Thursday, October 28, 2010

Natural Rhythm & the Wood Surface Studies

There is a beautiful poem by Jack Gilbert called "Alone." It has got to be one of the most moving pieces of writing I've ever come across. I guess it's ok if I post it here:
Alone
Jack Gilbert
I never thought Michiko would come back
after she died. But if she did, I knew
it would be as a lady in a long white dress.
It is strange that she has returned
as somebody’s dalmatian. I meet
the man walking her on a leash
almost every week. He says good morning
and I stoop down to calm her. He said
once that she was never like that with
other people. Sometimes she is tethered
on the lawn when I go by. If nobody
is around, I sit on the grass. When she
finally quiets, she puts her head in my lap
and we watch each other’s eyes as I whisper
in her soft ears. She cares nothing about
the mystery. She likes it best when
I touch her head and tell her small
things about my days and our friends.
That makes her happy the way it always did.
The poem is wonderful for many reasons but the sentence that always (and I've read it so many times) catches me off-guard, almost physically moves me, is "She cares nothing about the mystery." All of life, all of existence is expressed in that one sentence, deepened especially by the context in which it appears. 
There is an awareness of "the mystery," the fact of its presence is understood yet Gilbert doesn't try to shine his flashlight right at it, he is wise enough to know that he should better just leave it alone and instead focus on the tangible things, the grass, the dog's ears and eyes, the moment, the gentleness, the love. 

The other night, I was tired yet lucid (don't you, too, love that), and as I took some notes, wrote down some unconnected lines which seemed somehow relevant, I started reducing my hand writing to pure form. Content became unimportant, and it was interesting to simply watch the way the lines became longer, more sweeping, almost melodic.
I decided to go to a new page and fill it up with this new type of void writing - from top to bottom, and then new lines on top of old ones. 






There are now patterns on the page that have nothing and everything to do with writing. If we take them strictly for what they are, we'll see organic rhythms, landscapes - unlike anything else that exists in the world. We could make ten of these and spend a long time looking at all of them, comparing them, contrasting them, letting the visual material speak to us. There would never be two that are the same. They contain information on the materials used and the hand that executed them - how tired I was that night, how quickly I made them etc. 
I think that anything - anything natural, any matter, anything which contains atoms, anything that IS - will have its very own inherent melody that you can tap into. Could it be possible to, by being in an open, organic mood when assembling, make anything ring true according to its original "rightness?"

I can't see through these things, really. It just so happened that the thoughts I just articulated all of a sudden stood there, clearly and like an epiphany, during that lucid night. Maybe they have something to do with the wood surface studies I showed in the exhibition last week. I feel that they, too, have a natural rhythm to them, an original rightness. 
Of all the new experiments I've tried in the last months, the wood surfaces still continue to baffle me myself the most. I never get tired of looking at them. A rewarding experience, to be the artist yet to be able to look at the own work with somebody else's eyes.
Here are some detailed images I'd like to share.


Wood Surface Study #1


Wood Surface Study #3


Wood Surface Study #2


Study #3 - detail


Study #1 - detail





Study #3 - detail


I think I could say more, but I'm a slow writer, and maybe I should just let them speak for themselves.
Until soon.
P.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Things We Build - The Bowerbird piece

Sir David Attenborough reported on the fascinating Bowerbird several times, and two amazing videos can be found on youtube:




and:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1zmfTr2d4c
(they won't let me embed the second one for some reason)

So many aspects of the bird's behavior are worth reflecting on. For me as an artist, the fact that here we have a bird who obviously has a well-developed sense of aesthetics, who arranges colors according to something like personal taste for a fellow bird to judge according to its personal taste, and for no other practical reason than to win over that other bird, is wonderful to be aware of.
Now, of course, the obvious discussion we could have here is whether this bird makes art or not (being an animal, God beware!), but that seems too obvious, so let's not have that discussion. It would just lead to a condescending animal vs. human conversation. There's no use in that. We are all fellow species, and we do what feels essential to us, as told by our instincts. We as humans simply have to deal with all the extra complications and confusions our super-brain confronts us with, but essentially we act out our nature. That's why I make art, anyways - out of instinctive reasons rather than calculated ones. Looking at the Bowerbird's care and love for his cause basically reassures me in my own endeavors.

Now, I've always had a strong passion for birds, been an avid birder for a big part of my life, and there are many ways I've tried to connect with them through my art. I've painted birds, I've used bird song in sound collages and videos, and last year I made a sculpture about the Shrike and its habit of storing prey on the thorns of plants and barbed wire. The idea of making an installation about the Bowerbird's garden had been on my mind for a while.

Let me switch over to something completely different for a while: The Berlin Wall - because it's the key to the other strong, defining interest of mine apart from nature: history, memory.
I was born in 1982. I was seven and lived in Berlin when the wall fell, which makes it one of my earliest memories. I consider the events of 1989 - 1990 to be among the most important, and most touching, in human history: The whole world order changed, a power system which had defined the last forty years, collapsed. And it all happened in my city, peacefully, as an effort and triumph of the human spirit in a way that I'm afraid I won't see again in my lifetime.
My family and I went into town a lot in the weeks after November 9th, 1989, to where the wall skeleton was on display like a dead whale, with countless "Mauerspechte" ("Wall-woodpeckers") hacking and chiseling away at it, while the east German soldiers were still patrolling the other side, for the lack of having received orders to do otherwise.
It was cold, drab and wet, with white, overcast skies. Berlin was pale and unsaturated, and in my memory it couldn't have been any more beautiful. You could see your breath and hear the wet pebbles crunch under your shoe. Here's how it was:



Recalling the old Berlin makes me about as nostalgic as I get. That's why I think Wim Wenders' "Wings of Desire" is the greatest film of them all:



Well, we collected numerous wall pieces during those months that are now seem so far away. Several bags stored away somewhere in a 2010 basement in Germany. One small bag containing seven pieces, however, has been here in Florida with me, and of course I wanted to use them in some way for an artwork.
I was aware of the countless traps I could've fallen into. It is extremely hard to make a piece of art about the Berlin Wall, because the topic is so loaded with historic weight and we internalized the imagery so much that it's very easy to become pathetic or too obvious (good rule of thumb: Never do the most obvious thing, avoid things that are too easy. Search for the extra layer you might have overlooked).

The solution took me a while to figure out, but then it came to me:
The male Bowerbird and his display would be the catalyzing feature to help me strip the wall pieces of their inherent, 20 year old pathos. He would use them, not caring about their story, and they would end up being one of many colorful elements in his garden. The bird and the people who built the wall would that way share their building material, and I could call the installation "Things We Build". The viewer's mind could go from there.
It would be the most unlikely and unexpected way to give new meaning to these pieces, planting them in an imaginary Australian rainforest, giving them into the trustworthy hands of a builder who knows better than to build a structure meant to violently divide.

This is how this latest installation came about.





P.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Experimentations-show opened!

Hey friends,
my solo show "Experimentations: On Silence & Perception" had its opening on tuesday, and I can safely say that it was both a great success and a great relief. A lot of visitors showed up for an hour and a half of coffee, cookies and good conversations (the three essential c's of human existence - we had to go without the fourth one - carnies). Many of the FGCU art faculty and fellow art students gave me valuable feedback on my work, but what impressed me the most were some old friends I had lost track of over the years, and who now looked at the work - essentially learning about what it actually is that I'm about now - wide-eyed and impressed. Very good, connecting me back with them, kinda closing the gap.
Well, let me briefly talk about what the premise of the show was (something I haven't mentioned yet I believe), and I'll also share some photographs of when I documented it for myself when all the guests had left. Then, in later posts, I'll go into more detail about the conceptual context of some of the works.

The main title, "Experimentations", comes from Anica Sturdivant, our gallery director, who needed something to put on our website while I was out of reach over the summer. She picked the word with the intention of staying as vague as possible, by then obviously not knowing at all what I had in mind. Well, she was spot on in my opinion. After "In The Woods" I knew I needed to branch out, taking my work into several different experimental directions at the same time, in a playful, adventurous approach that would keep me on my toes every day in the studio. I'm not the kind of artist who does extensive series. I like to keep the work multi-layered, in a variety of media and forms, while at the same time offering cross-connections to every other territory within my creative landscape.
The show includes painting, installation, photography, video, sound and sculpture - a collection of detours and variations on the themes I'm interested in: silence and sound, manipulating our perception of reality, creating spaces that serve as sanctuaries. That is why I added the subtitle.
Here are some impressions from the show:






the Wood Surface Studies

the Bowerbird installation "Things We Build" 

the two "Memory: Berlin 1990" paintings and "Yellow Delta"

three abstract paintings

"Blue Glacier"

"Assorted New Worlds" - digital photography

detail from the New Worlds

another detail


ok, hopefully you enjoy these. I'll soon be back with more, especially on the wood surface studies and the Bowerbird piece. I will also upload the video work "Landscapes I Found" onto my Youtube page. Also coming up: the show as seen from the Bowerbird's point of view!

P.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

new show: On Silence & Perception

Next tuesday, the 12th, I will have a new solo show coming up at the ArtLab gallery on the FGCU campus. I'll share some more details about the nature of the works and the general themes of the show soon, but for now I figured I'd just put up the poster design I came up with, as well as some "alternate takes"... Enjoy.

The official one:



... and some alternative ones:






Wednesday, September 29, 2010

In The Woods, We Return II


This is the official version of the research review - the one I handed in. I had written a lot more, and in a more stream-of-consciousness, freeform style and was basically told to boil it down considerably... Here you go.



In The Woods, We Return - Research Review
There are several different conceptual layers inherent in my Senior Project, and although the viewer doesn’t have to know them in order to have an inner dialogue with the work in a deep and meaningful way, I still believe that learning about them can only enhance the experience. The work is not about creating an illusion but rather about consciously stimulating the viewers’ senses, without necessarily trying to conceal the ways it does that. My research process led me across a vast intellectual landscape, and what follows is a basic overview of three major themes researched and considered for this project.
  1. The issue of post-modern aesthetics
At the very origin of “In The Woods, We Return” stands a debate about one of the most problematic terms in all of art history: the term beauty. Since we are dealing with human minds and souls here, and since I had no interest in approaching the project purely from a scientific, analytical point of view, the issue of the work being aesthetically pleasing, or “beautiful,” soon came up.  
The project started backwards: Not with a thought about what kind of artwork specifically I wanted to make but rather with the question Could I control the environment in which my artwork is viewed? The idea was to create a silent room which would put the viewers within a surrounding that makes them focus on the artwork without distraction, and also explore the idea of how the human perception can be manipulated if it’s being put into a sensory-deprivation environment.
 I ended up not being able to realize the vision of literal, absolute silence. It would have required building a soundproof room with inner wall surfaces designed to swallow sound, and that was simply not in my budget. The perfect solution - creating a vacuum - would have killed the viewers, who need oxygen in order to stay alive, so very early on it became clear that inner silence rather that physical silence should be what I had to go for.  
Somewhere along the line my mother told me the story of how she and my dad took a trip to Ravenna, Italy before I was born. There, they visited the mausoleum of Galla Placidia, from the outside a rather small, unimpressive building but on the inside a spectacular sight and one of the masterpieces of early Christian art: “Mosaics cover every square inch of the interior surfaces above the marble-faced walls” (Gardener, 315). My mother recalled being so emotionally overwhelmed that when she came back out into the light of day and looked back at the unpretentious building there surrounded by trees, she started weeping. The fact that something made by humans can have that effect on other humans is, in my eyes, more than enough justification for choosing a life devoted to the arts. I started thinking “I want to create something as profound as a church, something sublime, something beautiful…”Confronting the term beauty was simply inevitable.
The natural course of the art world as well as the commercial world throughout the twentieth century made a precise definition of beauty more and more problematic. With the emergence of Duchamp’s readymades and pop art any notion of formal aesthetic guidelines became redundant. 
“As with the Brillo boxes of Andy Warhol […], aesthetics could not explain why one was work of fine art and the other not, since for all practical purposes they were aesthetically indiscernible: if one was beautiful, the other one had to be beautiful, since they looked just alike. So aesthetics simply disappeared from what Continental philosophers call the ‘problematic’ of defining art” (Danto, 7).
In a way, art was freed that way, freed from formal constraints, expectations and aesthetic standards. In another way, though, an absurd anti-aesthetic peer pressure oftentimes developed. In his book “Und das ist Kunst?!” (German for „And that is supposed to be art?!“), art critic Hanno Rauterberg describes a typical case of the kind of ridicule a well-trained sculptor experienced at the art academy: 
“Kay Winkler learned drawing and sculpting from a teacher who taught him refined artistic techniques. By the end of his training he was able to paint like an old master […]. Then he came to the art academy in Munich and was being made fun of. ‘Kay, the renaissance man’ they called him because he had dared to sculpt a reclining nude in a classical manner.” (Rauterberg, 78). The author compares this way of forcing oneself not to appear sophisticated with a “dress code that nobody put down yet everyone is obeying.” 
This is how we got to where we are now: The general public doesn’t understand contemporary art anymore – even worse: it expects not to understand art anymore, believing contemporary works have to be weird, random and essentially meaningless; there seems to be a kind of consensus that art can be anything and do anything, it doesn’t matter.
One main reason for this development away from aesthetic considerations and the craft aspect can undoubtedly be seen in the overkill of commercial “artwork” all around us on a daily basis. In a one-page ad in any magazine, the designer will try to appeal to our aesthetic sensibility in order for us to buy the product. This has become deeply engrained in the thinking of contemporary artists: “Beauty = pretty = unchallenging = easily seducing us = trying to sell us more stuff.”
Installation artist Olafur Eliasson formulates the tricky balancing act that an artist undergoes when making aesthetically pleasing art. In one interview he gave together with a brain surgeon, he fully agrees after the surgeon dismissed the term beauty as a human-made, naïve concept that only distracts from real life: 
“As an artist I’m interested in working against this kind of essentialism because the arrogance that lies at the core of it is a danger to our social relationships. Also, a term like ‘beauty’ supports a very commercial handling of what I do. A designer for example searches for a commercial formula by searching for a formula for beauty. It is an advertisement term to say ‘this object is timeless’, meaning tomorrow it is worth as much as it is today. Yet by being ‘timeless’ the work loses its potential for change and criticism. I, on the other hand, understand art as a language for examining the human situation in the world.”
Eliasson’s works often seem like scientific experiments in the way that they’re based directly on physical or mathematic findings and in the way that he never tries to conceal their inner workings. Many of them, however, are indeed aesthetically very pleasing, like for example the huge setting sun he installed in the Tate’s Turbine Hall for his “Weather Project.” Eliasson, however, offers an updated definition of beauty today, in this dreaded age of commercialism and anti-aesthetic thinking in the arts. In his monograph “Studio Olafur Eliasson” he hints at the subjective nature of aesthetics: 
“Well, I don’t mind making things that that look great or seem very seductive, because to me, rationality and seduction are not mutually exclusive. For instance, you can be very rational about seduction, as in “The Weather Project” […]. The quality of the experience really depends on the combined performativity of the installation and the person; if the situation allows for a very individual experience, I’m not afraid of the work being called beautiful. I don’t think beauty can be generalized, even though many people seem to suggest that by insisting on a type of beauty that would be immanent to the works. “Beauty” is a very complex term: one version of it tends to create a discrepancy between where you think you are and where you actually are, whereas another version is more generous, in a way, because it creates an overlap between where you think you are and where you are in fact. [..] My concept of beauty is [..] focused on the individual experience.” (Eliasson, 75). 
Apart from that individual aspect, Eliasson points out another characteristic: “We then have to add the element of time. We need to see the experience of beauty as a movement.” (Eliasson, 76). In the case of an installation that would be the amount of time people are willing to spend in the space.
It seemed a very desirable thing to me, trying to understand the constraints of beauty today and then deliberately attempting to work around them on the way to creating an aesthetically profound experience. The lessons to be learned from Warhol to Eliasson are valuable and useful. If I would not create an object but a whole environment - an experience - I would be at a save distance to the commercial realm and could also provide a framework which would allow the individual viewer to have his or her very own, private experience of beauty, maybe even of the sublime, all depending on that individual’s feelings, emotions, patience, beliefs. My task as the artist would be to provide the framework that is then filled with meaning by the viewers who came to the work. 
Through these realizations I saw a realistic chance to attempt building my very own contemporary, secular, sacred space, my 2010 Galla Placidia mausoleum, my own chapel devoted to no God in particular but rather for worshipping life itself. The project is therefore, on its most idealistic level, a deliberate attempt at beauty and content, a turning away from the anti-aesthetic tendencies of the recent past and an exercise in artistic discipline and careful realization.
  1. Inspiration from the  religious realm 
What I am trying to do in this project is apply human tradition that has developed over thousands of years (and that’s therefore engrained in our cultural subconscious) to a contemporary art installation. I’m talking about the literal framework - the physical shapes of religious buildings, observable features of spiritual rituals etc. I am in no way trying to convince the viewers of some sublime or spiritual “truth”. All I’m doing is displaying natural processes and basic material qualities as objectively as I can, and every single viewer can then fill what I give them with their very own version of meaning.
Making a Journey/ Ritual Aspects 
It would be useless to interpret my modern version of the old chapels through the content of the wall paintings. Content was, after all, the very thing I wanted to get rid of, and it simply wouldn’t work to just make up my own content because everyone’s response would be different and most likely the viewers would not be able to make the connection. 
The solution lay deeper: I had to understand the most basic features of the ritual experience which sacred places are built for and then construct a space that would “force” the viewers to have an experience based on these features. This would be the installation’s first objective.
Sacred places are usually never entered randomly or casually. They often require some sort of cleansing ritual meant to confront the seeker with his own humility. Muslims, for example, have to wash their ears and feet in public before entering a mosque. It is an action performed in order to re-adjust the visitor’s perception of where he is about to go, it prepares him for the experience. 
James Turrell’s famous Roden Crater is a good example of an artwork that requires something like a humility-ritual. Turrell himself says:
“The main thing is to make a journey, so that you go to something purposely and have time to settle down and empty out the noise and distractions of daily life. [..] Most people by the time they arrive at the crater are pretty well set up for it. It would be wonderful if visitors could spend at least 24 hours, but it would be better to stay longer.” (Harper, 121). 
The artistic interpretation of this process in my own project is the dark tunnel that viewers have to go through before they can enter the space, as well as the low doorway. It forces them to re-adjust their every day habits and to get out of their comfort zone by making them duck down and enter a path that they can’t see the end of. It also asks for their trust which will then be rewarded as they enter the bright white room. Here, they can stand erect again, and the upwards motion of all of their senses marks yet another re-adjustment of their habits.  
Formally, I kept with the general familiar layout of a chapel – paintings along the sides, “altar” at the front side, triptych over the altar – but they are all just surface, just empty shells void of content. Everything is plain white and serves as a projection surface for the colorful abstract imagery from above. The not very obviously displayed forest part in pure, ascetic black-and-white requires people to kneel down in front of the “altar.” A nice unplanned little pun.

Nature and Light
“In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, -- no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all.” These are the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson (“Nature”), and I took the project’s title from the first words of that quote. Emerson feels like a kindred spirit to me and my endeavor, in the way that he puts into words the exact feeling I associate with the sublime. 
And we can also note another crucial point here: The importance of nature as a spiritual place. Religious artists from centuries past drew from that source, and painters like Caspar David Friedrich or Frederick Edwin Church are famous for their skies which “offered the perfect place to synthesize science and the spiritual. Filled with air, light and impalpable clouds, the sky suggested the eternal realm of the spiritual.” (Gamwell, 17).
Another group of artists who drew on nature are, of course, the land artists from the sixties and seventies – who can be seen as the most consequent developers out of minimalism and therefore the last truly innovative group of artists. It is again Turrell who says of Roden Crater:
“[…] I wanted the work to be enfolded in nature in such a way that light from the sun, moon and stars empowered the spaces. […] I wanted to bring culture to the natural surround as if one was designing a garden or tending a landscape. I wanted an area where you had a sense of standing on the planet.” (Kastner, 219).
 That is why the second objective of my installation became filling the neutral, white, ritualistic framework with beauty taken from nature directly. By “directly” I mean that I did not attempt to reproduce it with my human hands - did not attempt to paint trees naturalistically for example – but rather made the paint behave in ways like water would behave naturally. I captured this ever-changing, ever-evolving abstract “painting” in the only possible way: on video, projected large-scale onto the ceiling of the room. That way, it also provides the light from above that can transcend a location, and that artists from Bernini to Turrell have been exploring since there has been artistic expression. 
  1. Formal thoughts: Cage’s minimalism and silence
There can’t be a discussion on silence without mentioning John Cage’s name. The avant-garde composer kept returning to what he called his favorite sound. “In The Woods, We Return” was conceived largely in a mindset similar to Cage’s, one that seeks to find meaning in really far-reaching and consequential leaps of imagination. With “4:33” Cage eventually created the most complete piece of minimalist abstraction apart from Rauschenberg’s “White Paintings”. The composition was premiered in 1952 in Woodstock open air, and it consisted only of naturally occurring noises: The three movements of the piece don’t feature a single note. The performers simply sit still, yet they’re going through the motions – they’re opening the sheet music, the pianist puts his hands on the keys etc. A stop-watch tells when the piece is over. The way that Turrell simply frames the sky, Cage frames time. This device creates a fascinating hyper-awareness in the viewer: 
“Though seemingly bereft of content, 4:33 is, like the void, rich with possibilities. [..] during the first movement, listeners heard the sound of wind in the woods. During the second movement, there were raindrops on the roof. In the final movement, the audience added its own baffled murmurs and perplexed mutterings. ‘It’s one of the most intense listening experiences you can have,’ David Tudor later reported. ‘You really listen. You hear everything there is. It is cathartic: four minutes and thirty-three seconds of meditation.’ (MacAdams, 170).
It is this type of essentialism that connects me to Cage, and it has always been important for me to be inspired by other disciplines, most notably music. The minimalist ideals that Cage realized so beautifully here are what I should try to aim for in my piece as well. Especially the white paintings I’ve been producing are, in a way, equivalent to the musical framework for Cage: they are simply present for the projected color to interact with them from above. I managed to reduce my paintings to the mere gestures, yet just like the musicians being present for 4:33, it was essential that I painted them. They are fully justified as paintings yet they leave it all up to the viewer.

In The Woods, We Return I

Hey there,
"In The Woods, We Return" was the title of my Senior Project exhibition at FGCU last April. The work was unlike anything I had done before, a multimedia installation which dealt with several issues - the sublime, the term "beauty", the question what actually makes a sacred space sacred, abstraction and adding a time-based element to the medium of painting being the most prominent ones. A big part of the class, which is supposed to be one's crowning achievement after four years of undergrad work, is to generate writing about the work, laying out the concepts the artist worked with, as well as putting oneself into an art-historical context. I'd like to publish two of the main texts - the brief artist statement and the longer research review - here in this blog. There'll be pictures, too.
Oh, and check out a short video of the original installation at my youtube page www.youtube.com/philipheubeck.


installation as seen from the outside


In The Woods, We Return - Artist Statement

“In the woods, we return to reason and faith ... My head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all.”     Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Nature”, 1841

This work is essentially about inner silence. It provides a secular sacred space, an environment set apart from everyday life, where visitors can be quiet, humble, contemplative, or simply observant. In the absence of religious context, my goal was to create the feeling of being in the presence of the sublime by means of a multimedia installation. The quote which inspired the title of my work is taken from Emerson’s essay “Nature”, and it is indeed the simple yet infinitely complex beauty of nature that will make this space an environment that transcends the time spent in it. The intent of the work is to display these natural processes and basic material qualities in an objective way, enabling the viewers to add their own meaning and to finish the work with their own perceptions of spirituality.
It has always been my desire to make art that resonates deeply with the viewer. Although I love contemporary art for the formal freedoms it gives us, I have always looked back at the works produced in centuries gone by, envying them for their selflessness, their seriousness and their profound meaning. “In The Woods, We Return” is therefore, on its most idealistic level, a deliberate attempt at beauty and content, a turning away from the anti-aesthetic tendencies of the recent past and an exercise in artistic discipline and careful realization. I consider the experience of beauty to be something very individual and intimate, so ideally the viewer should spend a considerable amount of time alone with the work. 
The project evolved over a long period of time and marks a personal breakthrough for me and for the progress of my art work. My abstract acrylic paintings have always been about letting the paint behave as naturally as possible, and by using film I am now able to make the painting process itself (rather than the final result) the subject of the work. The inclusion of video in the project marked the moment from which everything fell into place. Having this organic abundance of color permeating the entire space finally allowed me to paint a series of white paintings with various surface structures - something I have wanted to do for a while – to interact with the projection by receiving and thus coming alive. The audio collage within the installation contains a range of subtle, everyday sounds in combination with the altered atmospheric sound that a sensitive microphone detects in a tin can.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Hello

I'm glad you found this.
Let me introduce myself: I am Philip Heubeck, an artist based in Fort Myers, Florida, and still pretty close to the beginning of what I hope will be a long and interesting journey.
I graduated from Florida Gulf Coast University last spring with a BA in Art. I started out working in the 2D realm, especially painting, but have been expanding my fascination with organic processes and surface structure towards the use of multimedia elements and installation work over time.
I've never seriously blogged before, but my work sometimes deals with lots of conceptual layers, and I'd like to be able to communicate these ideas and backgrounds to, well, the world. Making myself a little platform online to present my thoughts and writings from became a more and more enticing thought, so here you go. The way I'm imagining this blog is that it will be a sort of logbook directly from my studio, communicating what is on my mind at a given point in time, from experiments I've been doing in the studio to topics I'm studying, books I'm reading, anything that will broaden the context of the art I care about.
I hope you will find notions and viewpoints here that will spark your own imagination in some way, and I sincerely thank you for your interest in my work.
Until soon,
Philip

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