I’m very excited for my latest craft experiment, where I rhythmically slap sale rank oil paint onto a canvas and I see how long it takes to dry so that I can finally touch the paint textures I stare at so longingly in museums. 12 hours in, still wet. I am beginning to think this might take longer than I thought which you can imagine is quite a burden, as I am absolutely horned up to rub this paint.
You guys sound like you know what you’re talking about but I’m gonna touch it every twenty minutes just to be sure
I’ve put this canvas to age in the basement like a fine wine, along another recent masterpiece of mine “I put the paint on me hand and I slap the canvas like a bongo”
Paint slapped on 6/9, as of 6/22 (I mean actually it was a couple days ago but I didn’t fully check the dryness then so I can’t be sure):
It is rubbery feeling and the peaks of paint move when you flick them. The texture is not at ALL what I expected tbh and it makes me excited to try a different experiment, thick brush strokes, you know, those mad thicc ones that swirl real good
Here’s an additional shot with my coffee cup for a further sense of scale so people will understand that these canvases are small and therefore stop sending me asks about my supposedly gorilla sized hands, you bastards, you rotten bastards scared of the hands your minds gave me
I don’t know shit about art but isn’t this like a great example of art that pushes the boundaries of what art is? Like you’ve got your canvas with paint on it, but your reason for putting the paint there is totally different than why most people put paint on stuff. It’s like a study on texture or something.
Agreed, this is really cool and also I love the fact that you really wanted to touch some paint, so you just went out and bought a bunch of paint and made your own painting for touching purposes. That’s striking me as really really cool right now for reasons I can’t entirely articulate.
Mikael Chukwuma Owunna,
a queer Nigerian-Swedish artist raised in Pittsburgh, has spent the
past two and a half years photographing Black men and women for a series
titled Infinite Essence. Hand-painted using fluorescent paints
and photographed in complete darkness, Owunna’s subjects are
illuminated by a flash outfitted with a UV filter, which turns their
nude bodies into glowing celestial figures.
Owunna tells Colossal that the series was his response to the
frequent images and videos of Black people being killed by those sworn
to protect them: the police. The photographer’s friends, family members,
dancers, and one person he connected with on Instagram serve as models
for the project, which is named after an idea from his Igbo heritage.
“All of our individual spirits are just one ray of the infinite essence
of the sun,” Owunna explains. “By transcending the visible spectrum, I
work to illuminate a world beyond our visible structures of racism,
sexism, homophobia and transphobia where the black body is free.”
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
The pink and gold one is one of my best friends!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!
