Is discharge Dada? No, it is not. Influenced by and with a similar attitude to, but not Dada..
Is discharge Fluxus?
No, it is not.
Influenced by and with a similar attitude to, but not Fluxus.
Is discharge art for intellectuals? No, discharge is for anyone and everyone who appreciates creativity in all its myriad forms. Be it static visual, audio or moving image; the written word or the deconstructed, non-linear form. The spoken word and noise.
All creativity is the springboard for discharge. It highjack’s a multitude of genres and disciplines and transposes them onto the internet. discharge is electronically transmitted art, be it via blog, myspace or whatever format possible, it can also be produced and seen in classic formats.
The discharge Chapbook. The discharge Building by Parts book. discharge has no rules. All contributors to discharge are responsible adults. discharge has no leaders although it has an elected body of rotating editors who oversee rather than dictate the flow of the group.
The aim of discharge is to profile creative people and to do away with the pretension of the art world.
Everyday people creating art everyday to an exceptional quality.
Art by barrow boys and girls.
discharge is international.
7 comments:
she looks so serene.
How beautiful and uncomfortable, Ruela. Your works are so distinctive. I don't even have to guess who created them. It all smacks of your sensibilities and draws me into your perceptions.
You talented bastard! I adore/hate you for your brilliant, artistic abilites.
- The head on the distorted skeleton's skeletal hand
Yes I agree with Pete. She has a life although she is dead and the skeloton has no life although it is alive
I love her fragility
I just tried three times to put into words what I'm gettin from this image. Fuck it. I can't do it.
Brilliant excruciating horror!
There...uuuggghhh... Great piece, my friend.
(If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.-Edward Hopper
:^)
Interesting. There are so many responses to this piece.
My reaction/response was more in the vein of Mr Decker's. The title, in itself, evokes the line, "Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio..." The face is lifeless: in fact, it is merely a mask. It the the skeleton - death - who is sprightly and animated. It is death who is the fellow of infinite jest. Her face, if it bears any expression at all that resembles a living face, presents as resigned and powerless (even meaningless).
For me, there is no serenity in this image. Naturally, the point of creating images is to allow for nuances even the artist doesn't necessarily intend. We all seem to have derived something deeply felt. Ultimately, that is the question, the answer and being/not being/ceasing to be.
We are not only flesh and bones...flesh it's our coat and bones the coat hanger.
A spirit does not have flesh and bones...
Thanx to all :)
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