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The lore around the class is such that incoming students are often desperate to have the once-in-a-lifetime experience. As one student told me, they “arrive with pre-nostalgia.”
Sarah Thornton — Seven Days in the Art World, 45
I’ve always just thought of it as “high expectations”, but “pre-nostalgia” is a wonderful and apt term.
“I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in Kansas City, Missouri. It took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. A taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. He stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. He opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them.
Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. I built them a vitrine with a light blue base. Their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. The points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … Viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. The tragedy of beauty is its transience.
The twins live forever in their own demise. They are sleeping beauties.They have been muses since I first saw them … We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. We erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. My twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. The twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.”
I’m not really a sucker for sentimental things, but this just got me.
(via brocatus)
I was rummaging through drawers for a pack of staples, when I found some polaroids from the end of the summer. Niki made this beyond wonderful rock sculpture at the double secret beach. Polaroids are so appealing because they not only leave room for happy accidents in exposure and color, but where you throw the prints and when you find them again. I love digital, but I hope Polaroid doesn’t die.
