Orlando, Florida based pop surrealist painter Johannah O’Donnell‘s paintings use natural and figurative symbolism to comment on our connection with the universe and our shifting cultural perceptions in the digital age. She tends to turn up the contrast on the wild cast of creatures and figures found in her acrylic works. These characters, who often times are found among cosmic landscapes, shine boldly with brilliant shades of purple, blue, and pink.
Johannah paints with open body, also known as slow drying, acrylics on wood panels that are hand crafted by her husband, carpenter and sculptor Adriaan Mol. Her work is influenced by 70’s Sci-Fi/Fantasy art and the American Pop Art movement and uses figurative symbolism as a narrative surrounding ideas of the human condition.
New York based Caroline Larsen has an undergraduate degree from the University of Waterloo and a Masters of Fine Arts degree from Pratt Institute. Larsen’s work has been in numerous group shows throughout Canada, America and Germany.
Her work explores the sensation of being in the tropical landscape at night, when the heat exaggerates the saturation of the night hues. The paintings also play with the idea of abstraction. The paintings coexist between a recognizable form and a non representational image, but at the same time they are pictorial.
“Using the memory of landscapes and imagery that I experienced during my upbringing in Sarasota, Florida as a springboard I create images that evoke a celebratory tropical frenzy. My interest in tropical landscapes stems from my lived experience, growing up in Florida and spending time in Panama as an adult has greatly influenced my aesthetic.
A constant focus of all of my work, is the attentiveness to color and its role of imparting feeling. My paint application, with its texture acting as line and pattern, is an organizing form in and of itself; the ridges cast shadows and create optical rhythms. The paintings use a full color palette, keeping with my intention to be as ornamental and vibrant as possible.” Caroline Larsen
“Who doesn’t want to protect their own privacy? Just because you’re an actor or make films or whatever doesn’t mean you’re not entitled to your own personal privacy,” says Scarlett. Don’t make movies than if you want to be private you moron. Glad the FBI wasted time on trying to track down the “hacker” behind Scarlett’s nude photos. Of herself. Shooting her own ass. She called the hacking act by some lonely 30-something from Florida who was arrested as an “unjust” invasion of privacy. Its unjust that the FBI had to deal with this.
If your bracket is anything like ours, you are feeling halfway good, halfway like you would like to thank you Notre Dame for blowing it right now versus Florida State, then maybe you need StatSheet‘s new app, StatSmack. That’s right, “Stat Smack can find the numbers that show how any team is superior to another. A few selections in a drop down window, a click of a button, and you’ll get a detailed list of facts that show why your team would dominate your friend’s team if the two ever met for a game.” Um, why did we not find this out until the round of 16? This would have been so much better during the VCU vs. Georgetown game on Friday night.
When in doubt, leave it to the dolphins. When a dog had been stuck in a canal for over 15 hours in Marco Island, Florida, it wasn’t people that saved the dog, it was dolphins who splashed and splashed until it got someone’s attention. As the dog’s owner told local news, “‘The lady here who had gotten him out of the canal said, ‘No, the dolphins were with him’.” Wow.
Fucking dolphins saved a dog’s life. And Gaddafi can’t even get along with his own Libyan people? What we can learn from the Animal Kingdom.
In one of the more bizarre news stories we have seen in months, a grand piano was found perched upright on a narrow sand bar in Biscayne Bay, Florida. What people didn’t realize that in a major cocaine high over the weekend, Elton John demanded a grand piano be placed in a bay somewhere in the world for him to play when he does a duet with Liberace. We kid, but we try…
Look, TCU vs Wisconsin is fine and dandy, but wouldn’t we all rather see Pac 10 vs the Big Ten, as in, USC vs Michigan, or UCLA vs Wisconsin? Why are we so hell-bent to ruin tradition in this country? Like the Rose Bowl didn’t make money before, and if for some reason it stopped making money then it has nothing to do with football but crappy business moves on behalf of corporate morons. Look at Wall Street II, everything you need to know about the world is in Gordon Gekko and Shia Labeouf.
Let’s get the American traditions back in order. Let’s keep the World Series in October, let’s not have Arizona and Florida hockey teams, and let’s have the Rose Bowl back to normal.
This is it peoples, my last Miami Blog post! So as I was tellin you guys Florida sucks unless you’re a Cubin Coke Lord, or a dumb ass spring breakster drinking yourself to STD sleep. If not ,you’re probably old, fat and/or moist. So, me and my mom dukes needed to break away from the oldies and did so on an almost not so enjoyable trip to South Beach. This mecca of supposed party paradise has taken a turn for the lame and fucked up as well. Like the rest of the city there are alot of empty stores and homes. There are actually some cool museums down there. One is the Florida Museum of Art and Design which, believe it or not, has some pretty good shows. Another is the Bass Museum of Contemporary Art. So here is a vague play by play of our final adventure, in Miami.
Me and Mom waiting for our ride.
An amazing store that has only been open for three months is the Taschen Store. They have some very expensive books but if you can muster up between $100 and $2,000 to buy one it will be worth it. One was the Helmut Newton book which is an oversized photo book that comes in a box. It is printed in color and showcases some of his best work. It has lots of naked girls and color photos that come from old films like kodacolor and kodacrome. The point is the colors were off the hook. Another great book on display was a book of photos from the film Taxi Driver. Some of the C-prints were also on display in the store. They were really amazing, also shot on old film so the colors are really great. There is one notable portrait of Jodie Foster when she is like 14 and it is fucken hot. Check them out on line….
Some of the remaining retro achitecture that is becoming scarce in south florida.
Ok ,so this is it. Only an hour to catch our plane and we began to breath again.
Ok so I got cut off in that last post because I am stealing internet from one of my neighbors and when you do that you cant predict a lot of things, like getting cut off from the www and stuff like that. As I was saying, people move to Florida to die and live in this 50′s movie about paradise and beach views blah, blah, blah. Back to my point that Florida is no paradise. There are a shit load of cars and it is so humid you can’t breath here. There are a lot of people on walkers and Italian tourists who have style but in a very corny way.
So like in the last post these here are some pictures of the social structure of old people in Florida. It is basically like High School, all the cliques sit at their own lunch tables talking crap about people at other tables and exchanging glances. Of course there are the cooler ones and each table has a leader.
I believe they call this the Atlantic Ocean.
Is Florida not pretty? Yea I wanna go here to die, or not!
Actually I would like Florida to get destroyed by a natural disaster, and then I would like to go live here. It would be like Battle Ship Island 300 miles off the coast of Japan, which is basically an entier city on an island that is totaly abandoned and falling apart. Maybe I wont need a natural disaster to have Florida be like that. The economy and all the buildings they built just get emptier and emptier every time I go there. And the climate there fucks shit up real good and real fast so maybe it will happen naturally.
All this old people and depressing crap wearing on my mom and I so in the next post we will escape to South Beach.