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Jean Giraud in Appreciation

When I started getting interested in art I was primarily concerned with the idea of telling stories with highly impactful images – in essence the reason I initially got started making images was because I wanted to make comic books. Two artists were the most responsible for my initial desire to draw; Jack Kirby and Jean Giraud, whom I only knew at the time as “Moebius”.

While Jack Kirby’s drawing and ideas are the archetype of the silver age of American comics, Moebius introduced me to a very different approach to comic images. Kirby’s work – aggressive and dynamic, filled with motion and energy became the perfect foil for me when I first encountered Moebius work. His lines were spare and sinewy, perfectly drawn – seemingly without effort. The approach was cool and controlled. The images were spare and at the same time could probably not hold another element in the frame if they even needed to. In essence they were perfect. This initial introduction to his work was through his epic storyline The Airtight Garage of Jerry Cornelius.

I was too young to know it, but at the time what I was reacting to was that these images were to me outside of the realm of comics, but at the same time firmly inside it (if not at the top of it). It was these pointers to the outside that kept me going back to Moebius. It was an everything quality – high tech gondolas to low tech monuments – a combination of the past working in harmony with the future. In the age where the movie “Blade Runner” showed a dystopian view of the past and the future, this showed us the opposite.

Later I would learn more about Moebius, (his westerns and other stories) but at that point it was almost too late. I was hooked.

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Photos of the end of CBGB’s & OMFUG

I stumbled over these at the amazing blog “Dangerous Minds” and thought it might have some interest to anyone who might be looking. Normally I would shy away from someone who just took a bunch of photos – these are a bit different seeing as they are by Chris Stein (of Blondie, Adolph’s Dog and TV Party fame – I know I probably could have stopped at Blondie…). I think the source in this case is worth mentioning seeing as he was there for pretty much the entire run of Hilly’s bar.

Eventually these will interest anthropologists as they find layers and layers of counter-cultural graffiti and stickers creating a historical layer of exactly what happened at 315 Bowery

Visit Chris Stein’s blog at rednight.net

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“the Bathroom”

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Anthony Wilson is still missed.

Factory Records founder Anthony H Wilson died in August 2007. Just over three years later, a memorial headstone designed by Wilson’s long-term collaborators Peter Saville and Ben Kelly was unveiled in The Southern Cemetery in Chorlton-Cum-Hardy, Manchester.

The black granite headstone carries a quote, chosen by Wilson’s family, from The Manchester Man, the 1876 novel by Mrs G Linnaeus Banks (aka Isabella Varley Banks), the story of one Jabez Clegg and his life in Victorian Manchester.

Tony Wilson’s coffin is “Fac 501”.

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File under "irony"

I tend to stay away from this sort of thing, but the BP spill is so bad and even worse – how it’s been handled. It’s a crime on so many moral levels it’s hard to even see or talk about in depth. At the end of the conversation you are just looking at the person you are talking to and practically making mouth sounds to hold the anger and sadness in. I’m sure this has been all over the internet – but it is, as Alanis would say, like a black fly in your chardonnay.

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In Artforum no less…

Sarah K. Rich made my day yesterday when I sat down to read a bit of the recent Artforum. Unfortunately it sometimes takes someone’s death to trigger a critical response about recent trends and ideas that seem to be on the way towards canonization. In her obituary for Kenneth Noland, Ms. Rich starts with an assumption that she finds (happily) to be false about the preciousness of an art object once Mr. Noland has finished, as well as the energetic physical engagement towards his finished art object.

Let me cut to the chase here; The part of this article that impresses me – and gives me hope for future critics and curators is this:

“Now that we are several decades down the hill of popular culture, and we’ve all gotten a better idea of how frenzied and mind-numbing kitsch can be, the formalist advocacy of work that might give the viewing subject a place for the exercise of sustained and quiet attention doesn’t seem like a bad idea.”

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

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