~CINDERS OPENING PIX . . BRIAN CHIPPENDALE
subtitle: FEAR IN THE FACE OF ART, and make that, ‘comic book-inspired art’ . . no less.
or, more simply put: FEAR LURKS IN TISSELTON.
and, yeah: TISSEL RHYMES WITH . . FIZZLE !!
CINDERS PROJECTS PRESENTS . . DECADE OF DECADUNCE
a 10 year anniversary group show – that run thru JULY 2014
in a pop-up space at DOSSIER OUTPOST – SOUTH STREET SEAPORT, NYC.
the show is now down, but CINDERS IS ALWAYS OPEN . . ALIVE and well, with embers burning . . !!
keepers of the flame, the home fires.
‘Americana’ . . in a nutshell.
CINDERS – a BROOKLYN-based, free-roaming, 24-7 online indie art venue / project !!
every time I see Brian Chippendale’s work, my mind gets blown. literally, and my ability to write – short circuits. thus artlovers, quite seriously – artlovers has been offline for a few weeks, now.
so, no. it was not just summer break. it was Chippendale . . break-down.
fear . . to write about Chippendale is no laughing matter.
proper words can just NOT be . . as over-the-top, disconnected, distorted, truthful, and well . . distressed. child’s play ?
how to be . . a verbal witness ?
when it’s . . ‘for your eyes only’.
heat. it’s like the zenith of summer. the bright white sear of a so-called ‘super’ moon.
it’s like the skull and cross bones vs. the man in the moon.
the intelligence ‘factor’ . . is that high.
the desire to communicate is that strong.
cloaked at first glance in a primitive scribble.
shake and bake smoke signals . . rocking your world.
the addition of ‘words’ just goes to show the ‘pictorial’ extent – to which he IS trying to communicate.
TISSELTON / TINSEL TOWN. you know . . Hollywood, the world, the media. the works.
the illusion of shiny things, the hiss of snakes.
what the F mess is going down / on .. in Tinseltown (the US ?, the world ? the planet ?)
(and) what will YOU do with it / about it ?
I don’t know.
commit more violence ?
you can’t make a ‘cake’ / a good thing. with (just) a plant and a dream.
so, let’s go meet ‘the’ maker.
so, face your maker / face your devils. and undo the hard-wire violence & planet entropy (???)
so, am I wrong, to think outside the . . box ?
love those primal screaming . . crayon colors.
red is for . . EBOLA.
green is for . . green slime in the great lakes.
yellow . . is for globalization. Isis ? the desert hordes, a warning.
yellow is for caution. Chippendale yellow. it’s not sure not for sun, surf and tanning.
more like, what made America great . . is coming back to bite us in the butt.
blue is for the . . devil.
blue is for .. choking, can’t breathe.
I DON’T KNOW.
I DO KNOW. I KNOW / NOW.
CONNECT THE DOT (S).
COMMIT MORE VIOLENCE.
COMMIT MORE GLOBAL / ‘UN’ VIOLENCE.
UN for “one” . . it always comes down to the ‘one’. the single actions of the ‘one’ ?
or is that: UN for un-do !! un-do the violence. stop the violence.
omg – singularity. the collective consciousness of the web.
I just looked up ‘UN’ and I got this !!
omg – it’s an open-sourced, infinitely rebounding TINSEL TOWN universe . . after all !!
GEORGE CLOONEY & AMAL interjected into the the strife in Gaza, as if . .
but, CHIPPENDALE ?
apparently spot the dot / right on. shine on, TISSELTON !!
what I can’t express properly, this is where I short circuit . .
is how the work is a blown-apart / deconstructed composition / universe . . just from a purely, very academic artistic point of view, that also has . . big thoughts cloaked in primitive scribblings, and a real desire. a big literal desire, as in a literal ‘stab’ by using actual language & word play to enter your mind, and blow it up, too.
everything here aims for a state of mind – greater than the one where you were, before you entered the (Chippendale) picture.
or only possibly more simply:
if you can follow the breadcrumb trail, on the tippy toes of an elf – you are halfway there !!
yep, another hardcore prankster !!
it’s like literally . . the mind-thought cartoon ‘caption’ bubbles of a hardcore indie thinker coming at ya like smoke signals. blowing you away, and then blowing away, themselves.
dots that connect, add up, and disperse.
it’s a very kinetic, participatory art form.
your mind just feels like a cloud in your head escaping the cage.
is the best I can put it.
oops, I thought it might have a happy ending, I thought I saw a little ‘heart’ around the edges ?
but no, more like the 21st century version of . . . ‘The Scream’.
more like a deer . . caught in the headlights. as in, fear-full.
my brain on . . Chippendale.
my very radar . . invaded, undone.
by the cartoon scribbles that strip us down to the bony skeleton of existence.
where all fear lurks.
Chip (away) at that dale.
it’s going, going, gone.
Brian Chippendale .. the new century James Joyce ?
PHOTOS: NANCY SMITH