam-2011/

– found through Arrested Motion post -> Baby Tattooville

Erwin Kho, a Rotterdam-based illustrator, makes statements with his adorable creations. For example, the image above shows an extract from a wall covering named Roots that depicts the possibilities of how Earth was inhabited by the forced migrations of smaller species to other land masses. It seems like this kind of creative ingenuity can awaken the minds of a child to all sorts of lessons that they’ll choose to seek because of what their eyes see. Erwin realizes that a curious mind can become an awakened mind with just a little push. He’s done many more series just like this one, so go check out his Behance profile page. With as many walls as we surround ourselves with, why not make dual use of even sections of them as storybook pages? After all, a mind is a terrible thing to waste (and so is wall space).

– found in Behance post

Looking through My Modern Met, I came across an artist whose work is showing in the Anthro[physis] exhibition at the Rivera Gallery. The concept is the relationship between humanity and its surrounding habitat. Néle Azevedo‘s pieces in particular caught my eye because of her use of ice sculptures. Melting Men is her contribution to the urban intervention project called Minimum Monument, which is a critical response to the various impacts of public monuments built for posterity in cities.

Néle intended these miniature ephemeral sculptures to be temporary remembrances of any person, with the collection taking on the importance because of their impact on our psyche. Their long-term memories exists in our minds and in our shared images, yet their disappearance speaks to the fleeting importance that we all have in the context of time. The number of melting sculptures countered the real-life permanent sculptures that existed in that city or town, so that their sheer numbers became the predominant comment towards the necessity of monuments.

It’s a pretty powerful statement for us to think deeper into the commemorative decisions that we make, so that we take more into account than we currently do. Are there better ways to commemorate a person’s contribution to society that don’t have to become grand building projects? Did the people even get any opportunity to comment on their creation? And what about those hidden masses who do just as much, but are barely even thanked? Some things to think about…

As Néle chooses to ask, how do we fit into this world?

Nature always knows how to make the perfect melody of color, light, and movement. The fog bank flowing over Conzelman Road in San Francisco was captured by Terance Chang in this quietly majestic image that takes your breath away. Doesn’t it remind you of a quiet winter morning during the holiday season? Check out Terance’s Flickr page to see some more beautiful fog captures. The man knows his weather patterns, and nature continues to inspire.

-found through My Modern Met post

A tweet sent me to the site called Letters of Note, which had me perusing out of curiosity. The letters are an amazing glimpse into the minds of some of the most historical people of time past and present. But considering that I’m a writer who grew up with science fiction, the letter above caught my attention. Isaac Asimov wrote many of the books that got me hooked onto the genre (though there were many, many more inspirations, he was my first). He opened my eyes and mind to possibilities that transferred me to an alternate place in my universe. Reading the words above, it’s no mistake why he became a writer. It’s also pretty evident that I have so much inspiration to follow that I can’t do anything but what I chose to do. Write. Create. Try.

p.s. Seriously go read some of the letters that are posted there. You will find something that will inspire your actions.