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art squee; crazy dykes
May. 18th, 2015 12:52 pmI went to the Asian Art Museum, the one in Volunteer Park, and saw the exhibit of Chiho Aoshima. One of her murals is in the (affiliated) Seattle Art Museum's collection, and I was displeased when SAM rotated it into storage. So I was already a fan when I saw her work.
I'm tempted to post an art spoiler here. Aoshima may be the only artist who appeals to both Goths and anime fans: death and the afterlife are frequent themes, and they get a Hello Kitty-meets-ukiyoe treatment. Other themes? Shinto myths, farts, and anthropomorphized everything. Her murals, generated digitally and then printed, are so detailed that looking at them while stoned is either a very good or very bad idea.
My favorite piece, though, was a video loop that incorporates pretty much every other piece in the exhibit and then some, projected somehow onto a screen that's about 4m X 20m. It's so wide and so detailed that you can't watch the whole thing at once. I sat through it at least three times.
If I had several thousand dollars to spare, I'd buy her work. If she were living in Washington or Oregon and the least bit queer, I'd ask her out.
Oh yeah: yesterday was International Museum Day, so I got in for free. That kind of makes up for Saturday night's club hopping.
Had a drink afterward at Witness with the Siberian Siren. With the apparent exception of her current main squeeze, she seems to have a knack for getting into relationships with cRaZy women. It's left her a more than little wary about relationships in general. I can't blame her under the circumstances, but I really don't think that's any way to go through life.
I'm tempted to post an art spoiler here. Aoshima may be the only artist who appeals to both Goths and anime fans: death and the afterlife are frequent themes, and they get a Hello Kitty-meets-ukiyoe treatment. Other themes? Shinto myths, farts, and anthropomorphized everything. Her murals, generated digitally and then printed, are so detailed that looking at them while stoned is either a very good or very bad idea.
My favorite piece, though, was a video loop that incorporates pretty much every other piece in the exhibit and then some, projected somehow onto a screen that's about 4m X 20m. It's so wide and so detailed that you can't watch the whole thing at once. I sat through it at least three times.
If I had several thousand dollars to spare, I'd buy her work. If she were living in Washington or Oregon and the least bit queer, I'd ask her out.
Oh yeah: yesterday was International Museum Day, so I got in for free. That kind of makes up for Saturday night's club hopping.
Had a drink afterward at Witness with the Siberian Siren. With the apparent exception of her current main squeeze, she seems to have a knack for getting into relationships with cRaZy women. It's left her a more than little wary about relationships in general. I can't blame her under the circumstances, but I really don't think that's any way to go through life.
