If time is a Serpent jAHBULON is a fake - Designs make a Designer
A very nice person this week made a few questions about this Blog that made me think about a few things, so I found myself going through some old stuff.
One can be born an artist, but never a designer, while art is purely made of human sensibility, design is made of planning. In a true sense, any individual that like myself spent most of his/hers teens and adulthood making and executing projects, is a designer even if none of them is even art/design related.
Ok somebody that is likely to read this post once argued that an individual with that sort of skill is an engineer, and that same person pointed that somebody like me, with credentials in all three, art, design and engineering is possibly the last person to have an answer to that one,well I dont even have a reply to that affirmation of that fellow engineer.
Somebody else called me a marketeer, possibly an advertiser, and pointed that this design Blog has hardly any visuals, and questioned me about the reason why I protect my work so fiercely - I will answer that one again in a different time (read the bloody archived posts in the meanwhile).
So I thought about it and reminisced about things, mainly about my personal changes, from art to design and multimedia, and today finding some old pictures, decided to add some visuals to this Blog. The reason being my considerations about changing direction, a process detailed in this Blog superficially along the last two months or so.
These following ceramic works were produced in 2000, the last time I had any sort of art mentor, today a very famous artist, that still sends an Xmas card every year, this guy totally fell out with me once I decide to pursue my studies abroad, and changing direction one step further from arts, in a sense I feel quite apologetic about disappointing such a great master and teacher but life goes on.
Until 2000, I really didn't have any intention of producing any ceramics, but under my at the time mentor, I decided to give it a try, needlessly to say they would be very experimental ceramic tiles, that was the engineer in me.
The reliefs in these tiles are made of several types of glass, that me and my art teacher would hunt for in the night, they include car glass, bottle glass, several perfume bottles, and traffic light glass (don't ask how we managed to get this last type LOL). The result was my experiment of using several types of glass in the production of high temperature glass tiles. Due to the composition of the different types of glass, mainly the windshield glass,several other materials like plastic were present... which resulted in toxic fumes when opening the kiln after baking, and a very angry kiln operator and a formal written complaint...
So I am contemplating changes, and good memories of a once teenage artist that I hardly identify myself with presently. Transitions are necessary, life itself ceases once they cease, and of these change, good memories. And old gentleman that happens to be one of the greatest friends I ever had defines it:
"Bad things need not to be reminded, they are past, good memories are always present within us"
Enjoy theses works based on great memories, and think of the song "A whither shade of pale" by Procul Harum, it was playing on the radio as we read the formal complaint...
One can be born an artist, but never a designer, while art is purely made of human sensibility, design is made of planning. In a true sense, any individual that like myself spent most of his/hers teens and adulthood making and executing projects, is a designer even if none of them is even art/design related.
Ok somebody that is likely to read this post once argued that an individual with that sort of skill is an engineer, and that same person pointed that somebody like me, with credentials in all three, art, design and engineering is possibly the last person to have an answer to that one,well I dont even have a reply to that affirmation of that fellow engineer.
Somebody else called me a marketeer, possibly an advertiser, and pointed that this design Blog has hardly any visuals, and questioned me about the reason why I protect my work so fiercely - I will answer that one again in a different time (read the bloody archived posts in the meanwhile).
So I thought about it and reminisced about things, mainly about my personal changes, from art to design and multimedia, and today finding some old pictures, decided to add some visuals to this Blog. The reason being my considerations about changing direction, a process detailed in this Blog superficially along the last two months or so.
These following ceramic works were produced in 2000, the last time I had any sort of art mentor, today a very famous artist, that still sends an Xmas card every year, this guy totally fell out with me once I decide to pursue my studies abroad, and changing direction one step further from arts, in a sense I feel quite apologetic about disappointing such a great master and teacher but life goes on.
Until 2000, I really didn't have any intention of producing any ceramics, but under my at the time mentor, I decided to give it a try, needlessly to say they would be very experimental ceramic tiles, that was the engineer in me.
The reliefs in these tiles are made of several types of glass, that me and my art teacher would hunt for in the night, they include car glass, bottle glass, several perfume bottles, and traffic light glass (don't ask how we managed to get this last type LOL). The result was my experiment of using several types of glass in the production of high temperature glass tiles. Due to the composition of the different types of glass, mainly the windshield glass,several other materials like plastic were present... which resulted in toxic fumes when opening the kiln after baking, and a very angry kiln operator and a formal written complaint...
So I am contemplating changes, and good memories of a once teenage artist that I hardly identify myself with presently. Transitions are necessary, life itself ceases once they cease, and of these change, good memories. And old gentleman that happens to be one of the greatest friends I ever had defines it:
"Bad things need not to be reminded, they are past, good memories are always present within us"
Enjoy theses works based on great memories, and think of the song "A whither shade of pale" by Procul Harum, it was playing on the radio as we read the formal complaint...
posted by N at
7:32 PM
2 Comments:
Trouxe à memória os teus azulejos várias vezes nos últimos dias. Quase sempre quando sentado a beber cerveja à tua porta, no Cockpit.
Na altura em que estava a escrever aquelas peças de "memorabilia" no meu antigo blogue pensei em pedir-te autorização para me deixares fotografar os 4 ou 5 azulejos que me ofereceste.
Mas eles estão melhor aqui. No espaço do seu autor. Gostei de os rever. E de relembrar o seu tempo.
Um abraço.
S.
Oi S
Agradeco imenso a tua visita e comentario.
Ate certo ponto todo este blog tem uma audiencia particular, imagino que faca sentidos diferentes para individuos dentro e fora do contexto que foi esta evolucao. Certamente tem dois sentidos, um evidente e um subliminal. Responde a uma necessidade de explicar conceitos aparentemente vagos e comunicar a mensagem pessoal para pessoas que fizeram parte deste processo. Sera sem duvida dificil de digerir para alguns (mas nota que a "intensidade" aqui e intencional e regulada), mas nao e essa a intencao. Penso que vais gostar do proximo post imenso, apresenta uma amostra de "novidades" (lembras-te dessa palavra 365?).
Na verdade teriamos chegado a um tempo triste se tivessemos alguma vez uma disputa acerca copyright infringment, mas compreendo e aprecio o facto que ias pedir autorizacao para fotografar os azulejos. Vemos agora esses tempos menos nostalgicamente, e mais em termos biograficos, numa biografia interior, a nostalgia talvez fosse um pouco "infactuated", de uma maneira agradavel, mas que ja nao serve o proposito inicial.
Mas sabes, pouca gente hoje em dia ve o processo artistico como mais do uma tecnica de ganhar dinheiro e notariedade, vivemos numa decada de artistas e escritores confusos com o que se esta a passar no mundo da arte e media, certamente esta era vai separar o trigo do joio de uma maneira talvez desnecessariamente cruel, mas e igual para todos, porque ate os que vao suceder vao sofrer a metamorfose.
Como disse o proximo post vai ser interessante :)
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