Saturday, 28 April 2012

Map Symbols

Been thinking about traditional forms of representation in maps. How block colour, symbolism and line converge to create an understandable topography.
On my journey around the internet found these incredible examples of Latvian maps from the 1920s.
They remind me a little of A Humument by Tom Phillips.

Land Use | Latvia | 1920s

Vegetation and Land Use | Latvia | 1920s

Bridges / Rivers | Latvia | 1920s

Monday, 23 April 2012

landscape #5

landscape #5 by I.E. Toledo
landscape #5, a photo by I.E. Toledo on Flickr.

pink and blue layer

landscape #3

landscape #3 by I.E. Toledo
landscape #3, a photo by I.E. Toledo on Flickr.

purple ad yellow layer


landscape #7 by I.E. Toledo
landscape #7, a photo by I.E. Toledo on Flickr.

yellow and grey layer

Friday, 20 April 2012

from Sol Lewitt

You seem the same as always, and being you, hate every minute of it. Don’t! Learn to say ‘Fuck you’ to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, gasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, rumbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, note-sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding grinding grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO.

From your description, and from what I know of your previous work and your ability, the work you are doing sounds very good. ‘Drawings - clean-clear but crazy like machines, larger, bolder, real nonsense.’ That sounds wonderful - real nonsense. Do more. More nonsensical more crazy machines, more breasts, penises, cunts, whatever - make them abound with nonsense. Try and tickle something inside you, your ‘weird humor.’ You belong in the most secret part of you. Don’t worry about cool, make your own uncool. Make your own, your own world. If you fear, make it work for you - draw and paint your fear and anxiety. And stop worrying about big, deep things such as ‘to decide on a purpose and way of life, a consistent approach to even some impossible end or even an imagined end.’ You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO! I have much confidence in you and even though you are tormenting yourself, the work you do is very good. Try to do some BAD work. The worst you can think of and see what happens but mainly relax and let everything go to hell. You are not responsible for the world - you are only responsible for your work, so do it. And don’t think that your work has to conform to any idea or flavor. It can be anything you want it to be. But if life would be easier for you if you stopped working then stop. Don’t punish yourself. However, I think that it is so deeply engrained in you that it would be easier to DO.”

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

23. A Journey around my Room

I will only say one word or two about the next engraving

It Represents the family of the Unfortunate Ugolino dying of starvation: around him, one of his sons lies motionless at his feet; the others hold their enfeebled arms to him and beg him for bread, while the wretched father, leaning against the pillar of the prison, his eyes wild and staring, his face frozen in the horrible tranquility that comes with the last vicissitudes of despair, simultaneously dies his won death and that of all his children, and suffers everything that human nature can suffer.

Brave Chevalier d'Assas, behold how you expire under a thousand bayonets, making one last courageous effort and showing a heroism that, these days, we no longer witness!

And you who weep under those palm trees unhappy Negro woman! You whom a barbarian, who of course was not an Englishman, betrayed and abandoned... ah, more than that! He had the cruelty to sell you like a vile slave, desire your love and the services you had rendered him, depite the fruit of his tender affection that you bear within your womb - I will not pass in front of your image without paying you the homage that is owed to your sensitive nature and your tribulations!

Let us pause awhile before this other picture: it is a young shepherdess who is tending her flock all alone on the summit of the Alps... Gentle shepherdess, tell me where one can find the happy corner of earth that you inhabit! From what distant sheepfold did you set out this morning at sunrise? Could I not go there and live with you? - But alas! It will not be long before the mild tranquility you enjoy evaporates; the demon of war , not content with making cities desolate, will soon bring upheaval and terror right into your solitary retreat . Already the soldiers are munching up; i can see them advancing from mountain to mountain, and coming ever closer to the skies - The roar of the canon can be heard in the lofty dwelling place of thunder. - Fly shepherdess, urge on your flock hide away in the wildest and remotest caverns: there is no rest on this melancholy earth!
pps 32 & 33, XAVIER DE MAISTRE