Rolling

write on

its impossible. i've been trying to write something meaningful for days. everything comes in fragments, not quite cohesive and showing slim evidence of any vital signs

days like these i drag the mind through mud, then hang out it to dry. still no thing. the keys clack clack but they're stiff with hard baked silt.

at best, ideas are fleeting, they are flashes caught from the corners of the eye...barely held, never contained.

©burgseye 2009

Under, over, within.

End of the Millenium Psychosis Blues

10 years ago, I had just completed my Visual Art Degree at the University of Glamorgan, Wales. Having just completed the largest body of work, I have ever produced, I was looking forward to a new life in a new country with a young family. It has taken me 10 years to get back to producing anywhere near as much work as I produced during those 3 years and to begin to see how that might be applied and developed. So now seems an apt time to review and re-present, my Graduation Show from 1999, a decade, century and millenia ago!

The show was an installation of individual artworks. All the work was made from found objects. The shape of the space was an equilateral triangle ( A 'magic' shape), which allowed everything to balance. In the centre I had built a sort of altar and tranmistter so that all the 'signals' being generated by the work could be 'amplified' and 'broadcast' throughout time and space. This concept was heavily influenced by Pythagoras' 'Music of the Spheres' and musicians such as Sun Ra. An audio-collage of found-sounds from the local environment, played from hidden speakers behind the main paintings.

I only have one piece left (A couple of other pieces survive elsewhere) and these few pics and some sketches, and somehow that suits the temporal nature of the work.

Temple of the Extraparaperceptual Process

Ephemeral-temporal

I've posted before about my unhealthy attraction to walls. I'm reviewing a bunch of graffnephemera for a future show and tell. The images below were all shot within an hour on a Downtown city block in LA September 2008.

All images and text © burgsEye 2009

Out of my Treehouse

Over the last 4 weeks I have been working on a new set of prints for sale. The series, entitled Treehouse, will be offered for sale at the Next Door Gallery, Birkenhead, Auckland and through Neil Buddle, direct. Here are the 3 individual prints presented as a triptych, with the accompanying information which will be included with the prints. The Treehouse series juxtaposes two iconic ‘Kiwi’ elements; the colonial villa and a native tree.
The depiction of modest villa/cottages, references the employment of these mighty trees in building much of New Zealand’s early infrastructure and housing. This large-scale deforestation by colonial settlers has had a huge impact on New Zealand.
These prints are intended as a gentle reminder of the importance of celebrating and conserving both the natural and built heritage of Aotearoa's majestic trees.

God's Gimp

Sketch print for a developing idea.

This image is less about sex and more about life, the idea of us being manipulated by some unseen power. Despite the struggle we enjoy it anyway, happily spilling seed, fruitlessly on the broken ground.

It also references the influence that christian moral values have had on western society and the rest of the world and how we are in-some-way, in bondage to them.

Dylanizm - A Dangerous Cult or Hope for Humanity?

DIG, The Reverend, El Presidente, Hamilton Taight are all only part of a larger picture, a greater network of underground/overground re-active agents.

Recent communiques from Hamilton Taight, have contained some startling new intelligence from RE-Active agent Burkoffski, collected at great peril in the field. This information I will now divulge to you - Please note that DIG takes no responsibility for any enlightenment you suffer as a direct result of receiveing this classified information.

One of the most intriguing discoveries is a new movement called 'Dylanizm'. This movement seems to be terra-forming Suburbia, by subtly extracting the essence of the exceptional, from what was previously considered a barren waste of mediocrity.

No-one knows who or indeed what exactly, this Dylanizm is? However despite it's secretive origins, disciples of Dylanizm are busy propagating, their manifesto, through subliminal advertising and subscription-only publications, such as that featured here.

The only questions seems to be..."Will you join the revolution?"







(Confidential Audio-Report from Stithen-AC, by Agent Burkoffski).