Showing posts with label The Upset. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Upset. Show all posts

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Mia Makila

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I first came across Mia's work via that contemporary art book I reviewed called The Upset. It seems after some cursory research that she is often labelled as a horror or gothic/lowbrow artist, however the first thing I immediately thought of when staring at the painterly abomination called Grimreaper (last image) was 'bad' painting. Mia definately deserves to have the humorous and perversely child-like aspect of her work analysed, its not all about angst and madness you know.
Like Armen Eloyan or George Condo, Mia gives a strangely nostalgic reminder of a time when cartoons could get away with being violent, its an alien sensation to most people of the 00's to have something other than media equivelant of baby food visually and audibly spoon fed to them. Theres also a hard sexual element to her work (particularly her paintings) thats about as subtle as that Funnelgirl meme. The ejaculatory splatters of white and pink paint are a harsh jibe at the myth of the heroic masculine painter, but they also give the works an unpretentious appearance as they ruin their own status as fine art objects. They invite abandonment and waste.
Some of her most unpleasant works are her altered antique photos. Presumably brought from flea markets and such, Mia violates the tenderness of these anonymous people by scrawling fanged visages over the individuals faces and surrounding them with phallic and blasphemous symbols. They remind me somewhat of Anna Barriball's ink and graphite altered photographs, only instead of cool and calm appropiation we have instead demented vandalism. We know Mia is an lovely, decent and law abiding person but theres very little in these alteration works to seperate them from the genuinely defiled artefacts of some lost vagrant soul. I admire an artist that can transcend taboos and ingrained expressive transgression in order to create something laudable.


Tuesday, 20 October 2009

I'm back baby! / This week i've mostly been reading

Hello my fellow appropiation fans. I'm sorry I haven't updated this blog for a while but i've distracted by very un-FO genres lately like sci-fi art, lowbrow, gothic, anime, etc. It didn't seem right that I fill this blog with lovely artwork when you've come to expect (if not crave) sculptures made of expanding foam with taxidermied dugongs sticking out of the top. Things will be returning to normal in due course. In that time I have been reading some very good books.


A HUGE book filled with aesthetically pleasing artists that I tend to overlook. In here you'll the the freshest and most interesting painting, caricature, digital art, graffiti and graphic illustration of recent years from artists who have difficulty being exhibited in fine art establishments. If only there were more democratic and eclectic galleries in the world ran by people who were willing to show visual artists alongside multi-media or conceptual ones. Contains some of my favorites like Ray Caesar and Daniel Richter.

Art & Ideas series: Conceptual Art



Well written and digestible book on what can easily turn into a very dry subject in the wrong hands. Filled with quotes artists, critics and even contextualized lyrics the author feels relates to the feelings and philosophy during concept arts heyday in 1970's. Can you envision Phaidon ever getting it wrong?

I've also been reading Vitamin 3D also published by Phaidon a lot more thoroughly and its turning up some interesting and overlooked artists, expect some future articles here to be about them. I also returned the Victor Alimpiev exhibition in the IKON Gallery, Birmingham. This time I actually remembered to go into the tower room and watch his uncharacteristically short video piece Is It Yours?. In it a young lady appears to be manipulated puppet like via the camera operators hand from a height. Its one of his more disconcerting and disturbing works for the girl crashes to the floor whenever the hand slackens the invisible connection between them, and she rise limply like a marionette when the hand tenses. I did buy a book called Russian Art in Translation which has some interesting images and articles within, but seems a bit thrown together and half-arsed to be brutally honest.

So never fear Fallen Over lurkers The blogs not dead, it just went on a small rambling trip retracing Robert Long's walking pieces. Thats bound to impress some of the more land art types that might visit the site. Cheers!


An Introduction to Fallen Over