![Sebastián Errázuriz has become one of my favorite modern artists of the modern era - even if he has been around circling the “in-the-know” groups of the art scene for some time.
Young at thirty-one and out of Chile, Errázuriz took out neighboring exhibits at Cristina Grajales’s New York gallery booth last year where he was named “Sebastián E” to showcase his work [quite like the imagination on ecstasy with an art credit tagged on].
Essentially he shocked observers without sex, he hooked them without drugs, and opened up facets of the mind to thinking that has never been executed in the physical sense before.
As I read about in Interview, SebE had displayed a glass table whose base was “an entire overturned Crespon tree,” a shelf similarly made from “a fallen tree branch with books stacked along its twisting arms,” and a desk lamp whose body was actually that of a taxidermy duck. I probably shouldn’t forget to mention his sketches of “a motorboat coffin” in which one would “sink for eternity inside the wood box.”
How I can volunteer to help the next time he relocates slaughter-house-bound cows “to graze on top of a downtown skyscraper”? His work with the city as his canvas [or clay slab, or recording studio, or pen and paper, or whatever art medium you fancy] has no boundaries. He lit a string of lights wrapped around a crane “over the city like a giant night lamp.”
Errázuriz’s art-imitating-life-imitating-art approach [“a fur coat out of teddy bears, belts out of belt buckles”] has me pinned to a savings jar to ultimately own a piece of this NYU-studied genius.
Those savings are definitely going towards that duck lamp. Definitely.
[photo courtesy of Interview online]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/rghFwNj9Hnftk6j4j2iAYeR1o1_400.jpg)
Over 33 weeks of musings, seeings, findings, and workings thus far - but now begins the semi-eternal hibernation.
Until the sun never sets,
The Archives Pseudonymous
- as in right now.
I wander. I click and clack. I breathe black smoke. I carry the sun and I carry the moon. We run through forests and we run through valleys and part for tunnels long and bright. That familiar humming in the night, that sonorous whistle breaking morning, that’s me. That’s me.
I did just delete all of my personal works off here.
One of these days you’ll know why.
Sebastián Errázuriz has become one of my favorite modern artists of the modern era - even if he has been around circling the “in-the-know” groups of the art scene for some time.
Young at thirty-one and out of Chile, Errázuriz took out neighboring exhibits at Cristina Grajales’s New York gallery booth last year where he was named “Sebastián E” to showcase his work [quite like the imagination on ecstasy with an art credit tagged on].
Essentially he shocked observers without sex, he hooked them without drugs, and opened up facets of the mind to thinking that has never been executed in the physical sense before.
As I read about in Interview, SebE had displayed a glass table whose base was “an entire overturned Crespon tree,” a shelf similarly made from “a fallen tree branch with books stacked along its twisting arms,” and a desk lamp whose body was actually that of a taxidermy duck. I probably shouldn’t forget to mention his sketches of “a motorboat coffin” in which one would “sink for eternity inside the wood box.”
How I can volunteer to help the next time he relocates slaughter-house-bound cows “to graze on top of a downtown skyscraper”? His work with the city as his canvas [or clay slab, or recording studio, or pen and paper, or whatever art medium you fancy] has no boundaries. He lit a string of lights wrapped around a crane “over the city like a giant night lamp.”
Errázuriz’s art-imitating-life-imitating-art approach [“a fur coat out of teddy bears, belts out of belt buckles”] has me pinned to a savings jar to ultimately own a piece of this NYU-studied genius.
Those savings are definitely going towards that duck lamp. Definitely.
[photo courtesy of Interview online]
“I don’t do drugs, I am drugs.” —
Salvador Dalí (via bitchville)
I was skimming through Tumblr’s cleverly-placed “Popular Stuff” at the post-logout screen and saw this; I had to log back in.
the possibility that I may be catching Tim Kasher & His Lovely Crew Called Cursive in California late June.
Ecstasy wouldn’t even come close as a feeling.
Thank you for new West Coast dates. C’est formidable.
waiting for feedback.
Although I do appreciate the time taken to make it genuine.
…But I’d really love to know right now: what goes on with the things I submit?
Dear Mother,
Dies ist mich nach allen von diesen Jahren. Ich bin das Grün.
Vielen Dank.
Mit Liebe,
Ihr kleines rosafarbenes Schweinmädchen
sea-salted soynut butter.
Oh Twitter, I have nothing to say for you.
But I do want to watch at least one Oprah episode by the end of the year.
Via ffffoundBravo, 2009!
quelquefois Internet me fait sourire.
pour toujours le votre,
S.
“You only die once. Why not leave in style?” — Only said by Sebastián Errázuriz.
Rescheduled shoot tomorrow. [Strapless] with [pumps] and [rebellious collar up]. [Purple] with [yellow] and [black].
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