It's almost December and I haven't posted anything for the month of November. I've been a bit busy, making drawings for a drawings show (see Two Coat's of Paint).
I've also got a show opening in Philly at Grizzly Grizzly called Southern Cross.
Here are some recent drawings and paintings.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
An actual proposal I sent to a museum in South Carolina, with drawings and photos of the recent GIAF Install
Christopher
Moss
1979
Bedford Avenue #2
Brooklyn,
New York 11225
htp://christophermoss.neoimages.net
646
671 XXXX
Proposal:
The
nine drawings and several documentary photographs included in this
proposal are examples of how I could alter an exhibition space with a
sculptural installation. The work takes imagery and ideas from my
paintings and renders them in three dimensions.
The
first installation of this work was a part of the Governors Island
Art Fair, a yearly event that takes place in an old coast guard
barracks on Governors Island, just off the lower tip of Manhattan.
The decommissioned operations base was turned over to the people of
New York in 2003 and since 2008 has been host to a growing and
changing city park, historic landmark and a cultural events
destination. Governors Island's designation as New York's newest
public park became the core of my installation, a park within a park
and an ode to parks everywhere.
More
than just an inside-out room the installation provides a different
context to situate painting. The sculpture, fence, blue sky and
astroturf in the space mimics the depiction of a sculpture in the
painting on the wall. Sculpture then becomes a kind of recursive
painting, the room becomes a deadpan painting of itself. Other
possible iterations of this basic theme can be seen in the 9 drawings
I've included in the image portion of this proposal. A future
installation would, like the Governors Island piece, take into
account it's surroundings as well. It would become an ode to
Charleston I suppose, a place I once lived near and visited a number
of times.
Artists
Statement:
Through my work I attempt to examine the phenomenon of Papa Smurf as a metaphorical interpretation of both John Wesley's paintings and Andalusian sensibilities. What began as a personal journey has translated into images of spinach and toe that resonate with white people to question their own light blueness. My mixed media technique embodies an idiosyncratic view of ________, yet the familiar imagery allows for a connection between Harpo Marx and the Unicorn Tapestries.
Biography:
Christopher
Moss is an artist living and working in Flatbush, Brooklyn. He is a
recent recipient of a grant from Folsom Prison where he served time
for stealing mugs and tie clips from the gift shop of The Mutter
Museum in Philadelphia. Moss has exhibited in group shows at the
local Piggly Wiggly and Shaheen Fine Art in Cleveland, Ohio and, more
recently, had his first solo exhibition in February of 2011 at the
AFA Gallery in Scranton, Pennsylvania. Moss is a regular reader of
Artforum, October, Art in America, and Frieze. He graduated with a
BFA from Marywood University in 2000 and he received an MFA from CUNY
Brooklyn College in 2006. He fancies himself a comedian albeit
perhaps a not-very-funny one in the “LOL” sense. His artist
statement was written with the help of an artist statement generator
he found on the website 10gallon.com, which is to say it's mostly
made up but not entirely inaccurate.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
a confession, or a rug about a painting for a loby about an art exhibition, or something like that.
Recently I was invited* to participate in an exhibition that will take place in a lobby on 27th street in Chelsea. The curator mentioned he was thinking of making the lobby show about lobbies. I proposed to make a doormat for the exhibition. I had a plan I thought would be kind of funny, a photographic reproduction of one of my paintings on a doormat, and this is the painting I chose to use.
*I feel like I invited myself after interjecting in a twitter conversation that I'd made art about a bathroom before, which is true.
At 24 x 24 inches I knew from research it would be unsuitable for a 24 x 36 inch rug, so I cropped the image.
Still, I was unsatisfied with this result, as a rug it's the kind of thing only a mother (or in this case the artist who made it) could love. I'd found a few websites from which I could order any photograph on a door mat. All of the examples given on each of those websites were of people's pets or babies or crazy drunk uncles. Photos of pets on rugs, what could go wrong?
I hadn't really created something new, the photo of a painting on a rug seemed undigested, unprocessed and I thought it looked too much like very obvious product placement.
I'd only taken something (a painting) and done something to it (printed it on a rug). I still needed to do something else to it, at least according to the oft quoted (ad nauseum) Jasper Johns dictum. I don't believe in dicta or art-making checklists but my instincts told me to keep pushing this idea further. My instincts often tell me to shoot myself in the foot, repeatedly, and the results are either surprisingly great or terribly disappointing. Both outcomes are desirable, really.
Next step: I reduced the file size of my image to 24 x 36 pixels. Ordinarily reserved for editing digital photographs of paintings, I've been using photo editing programs for a while now; only recently have I been making such use part of my studio process (more on this later perhaps).
Now I had an image that was it's own thing, a little less connected to the source. A little more "about" the source. Clever (rolls eyes).
But I kept playing. Unsatisfied with what looked to me like an idea straight out of freshman level 2-D design class. I sharpened the colors more, I sharpened the colors until I could sharpen no more, the whole image reduced to basic CMYK printer's colors. I was destroying the image, completely obliterating any real reference to the source material. This was beyond clever, this was just plain stupid. But this whole idea of obliteration leading to creation is also deeply imbedded in both Modernist and Post Modernist cannons. (And really it's not that new of an idea at all, creation = destruction is evident in all art making).
Next I had to translate CMYK to RGB because that was closer to the palette of fabric dyes they use in manufacturing rugs. The first proof they sent me was awful, based as it was on the above CMYK color profile, everything about it was wrong.
Now that looks like a rug. Below is the proof they sent back, it's cute how they photoshop it into a real life scenario.
And below, at long last, is what I just got from the UPS guy, delivered for free, an edition of 10 (plus an artist proof) personalized rubber backed door mats.
And this is all I have to say about this exercise. A pretty door mat.
*I feel like I invited myself after interjecting in a twitter conversation that I'd made art about a bathroom before, which is true.
At 24 x 24 inches I knew from research it would be unsuitable for a 24 x 36 inch rug, so I cropped the image.
Still, I was unsatisfied with this result, as a rug it's the kind of thing only a mother (or in this case the artist who made it) could love. I'd found a few websites from which I could order any photograph on a door mat. All of the examples given on each of those websites were of people's pets or babies or crazy drunk uncles. Photos of pets on rugs, what could go wrong?
I hadn't really created something new, the photo of a painting on a rug seemed undigested, unprocessed and I thought it looked too much like very obvious product placement.
I'd only taken something (a painting) and done something to it (printed it on a rug). I still needed to do something else to it, at least according to the oft quoted (ad nauseum) Jasper Johns dictum. I don't believe in dicta or art-making checklists but my instincts told me to keep pushing this idea further. My instincts often tell me to shoot myself in the foot, repeatedly, and the results are either surprisingly great or terribly disappointing. Both outcomes are desirable, really.
Next step: I reduced the file size of my image to 24 x 36 pixels. Ordinarily reserved for editing digital photographs of paintings, I've been using photo editing programs for a while now; only recently have I been making such use part of my studio process (more on this later perhaps).
Now I had an image that was it's own thing, a little less connected to the source. A little more "about" the source. Clever (rolls eyes).
But I kept playing. Unsatisfied with what looked to me like an idea straight out of freshman level 2-D design class. I sharpened the colors more, I sharpened the colors until I could sharpen no more, the whole image reduced to basic CMYK printer's colors. I was destroying the image, completely obliterating any real reference to the source material. This was beyond clever, this was just plain stupid. But this whole idea of obliteration leading to creation is also deeply imbedded in both Modernist and Post Modernist cannons. (And really it's not that new of an idea at all, creation = destruction is evident in all art making).
Next I had to translate CMYK to RGB because that was closer to the palette of fabric dyes they use in manufacturing rugs. The first proof they sent me was awful, based as it was on the above CMYK color profile, everything about it was wrong.
Now that looks like a rug. Below is the proof they sent back, it's cute how they photoshop it into a real life scenario.
And below, at long last, is what I just got from the UPS guy, delivered for free, an edition of 10 (plus an artist proof) personalized rubber backed door mats.
And this is all I have to say about this exercise. A pretty door mat.
Labels:
art,
conflict,
door mats,
painting,
post modernism,
shooting oneself in the foot
Thursday, August 18, 2011
I've been working for the past couple of months on this new series, based on a painting and a whole lot of drawings that have been kicking around the studio for a couple of years now. It's nice to be able to work like this, since matriculating grad school in 2006 I've been in full on mad person mode, changing everything, flipping over rocks to see whats on the underside. Five years on I think I'm in a good place, finally comfortable with the new work and new ideas, finally able to guide the work instead of letting the work guide me.
Ayatollah, acrylic on masonite, 2011, 10 x 10 |
Sunday, June 5, 2011
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