THE WORK OF MASAMI TERAOKA

by Ariadna Zierold

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Los Angeles based Masami Teraoka‘s early work consisted primarily of watercolor paintings and prints that mimicked the flat, bold qualities of ukiyo-e woodblock prints. These paintings, done after his arrival in the United States, often featured the collision of the two cultures. Series such as McDonald’s Hamburgers Invading Japan and 31 Flavors Invading Japan characterize themes in the work in this time period. These pieces blended reality with fantasy, humor with commentary, history with the present.

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He has abandoned this style in favor of Western European religious iconography, in tune with his cultural and political critique of contemporary culture, particularly its confessional quality in America society. Teraoka’s work has been reviewed, collected and exhibited throughout the United States and abroad.

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“MOMENTS OF CLARITY” BY MATTHEW QUICK

by Ariadna Zierold

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“From the people who build monuments in the first place, to those who destroy them, from theVisigoths and Vandals sacking Rome, the waves of European colonization, the destruction wrought by ISIS, taggers defacing Banksy’s work and I’ve even seen guys walking down the street keying cars one after another, there is a thread running though all: the universal connection is about leaving a mark.

They are all trying to say: Here I am. I have existed.

Some say it with beauty. Others with destroying the beauty. But the sentiment is the same.” – Matthew Quick

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To represent these ideas into cohesive, instantly recognizable visual stories, Matthew Quick started painting existing monuments with specific contemporary items. And while this worked, something curious also happened. What he found was that in many cases the added object altered the focus, causing the viewer to begin questioning the origins of the item and its place in society.

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With his attention now turned to contemporary society, suddenly everything was fair game. With their conscious symbolism, the statues provide a foundation for a revisionist take on the notions of beauty, pride, individual freedom, social control, surveillance and nationalism. Historical sacred cows were also up for grabs. With ordinary objects replacing their crowns and thrones, the aura of emperors and gods can be transformed into powerless nobodies. And by gently ridiculing the deceitful behavior of rulers who intentionally fail to act as they speak, it allowed him to question their motivations and subvert their initial grandiose goals.

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Simon Kossoff is a serious amature photog,,,,, No Joke!!!!!!

Where do you live?

For the last 3 years I lived in Overland Park, A suburb of Kansas City, KS. But I’m from Brighton, England originally. I’ve also lived in Madrid, Spain and Oslo, Norway and currently I’m making plans to move to Chicago, later this year.

What do you take pictures of?

In short, America, but it’s all self portrait at the end of the day, I believe.

What kind of camera do you use?

I’ve owned many cameras, but now use a Leica D-Lux3, Which is my first digital camera. It has been excellent too, though a little slow of the mark sometimes.

Are you formally trained in photography?

Yes, I learnt the art of Black and White printing with the Royal Photographic Society, and then attended the University of Brighton’s BA Honors degree in Editorial photography. A course I am still learning from even now.

What are your influences?

I’m continually being influenced and inspired from various places, be it people, books, films, music, current events or other photographers. These influences are always shifting and changing too. Right now I’m reading Under Saturn’s Shadow by James Hollis, which is hugely inspiring and I’m listening to Pete Docherty’s Grace/Wasteland. I’m also being influenced by a particular lost love and the ghost of my Grandfather – the therapy I’m in too is also enlightening. What has been going on in the news recently has also given me an idea for a new series which I’m excited to get working on.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

I’ve just completed my EMT training, so I hope to be working as part of an ambulance crew in Chicago as a Paramedic ( I’m secretly wishing I’ll be able to have my camera with me doing this too) . Photographically speaking, that’s difficult to answer. There’s a lot of really exciting things happening right now for me, including a book deal.

What makes you happy?

Long and meandering American road trips with my wife, camera and notebooks

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Carl Sagan on Cannabis

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(We want everyone to understand that we were not smoking weed when we posted this, and we found it on the Internet, so it may not even be written by Carl Sagan, but its so nice to think that it is, and we are told that it is, so enjoy).

This account was written in 1969 for publication in Marihuana Reconsidered (1971). Sagan was in his mid-thirties at that time. He continued to use cannabis for the rest of his life.

By Carl Sagan

It all began about ten years ago. I had reached a considerably more relaxed period in my life – a time when I had come to feel that there was more to living than science, a time of awakening of my social consciousness and amiability, a time when I was open to new experiences. I had become friendly with a group of people who occasionally smoked cannabis, irregularly, but with evident pleasure. Initially I was unwilling to partake, but the apparent euphoria that cannabis produced and the fact that there was no physiological addiction to the plant eventually persuaded me to try. My initial experiences were entirely disappointing; there was no effect at all, and I began to entertain a variety of hypotheses about cannabis being a placebo which worked by expectation and hyperventilation rather than by chemistry. After about five or six unsuccessful attempts, however, it happened. I was lying on my back in a friend’s living room idly examining the pattern of shadows on the ceiling cast by a potted plant (not cannabis!). I suddenly realized that I was examining an intricately detailed miniature Volkswagen, distinctly outlined by the shadows. I was very skeptical at this perception, and tried to find inconsistencies between Volkswagens and what I viewed on the ceiling. But it was all there, down to hubcaps, license plate, chrome, and even the small handle used for opening the trunk. When I closed my eyes, I was stunned to find that there was a movie going on the inside of my eyelids. Flash . . . a simple country scene with red farmhouse, a blue sky, white clouds, yellow path meandering over green hills to the horizon. . . Flash . . . same scene, orange house, brown sky, red clouds, yellow path, violet fields . . . Flash . . . Flash . . . Flash. The flashes came about once a heartbeat. Each flash brought the same simple scene into view, but each time with a different set of colors . . . exquisitely deep hues, and astonishingly harmonious in their juxtaposition. Since then I have smoked occasionally and enjoyed it thoroughly. It amplifies torpid sensibilities and produces what to me are even more interesting effects, as I will explain shortly.

I can remember another early visual experience with cannabis, in which I viewed a candle flame and discovered in the heart of the flame, standing with magnificent indifference, the black-hatted and -cloaked Spanish gentleman who appears on the label of the Sandeman sherry bottle. Looking at fires when high, by the way, especially through one of those prism kaleidoscopes which image their surroundings, is an extraordinarily moving and beautiful experience.

I want to explain that at no time did I think these things ‘really’ were out there. I knew there was no Volkswagen on the ceiling and there was no Sandeman salamander man in the flame. I don’t feel any contradiction in these experiences. There’s a part of me making, creating the perceptions which in everyday life would be bizarre; there’s another part of me which is a kind of observer. About half of the pleasure comes from the observer-part appreciating the work of the creator-part. I smile, or sometimes even laugh out loud at the pictures on the insides of my eyelids. In this sense, I suppose cannabis is psychotomimetic, but I find none of the panic or terror that accompanies some psychoses. Possibly this is because I know it’s my own trip, and that I can come down rapidly any time I want to.

While my early perceptions were all visual, and curiously lacking in images of human beings, both of these items have changed over the intervening years. I find that today a single joint is enough to get me high. I test whether I’m high by closing my eyes and looking for the flashes. They come long before there are any alterations in my visual or other perceptions. I would guess this is a signal-to-noise problem, the visual noise level being very low with my eyes closed. Another interesting information-theoretical aspects is the prevalence – at least in my flashed images – of cartoons: just the outlines of figures, caricatures, not photographs. I think this is simply a matter of information compression; it would be impossible to grasp the total content of an image with the information content of an ordinary photograph, say 108 bits, in the fraction of a second which a flash occupies. And the flash experience is designed, if I may use that word, for instant appreciation. The artist and viewer are one. This is not to say that the images are not marvelously detailed and complex. I recently had an image in which two people were talking, and the words they were saying would form and disappear in yellow above their heads, at about a sentence per heartbeat. In this way it was possible to follow the conversation. At the same time an occasional word would appear in red letters among the yellows above their heads, perfectly in context with the conversation; but if one remembered these red words, they would enunciate a quite different set of statements, penetratingly critical of the conversation. The entire image set which I’ve outlined here, with I would say at least 100 yellow words and something like 10 red words, occurred in something under a minute.

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The cannabis experience has greatly improved my appreciation for art, a subject which I had never much appreciated before. The understanding of the intent of the artist which I can achieve when high sometimes carries over to when I’m down. This is one of many human frontiers which cannabis has helped me traverse. There also have been some art-related insights – I don’t know whether they are true or false, but they were fun to formulate. For example, I have spent some time high looking at the work of the Belgian surrealist Yves Tanguey. Some years later, I emerged from a long swim in the Caribbean and sank exhausted onto a beach formed from the erosion of a nearby coral reef. In idly examining the arcuate pastel-colored coral fragments which made up the beach, I saw before me a vast Tanguey painting. Perhaps Tanguey visited such a beach in his childhood.

A very similar improvement in my appreciation of music has occurred with cannabis. For the first time I have been able to hear the separate parts of a three-part harmony and the richness of the counterpoint. I have since discovered that professional musicians can quite easily keep many separate parts going simultaneously in their heads, but this was the first time for me. Again, the learning experience when high has at least to some extent carried over when I’m down. The enjoyment of food is amplified; tastes and aromas emerge that for some reason we ordinarily seem to be too busy to notice. I am able to give my full attention to the sensation. A potato will have a texture, a body, and taste like that of other potatoes, but much more so. Cannabis also enhances the enjoyment of sex – on the one hand it gives an exquisite sensitivity, but on the other hand it postpones orgasm: in part by distracting me with the profusion of image passing before my eyes. The actual duration of orgasm seems to lengthen greatly, but this may be the usual experience of time expansion which comes with cannabis smoking.

I do not consider myself a religious person in the usual sense, but there is a religious aspect to some highs. The heightened sensitivity in all areas gives me a feeling of communion with my surroundings, both animate and inanimate. Sometimes a kind of existential perception of the absurd comes over me and I see with awful certainty the hypocrisies and posturing of myself and my fellow men. And at other times, there is a different sense of the absurd, a playful and whimsical awareness. Both of these senses of the absurd can be communicated, and some of the most rewarding highs I’ve had have been in sharing talk and perceptions and humor. Cannabis brings us an awareness that we spend a lifetime being trained to overlook and forget and put out of our minds. A sense of what the world is really like can be maddening; cannabis has brought me some feelings for what it is like to be crazy, and how we use that word ‘crazy’ to avoid thinking about things that are too painful for us. In the Soviet Union political dissidents are routinely placed in insane asylums. The same kind of thing, a little more subtle perhaps, occurs here: ‘did you hear what Lenny Bruce said yesterday? He must be crazy.’ When high on cannabis I discovered that there’s somebody inside in those people we call mad.

When I’m high I can penetrate into the past, recall childhood memories, friends, relatives, playthings, streets, smells, sounds, and tastes from a vanished era. I can reconstruct the actual occurrences in childhood events only half understood at the time. Many but not all my cannabis trips have somewhere in them a symbolism significant to me which I won’t attempt to describe here, a kind of mandala embossed on the high. Free-associating to this mandala, both visually and as plays on words, has produced a very rich array of insights.

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There is a myth about such highs: the user has an illusion of great insight, but it does not survive scrutiny in the morning. I am convinced that this is an error, and that the devastating insights achieved when high are real insights; the main problem is putting these insights in a form acceptable to the quite different self that we are when we’re down the next day. Some of the hardest work I’ve ever done has been to put such insights down on tape or in writing. The problem is that ten even more interesting ideas or images have to be lost in the effort of recording one. It is easy to understand why someone might think it’s a waste of effort going to all that trouble to set the thought down, a kind of intrusion of the Protestant Ethic. But since I live almost all my life down I’ve made the effort – successfully, I think. Incidentally, I find that reasonably good insights can be remembered the next day, but only if some effort has been made to set them down another way. If I write the insight down or tell it to someone, then I can remember it with no assistance the following morning; but if I merely say to myself that I must make an effort to remember, I never do.

I find that most of the insights I achieve when high are into social issues, an area of creative scholarship very different from the one I am generally known for. I can remember one occasion, taking a shower with my wife while high, in which I had an idea on the origins and invalidities of racism in terms of gaussian distribution curves. It was a point obvious in a way, but rarely talked about. I drew the curves in soap on the shower wall, and went to write the idea down. One idea led to another, and at the end of about an hour of extremely hard work I found I had written eleven short essays on a wide range of social, political, philosophical, and human biological topics. Because of problems of space, I can’t go into the details of these essays, but from all external signs, such as public reactions and expert commentary, they seem to contain valid insights. I have used them in university commencement addresses, public lectures, and in my books.

But let me try to at least give the flavor of such an insight and its accompaniments. One night, high on cannabis, I was delving into my childhood, a little self-analysis, and making what seemed to me to be very good progress. I then paused and thought how extraordinary it was that Sigmund Freud, with no assistance from drugs, had been able to achieve his own remarkable self-analysis. But then it hit me like a thunderclap that this was wrong, that Freud had spent the decade before his self-analysis as an experimenter with and a proselytizer for cocaine; and it seemed to me very apparent that the genuine psychological insights that Freud brought to the world were at least in part derived from his drug experience. I have no idea whether this is in fact true, or whether the historians of Freud would agree with this interpretation, or even if such an idea has been published in the past, but it is an interesting hypothesis and one which passes first scrutiny in the world of the downs.

I can remember the night that I suddenly realized what it was like to be crazy, or nights when my feelings and perceptions were of a religious nature. I had a very accurate sense that these feelings and perceptions, written down casually, would not stand the usual critical scrutiny that is my stock in trade as a scientist. If I find in the morning a message from myself the night before informing me that there is a world around us which we barely sense, or that we can become one with the universe, or even that certain politicians are desperately frightened men, I may tend to disbelieve; but when I’m high I know about this disbelief. And so I have a tape in which I exhort myself to take such remarks seriously. I say ‘Listen closely, you sonofabitch of the morning! This stuff is real!’ I try to show that my mind is working clearly; I recall the name of a high school acquaintance I have not thought of in thirty years; I describe the color, typography, and format of a book in another room and these memories do pass critical scrutiny in the morning. I am convinced that there are genuine and valid levels of perception available with cannabis (and probably with other drugs) which are, through the defects of our society and our educational system, unavailable to us without such drugs. Such a remark applies not only to self-awareness and to intellectual pursuits, but also to perceptions of real people, a vastly enhanced sensitivity to facial expression, intonations, and choice of words which sometimes yields a rapport so close it’s as if two people are reading each other’s minds.

Cannabis enables nonmusicians to know a little about what it is like to be a musician, and nonartists to grasp the joys of art. But I am neither an artist nor a musician. What about my own scientific work? While I find a curious disinclination to think of my professional concerns when high – the attractive intellectual adventures always seem to be in every other area – I have made a conscious effort to think of a few particularly difficult current problems in my field when high. It works, at least to a degree. I find I can bring to bear, for example, a range of relevant experimental facts which appear to be mutually inconsistent. So far, so good. At least the recall works. Then in trying to conceive of a way of reconciling the disparate facts, I was able to come up with a very bizarre possibility, one that I’m sure I would never have thought of down. I’ve written a paper which mentions this idea in passing. I think it’s very unlikely to be true, but it has consequences which are experimentally testable, which is the hallmark of an acceptable theory.

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I have mentioned that in the cannabis experience there is a part of your mind that remains a dispassionate observer, who is able to take you down in a hurry if need be. I have on a few occasions been forced to drive in heavy traffic when high. I’ve negotiated it with no difficult at all, though I did have some thoughts about the marvelous cherry-red color of traffic lights. I find that after the drive I’m not high at all. There are no flashes on the insides of my eyelids. If you’re high and your child is calling, you can respond about as capably as you usually do. I don’t advocate driving when high on cannabis, but I can tell you from personal experience that it certainly can be done. My high is always reflective, peaceable, intellectually exciting, and sociable, unlike most alcohol highs, and there is never a hangover. Through the years I find that slightly smaller amounts of cannabis suffice to produce the same degree of high, and in one movie theater recently I found I could get high just by inhaling the cannabis smoke which permeated the theater.

There is a very nice self-titering aspect to cannabis. Each puff is a very small dose; the time lag between inhaling a puff and sensing its effect is small; and there is no desire for more after the high is there. I think the ratio, R, of the time to sense the dose taken to the time required to take an excessive dose is an important quantity. R is very large for LSD (which I’ve never taken) and reasonably short for cannabis. Small values of R should be one measure of the safety of psychedelic drugs. When cannabis is legalized, I hope to see this ratio as one of he parameters printed on the pack. I hope that time isn’t too distant; the illegality of cannabis is outrageous, an impediment to full utilization of a drug which helps produce the serenity and insight, sensitivity and fellowship so desperately needed in this increasingly mad and dangerous world.

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Wooster Collective share their thoughts about Blu and MOCA

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The talk of the street art world is the Blu and Jeffrey Deitch debacle, where Deitch is doing a street art museum retrospective where he kicked it off by censoring the first mural made the the show.

Wooster Collective, the NY Times of street art, have just given their two cents on the whole hoopla. They side with street art.

But for us, this discussion about Blu’s mural should be a lot more than just a vilification of Jeffrey Deitch and a show of support for Blu. For us, it has more to do with the fact that as time goes on, more and more of our museums fail to live up to the ideals that we have for them. We want, and expect, museums to defend our free speech. We want, and expect, museums to provide a home for provocative thought. We want, and expect, museums to provoke and inspire debate. What we should not want is for museums to be so constrained and commercial that they add very little to the public debate.

The reality is that fewer and fewer museums live up to our ideals. To keep their doors open, museums like MOCA need to appease powerful donors and mount shows that are commercial and bring in the masses. It’s becoming rarer and rarer for museums to mount truly provocative shows that challenge us and change the course of our society.

Read the whole great piece here.

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Chris Sheridan

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Living in Seattle, you have the opportunity to see art on every corner where coffee shops, retail stores, art galleries, even government buildings hang the work of local artists. Often there are no striking resemblances or similarities between pieces or from one show to the next. Often a cultural theme will tie an artists work to his name, or even a consistent subject matter.

But in the case of Chris Sheridan, you can recognize his pieces from across a crowded group show due to his style and technique. The loose yet refined way he paints any figure as well as his use of color defines and almost brands anything he paints as “Chris Sheridan”. His show of new works named “Fondue” is coming up on September 17th 2010, the 2 Year Anniversary of the Seattle Upper Playground at the Fifty 24SEA Gallery. —Jen Vertz

TCR: Can you describe the distinct, expressive style that you have?

I think there are a few things that contribute to what ;it is that people recognize my work as. I mean I come from an illustration background and went to a really traditional school so I work with the figure really tight and put a certain amount of importance of stuff looking right. There’s that foundation, but one thing that I think makes my work stand out is the richness and depth of colors that I like to use, especially in the figure- I really like to get the full gamut in there, like every reflected light. Every little nuance that shows up in the core shadow, and of course I’m interested in reds- so I really play up the reds and oranges. But this thing I’ve been really consistent with since I’ve been really young and all my teachers tried to break me of this for a long time, to me- paint has this particular personality, a flavor- it’s got things that it wants to do. I like to put down a brush stroke and let it go. I’m all about mark making. You’ve got to have quiet parts in the painting, but when you look at mine, there is a good combination between the quiet parts and the parts with mad brush strokes. Whatever it does when that brush stroke goes down, I like to leave it, I don’t like to re-work things, and it maintains a certain freshness to the paint itself. We all have our own thing, but those things- the color and the brushstrokes I think are what makes mine stand out.

TCR: Do you only work in oils?

Yes and no. I don’ t have a thing against other art materials. I think that acrylics are one of those things that teach you how to paint- acrylics it’s sort of like you’re 12 years old and you’re having that date with your first pretty hard-core girlfriend at the time you know, you’re going to see a movie, you’re parents are driving you around, you might kiss and might talk about it later- but when you get into oils, it’s like it’s that awesome woman you meet later in life. And there are so many more things you can do- mind in the gutter or not, the conversation is better, the action is better, you’re relationship, the chemistry between the two of you is better, the person putting down the paint and how that paint then reacts to what it is you’re doing- that’s hot to me. So primarily I work in oils, but each one of them I work with charcoal underneath it. I do really rendered charcoal drawings and then waterproof them then work with oils on top of it.

TCR: I know that some of your paintings have been based on Grimm’s Fairy Tales, how much of an impact does that have on the subject matter or meaning?

Pretty much everything that I have in the body of work right now is based from something. Not just Grimm’s Fairy tales, but my primary interest in creating artwork right now is based off matching things from the histories. How that story has been passed down from through the ages and how that makes me me feel now. And so weather it’s Aesop’s fables, Grimm’s Fairy tales, Homer, the Bible, the Koran, I’ve brought things from many different places and I read a little bit here and there and if something really stands out, a concept that really kicks ass and I have a person or personality that really matches up with that I take that old story weather it’s still thought of now or not, and mix it with that contemporary person with them in their surroundings now and see how it fits. A lot of these stories are things they sort of forgot about or don’t speak about, but were so important to shape our society. I like to take the little bits and pieces of it and put em in there, sort of vague, sort of complete, and take some of the symbolism from them and create these pieces so that when people come up to them they may pick it up right away. But either way, because I’m touching on those old things, it really opens up people to speaking to me about the artwork. That’s what makes it feel to me ‘alright, I’m done…’

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“Let’s all go and get new guns, let’s all go and get new guns…”

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The militia from 1762 called, they said it was okay to put the arms down.

Thanks Supreme Court! Boy, that is super awesome that you have caved to NRA pressure and reinterpreted and extended an outdated, totally senseless law from the 1700s! While we are at it, let’s see if the British want to tax us some more? Everyone, guns, guns, guns. Gun parties. Guns do so well in our society, we have really earned the right to all have them. Suburban dads “protecting” their family, urban dads “protecting” their neighborhood, white Christian dudes “protecting” the environment from those crazy deer / rabbits that we all know need to be shot at. Personal gun rights are so in need of extended protection.

Seriously, we are a nation of idiots. You can, Supreme Court Justices, you know, reinterpret and reevaluate the Bill of Rights, because, you know, that is your job. We should all have to fight it out with swords and bows and arrows, at least that would be interesting.

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