Back in June 2012, I posted about a guy down in Australia, Geoff Ostling, who hopes to have his tattooed skin hung on a gallery wall as art after he dies. I got the impression that Mr. Ostling thought his idea of displaying tattoo art postmortem was something new, but it turns out there already is a decades-old tattoo hall of fame.
The April 3, 1950 issue of Life magazine included an article about Dr. Sei-ichi Fukushi, curator of the Imperial University of Tokyo's collection of tattooed human skins. As of 1950, he had already acquired 38 human skins which were on display in the University's gallery, and Dr. Fukushi was eager to expand the collection.
I ride the NYC subway trains, usually in the evening when the seats are full. I focus on the shape of the space between the person sitting next to me and myself. I attempt to mentally and emotionally re-sculpt that space. In my mind, I reshape it — from the stiff and guarded space between strangers to the soft and yielding space between friends. I direct all my energy to this space between us. When the space palpably changes, and I completely feel like the stranger sitting next to me is my friend, I rest my head on that person's shoulder...
I'm guessing that guys who grope women's buttocks on crowded trains probably go through the same kind of mental wind-up.
Anyway, Ferrandi has a friend sitting opposite record the results of her space re-shaping.
"You'll be amazed at the wonderful change that takes place in your room the moment you hang this giant picture... Hang it in your home for one week without risk. If you are not thrilled, the low price of 19/6 will be refunded without question."
Artist Samuel Rowlett got tired of working in his studio, so he rigged up a device that allows him to carry a large canvas and chairs on his back, and he hikes around outside with this. According to galleristny.com: "Mr. Rowlett has worn it while trekking through a Western Massachusetts snowfall, wading through a Connecticut riverbed and ambling through the streets of New York."
Sounds like Rowlett should team up with the "walking artist" Hamish Fulton. They'd make quite a pair.
And the same Gallerist NY article contains another nugget of weirdness:
"In some anthropology departments, they're now doing walking as a Ph.D.," said performance artist Moira Williams, who is a founding member of the New York Walk Exchange, a group that develops creative walks that emphasize the body as "a way to produce and transmit knowledge." Her projects are more explicit performances, which intervene in the world. For one ongoing work, Exchange, she glued seeds beneath her arm. Days later, when they germinated, she transplanted them into the pouch of a shirt she tailored with a built-in watering system and roamed her mystified neighborhood asking residents for water. When the seedlings grew, she planted them into a barren patch of earth, an act that emphasized her physical relationship with the environment.
I spent quite a few years pursuing a PhD that I never completed. If I had known there was the option of getting a PhD in Walking, that would have changed everything.
Keira Rathbone creates elaborate drawings using an old 1960s typewriter. I guess someone must still manufacture ribbons for those things. She says she mostly uses dashes, slashes, and brackets. Letters are more useful for shading. You can check out more of her work at her website.