Serre Chevalier Transfer
Initially naive depictions of cows going to pasture, wood poyas are now a common art form. Serre Chevalier’s artist Penelope has created them 1 of her trademarks.
Speckled, brown or black, they patiently adhere to a single yet another on the path to the mountain pasture. Each and every June, the cattle herds climb the mountain to look for rich, refreshing grass. This pastoral custom originated in the middle ages and formed the Alpine landscapes as effectively as approaches of existence and architecture. It also gave life to a whole set of traditions, festivals and new art kinds. The ‘pay as, are a reflection of this heritage. Poyas have been very first produced in 19th century Switzerland.
The title means ‘the herd is leaving’ in regional dialect. They had been carved in wooden by the farmers and then painted in brilliant colours. The poyas showed every farm’s herd and have been a way of exhibiting guests the prosperity of the farm. Denis Buchs, director of a Swiss museum with an extensive poya assortment, writes: “The poya portrays the conventional farm organisation. The farm hierarchy is clearly outlined, with the shepherd at the front, then the major cows with their huge cowbells and fancy collars, after which stick to the other cows with bronze bells, heifers and calves. Goats, sheep and possibly a few pigs are at the stop of the procession. All needed gear for doing work up the mountain pasture is displayed on a wagon. A mountain pasture group typically consisted of 5 to seven guys, and they all had their provided location in the line, just like the animals.”
Poyas have formulated from specific portraits of mountain pasture procedures to a a lot more imaginative illustration of pastoral life. They have also spread to other Alpine areas. “Poyas are very frequent in the Northern French Alps, but in this place, they have been fairly rare, mainly since cattle farming was uncommon here,” explains the Briancon poya artist Penelope. She has never ever the less decided to begin creating regional poyas, as the fascination for rural art and classic decor has observed a remarkable increase in the previous many years.
Penelope has lived in the area given that the 1980′s and works as a graphic artist as effectively as creating her very own artwork. She 1st came to Serre Chevalier since of her enthusiasm for snowboarding, and was subsequently seduced by the tranquillity of the region. She has experimented with a lot of diverse art kinds, these kinds of as painting on silk and on leather, pottery and functioning with other textiles. In 2000, she went for a painting training course in the Northern Alps, and learned poyas and other folkloric artwork. “I cherished these naive paintings on prolonged, wood boards, and had constantly enjoyed operating with wooden.”
No sooner was she back again in Serre Chevalier than she was producing her very own poyas. “I like mixing different tactics, relying on what I experience like. First I have to decide on a board. I either use aged larch planks or new ones that I form with the support ofjigsaws, files and other tools. I at times beautify them with wood carvings as effectively.” After this initial approach, a motif has to be conceived and painted on to the boards.
Penelope draws inspiration from previous art guides, photos and drawings, but also from individual expertise. Her early poyas were classically naive, but she now experiments with styles and colours. She often adds mountain flowers and evocative backdrops. Her largest actually poya was four metres extended. “The Briancon location has a tradition of sheep farming, so I made the decision to make poyas with sheep and goats in them, to generate a closer relation to the nearby traditions.” Her poyas range in cost between 85 and one,500 euros, based on dimension and style. Poyas can be hung the two inside and exterior, and if you retain your eyes open, you may spot a couple of decorating chalets in the Serre Chevalier location.
You can usually see examples of Penelope’s wooden poya art in the Hotel Plein Sud in Chantemerle, Serre Chevalier.
Serre Chevalier is a amazing portion of France and even though recognized as a ski resort, Penelope proves that art and culture is alive and properly in The French Alps.
Jane is based in Santa Monica, California, USA, but travels extensively throughout Europe. She enjoys, travel, historical past, skiing and snowboarding. She tries to mix the issues she likes with her work, so I compose posts about things I locate interesting that I discover in my lifestyle.
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RT I found a way to combine wine making and cattle farming. I herd it through the grapevine.
RT In the United States people put 10x more of their energy into being rich and famous than helping people in their communities.
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He plays the same stupid note on and on through any number of “artworks”…. presumably. I can't bother to look at more than the above two.
You can try reading some of this to get the dazzling intellectual thought process behind McCarthy's work.
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McCarthy's video challenges image of the painter as a lonely genius. The new networked possibilities for art are not so far from models of participation (not collaboration), but reveal them and remind us of their timeless utility, while also firing a volley at the “lonely genius” stereotype.
The “lonely genius” stereotype. Oh, brother.
What's Mcarthy's art really about? It's all made so that yahoos like the one below, who calls himself a visual arts reviewer can go on and on endlessly with his addle pated thoughts trying to “explain” Mcarthy's relevance and his heroic innovations and updating of Marcel Duchamp. Who reads any of it? You got me. I could only get to the second sentence when I read other “elusive descriptors exist.”
What's a descriptor? I've never heard anybody use that word. Aha! I'm in artspeak land, where Roget's Thesaurus can go hog wild. Descriptor, Merriam-Webster tells me descriptor is a word that serves to describe or identify. Synonyms are: course, frame, shape, kind, sort, bod, pattern…. ad nauseum. Noun descriptor : a piece of stored information that is used to identify an item in an information storage and retrieval system. Synonyms: signifier, form, word form.
Word games. “Art critics” play endless meaningless word games. They write books about “The End of Art” “The End of the End of Art” “Endless Endings of Never-Ending Endless Art.” You know how someone qualifies to be an art writer? Perhaps they had to finish grade school. But I don't think that's even necessary nowadays. All one needs is the ability to talk complete horse shit without blinking.
Piero Manzoni was canning his shit decades ago.
Read about Schwarzkogler. Self-mutilation and the “hollowness of existence” are old news. But not to the contemporary Avant-Garde. Never ending….. ever ending and never ending. It's quite a spectacle. It of course requires the endlessly gullible who have never read a piece of art history. They have no idea that Mcarthy is just recycling versions of the same old Manzoni canned shit.
Rudolf Schwarzkogler (13 November 1940 in Vienna – 20 June 1969) was an Austrian performance artist closely associated with the Viennese Actionism group that included artists Günter Brus, Otto Mühl, and Hermann Nitsch.
He is best known today for photographs depicting his series of closely controlled “Aktionen” featuring such iconography as a dead fish, a dead chicken, bare light bulbs, colored liquids, bound objects, and a man wrapped in gauze. The enduring themes of Schwarzkogler's works involved experience of pain and mutilation, often in an incongruous clinical context, such as 3rd Aktion (1965) in which a patient's head swathed in bandages is being pierced by what appears to be a corkscrew, producing a bloodstain under the bandages. They reflect a message of despair at the disappointments and hurtfulness of the world.
Chris Burden once remarked that a 1970s Newsweek Magazine article, which had mentioned himself and Schwarzkogler, had embarrassingly misreported that Schwarzkogler had died by slicing off his penis during a performance.[1] A scene in Schwarzkogler's foto-performances had been starry-eyed misinterpreted. The castration theme in some of them — for example, in Aktion 2 he posed with a sliced open fish covering his groin — have additionally fueled this myth. Ironically, the protagonist of the Aktion in which the cutting of a penis was simulated, was not Schwarzkogler himself, but a friend and model, the renowned photographer Hans Cibulka. When Schwarzkogler died, the series of performances had been finished long ago. He was found without any evidence for more than an accident, under the window from which he fell. It generated speculations and further myths.
I've been watching this go on for years living in NYC, which is probably why I'm not shocked, just bored beyond belief. Don't forget I went to art school in the mid-70s where I had to view Bruce Naumann's masterpiece rubbing black grease paint on his balls filmed in close-up at infinitely slow speed in a contemporary art history course. He's been doing the same thing in different versions up until today. And guess what? He's considered one of the greatest living American artists.
Here's Nauman. Notice any similarity between this and the half-witted crap churned out McCarthy?
There's nothing remotely shocking or sick about any of this stuff. These guys aren't sick at all. They're perfectly rational. They're making fortunes comparable to King Midas with their cynical nihilistic bullshit.]]>
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