<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:50:56.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notions of Reality</title><subtitle type='html'>"It is the poet and philosopher who provide the community of objectives in which the artist participates.  Their chief preoccupation, like the artist, is the expression in concrete form of their notions of reality." - Mark Rothko, The Artist's Reality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-7236672275223037367</id><published>2009-08-29T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:01:57.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago at the Getty Center in Los Angeles, I had the chance to see an exhibition by German photographers Bernd and Hilla Becher.  Each image was a small, black and white image of a building structure.  Sometimes these structures were arranged in a grid, showing each side of  a single building, or several buildings of a similar type.  The viewing invited comparison between what the artists consider "typologies" of Western European industrial and residential structures.  The exhibition was paired with a large collection of portrait photographs by August Sander, who documented various individuals who typified various subcultures.  After viewing Sander's traditional portraits of people, I felt that the Becher exhibition of building structures was also I kind of portraiture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Getty Center website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For nearly 50 years, Bernd and Hilla Becher photographed the industrial architecture of western Europe. Using a large-format camera loaded with five-by-seven-inch sheet film, they created an archive of the basic forms that inform our understanding of the industrial era. Rendered with absolute precision in the palette of cool grays characteristic of medium-contrast gelatin silver prints, each structure is centered against a cloudless sky, filling the picture frame. Their choice to limit decisions, effectively employing a "nonstyle"—which, ironically, became an immediately recognizable style—demonstrates the role the Bechers' work has played in bridging the gap between photography as document and photography as art in the second half of the 20th century."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masters-of-fine-art-photography.com/02/artphotogallery/photographers/bernd_and_hilla_becher_01.html"&gt;Online book of Becher work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernd and Hilla Becher, large, steel storage tank, circa 1960s, silver gelatin print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SplCQpnEZII/AAAAAAAAALk/5orUNgcK6Ls/s1600-h/BecherB%2BHtank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SplCQpnEZII/AAAAAAAAALk/5orUNgcK6Ls/s400/BecherB%2BHtank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375400484058457218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernd and Hilla Becher,  "Framework houses, area", collection Ydessa Hendeles, Art Foundation, 1989,Tipologie, Biennale de Venise, 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SplCRRzvymI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TG8B1g4QdQc/s1600-h/BECHER_fram_89_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SplCRRzvymI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TG8B1g4QdQc/s400/BECHER_fram_89_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375400494849051234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernd and Hilla Becher, Water Towers, France and Germany, German, 1968 - 1972, Gelatin silver prints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SplCRPf_ikI/AAAAAAAAALs/CdWFh6Uw5to/s1600-h/31261301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SplCRPf_ikI/AAAAAAAAALs/CdWFh6Uw5to/s400/31261301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375400494229326402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-7236672275223037367?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7236672275223037367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=7236672275223037367' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7236672275223037367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7236672275223037367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/08/couple-of-years-ago-at-getty-center-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SplCQpnEZII/AAAAAAAAALk/5orUNgcK6Ls/s72-c/BecherB%2BHtank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-5580310028549347092</id><published>2009-07-29T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:36:14.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convergence, by Benjamin Edwards</title><content type='html'>Benjamin Edwards is a painter grappling with the capitalist/consumerist culture related to urban/suburban sprawl.  His paintings are dense, resulting from an obsessive build-up of images, forms, textures, shapes and colors lifted from the commercial milieu he sees around him.  The impact is a capsizing of our senses - as if the entirety of consumer visual stimuli has been gathered into a single rectangle - Like drinking from a fire hose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a statement from one of his writings where he is reflecting on the recent downturn in the economy, as symbolized by the closing of the Circuit City stores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Lately it’s occurred to me that the world my paintings have been about all these years is crashing down before our very eyes. If my work was ahead of the curve over the last ten years, visualizing capitalism and consumerism on steroids, now it seems that things have passed me by. Whatever paintings I make now necessarily look back on this era that is ending rather than anticipating something to come. The world as I have always known it, one of growth and sprawl, technological acceleration and anxiety, ever-increasing complexity and capitalist frenzy driven to unseen, dizzying heights—that world has been turned on its head. When I was making Convergence, I wanted to express a feeling that energy and speed were so intense that a flurry of fragments was momentarily held aloft. Now we see that when the consumption stops, it’s all just an illusion." - Benjamin Edwards, Elegy (Nov.19, 2008)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.benjaminedwards.net"&gt;Benjamin Edwards online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below this image are three detail shots to give you an idea of the close up density Edwards creates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convergence, 2000-2001  &lt;br /&gt;Acrylic, texture media, foam and spray paint on canvas&lt;br /&gt;97" x 145"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SnBP2GvbEZI/AAAAAAAAALE/cxNKIoqrG1E/s1600-h/convergence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SnBP2GvbEZI/AAAAAAAAALE/cxNKIoqrG1E/s400/convergence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874947139309970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convergence (detail image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SnBP2uz6uvI/AAAAAAAAALM/Uxn1Ip8npmM/s1600-h/convergence_detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SnBP2uz6uvI/AAAAAAAAALM/Uxn1Ip8npmM/s400/convergence_detail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874957895580402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convergence (detail image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SnBP2yXTbzI/AAAAAAAAALU/bGJIO6YbLqI/s1600-h/convergence_detail_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SnBP2yXTbzI/AAAAAAAAALU/bGJIO6YbLqI/s400/convergence_detail_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874958849306418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convergence (detail image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SnBP29WRzUI/AAAAAAAAALc/lx4vzarY9wA/s1600-h/convergence_detail_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SnBP29WRzUI/AAAAAAAAALc/lx4vzarY9wA/s400/convergence_detail_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874961797795138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-5580310028549347092?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5580310028549347092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=5580310028549347092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/5580310028549347092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/5580310028549347092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/convergence-by-benjamin-edwards.html' title='Convergence, by Benjamin Edwards'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SnBP2GvbEZI/AAAAAAAAALE/cxNKIoqrG1E/s72-c/convergence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-7038121071800023685</id><published>2009-07-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:32:25.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 by Travis Shaffer</title><content type='html'>These photos are by a young artist just graduating from the University of Kentucky.  We have two of his pieces included in an upcoming exhibition at Manifest Gallery, where I am assistant director (www.manifestgallery.org).  Since 2008, Shaffer has been taking aerial photographs of various land uses typically associated with suburbia.  These two images are a part of a project he calls "Eleven Megachurches," the rest of which can be seen at the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.travisshaffer.com/project/eleven-mega-churches/"&gt;Travis Shaffer online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central Christian Church, Henderson, NV&lt;br /&gt;eleven megachurches&lt;br /&gt;40" x 40" (Edition of 7) Chromgentic Prints &lt;br /&gt;©2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SlDVbzOQt5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ca7OrpQCxOQ/s1600-h/8_cental-christian-church-henderson-nv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SlDVbzOQt5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ca7OrpQCxOQ/s400/8_cental-christian-church-henderson-nv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355014630526728082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willow Creek Community Church, South Barrington, IL&lt;br /&gt;eleven megachurches&lt;br /&gt;40" x 40" (Edition of 7) Chromgentic Prints &lt;br /&gt;©2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SlDVcDgT5BI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sDWRQPqpMSE/s1600-h/8_willow-creek-web-_v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SlDVcDgT5BI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sDWRQPqpMSE/s400/8_willow-creek-web-_v2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355014634897400850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-7038121071800023685?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7038121071800023685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=7038121071800023685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7038121071800023685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7038121071800023685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-by-travis-shaffer.html' title='2 by Travis Shaffer'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SlDVbzOQt5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ca7OrpQCxOQ/s72-c/8_cental-christian-church-henderson-nv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-6078827647916256552</id><published>2009-06-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:31:00.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 by John Dubrow</title><content type='html'>John Dubrow is a New York artist who primarily paints city "roofscapes" and portraits.  His paintings are restrained in their description of form.  Areas flatten into abstraction, but never to the point that representation is lost.  I find his paintings to be direct, simple, and honest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Portrait, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Oil on linen&lt;br /&gt;48 x 40"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SiVFd2iOgHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rqfu9mM41Xw/s1600-h/SelfPortrait2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SiVFd2iOgHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rqfu9mM41Xw/s400/SelfPortrait2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342752912102555762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Studio, Brooklyn, 2001-2006&lt;br /&gt;Oil on linen&lt;br /&gt;68 x 95"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SiVFeAu_b8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/xHV4e_tIEeU/s1600-h/viewfrstudiobklyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SiVFeAu_b8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/xHV4e_tIEeU/s400/viewfrstudiobklyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342752914840448962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Union Square II, 2005-2007&lt;br /&gt;Oil on linen&lt;br /&gt;58 x 63"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SiVFdxkhnnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/60FVuJpN5Ko/s1600-h/4_4578818_Dubw-Union+Square+III.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SiVFdxkhnnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/60FVuJpN5Ko/s400/4_4578818_Dubw-Union+Square+III.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342752910770019954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-6078827647916256552?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6078827647916256552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=6078827647916256552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/6078827647916256552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/6078827647916256552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-by-john-dubrow.html' title='3 by John Dubrow'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SiVFd2iOgHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rqfu9mM41Xw/s72-c/SelfPortrait2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-522370829959141957</id><published>2009-04-28T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:41:54.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two by Emil Robinson</title><content type='html'>Emil Robinson is a Cincinnati painter and a good friend of mine.  We've had the chance to co-exhibit a couple of times now, which is a real honor.  One of the things I really appreciate about Emil is that he deeply believes in painting.  In contemporary art, painting (especially realist painting) has been under attack for some time now as an art form that has had it's day and must now be buried away in old museums.  It's refreshing to know someone who side-steps this critique and holds fast to the importance of painting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emilrobinson.com"&gt;Emil Robinson online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waterbowl" by Emil Robinson (2007)&lt;br /&gt;20" x 16" - Oil on panel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SfcVcdDpCBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KmWvZJKYQd8/s1600-h/objects09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SfcVcdDpCBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KmWvZJKYQd8/s400/objects09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329752262596691986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Showered" by Emil Robinson (2007)&lt;br /&gt;30" x 28" - Oil on panel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SfcVcYoYBUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UthEGGrV3is/s1600-h/figures01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SfcVcYoYBUI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UthEGGrV3is/s400/figures01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329752261408589122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-522370829959141957?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/522370829959141957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=522370829959141957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/522370829959141957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/522370829959141957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-by-emil-robinson.html' title='Two by Emil Robinson'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SfcVcdDpCBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KmWvZJKYQd8/s72-c/objects09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-232721356222765022</id><published>2009-04-16T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:32:38.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Denis Ichitovkin is a contemporary Russian realist painter.  I have not been able to find many of his paintings online, but what I have found are a powerful testament to his keen observational skills and his confidence in the poetry of mundane places.  I am particularly  impressed with his compositional structures - he manages to create ordinary spaces that we understand easily, yet they are abstracted by his emphasis upon the geometric division of the canvas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://academart.com/ichitovkin.htm"&gt;Denis Ichitovkin online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smoking Place"&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas&lt;br /&gt;80x69 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SedBR6T1CVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cw5ljk164bM/s1600-h/Ichitovkin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SedBR6T1CVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cw5ljk164bM/s400/Ichitovkin1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325296860354906450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Visiting Grandmother"&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas&lt;br /&gt;83x72 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SedBSHgOYEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WpQ2ycKruZo/s1600-h/Ichitovkin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SedBSHgOYEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WpQ2ycKruZo/s400/Ichitovkin2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325296863896559682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smoking Place.  Stairs"&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas&lt;br /&gt;84x57 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SedBSANhkPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EZx8-ZMT8vU/s1600-h/Ichitovkin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SedBSANhkPI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EZx8-ZMT8vU/s400/Ichitovkin3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325296861939077362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-232721356222765022?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/232721356222765022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=232721356222765022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/232721356222765022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/232721356222765022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/04/denis-ichitovkin-is-contemporary.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SedBR6T1CVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cw5ljk164bM/s72-c/Ichitovkin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-5812086297039402998</id><published>2009-03-24T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:30:45.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter (2008), by Paul Fenniak</title><content type='html'>Paul Fenniak is a Canadian painter who creates compelling narrative portraiture.  By narrative, I mean that even his more straightforward portraits seem to operate as voyeuristic opportunities to observe a person paused within their personal story.  In other instances, as in the image below, the narrative is in full-swing, although ambiguous.  His characters strike me as lonely, down-a-notch in life, and sometimes "caught" doing some of the strange things humans do when they believe they are alone (like standing on a bed to listen through the wall to the next room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the artist bio written by the gallery that represents his work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Paul Fenniak paints detailed psychological portraits and figures in settings with implied action. Deep in thought, Fenniak’s subjects are contemporary in setting but reminiscent of studied portraits that follow the tradition of [earlier figurative artists]. Paul Fenniak’s paintings have luminous surfaces and compelling images that offer a combination of disquiet, uncertainty, urgency, calm, and spirituality. His painting style contains a contrast of inner light with his attention to detail, texture and atmosphere." &lt;/i&gt; (From the Forum Gallery website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulfenniak.com"&gt;Paul Fenniak online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Fenniak&lt;br /&gt;Encounter (2008-09)&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas&lt;br /&gt;60" x 48"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/Sckmb9DQA0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/22VmOO2RBdQ/s1600-h/section1_66b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/Sckmb9DQA0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/22VmOO2RBdQ/s400/section1_66b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316823096774099778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-5812086297039402998?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5812086297039402998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=5812086297039402998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/5812086297039402998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/5812086297039402998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/encounter-2008-by-paul-fenniak.html' title='Encounter (2008), by Paul Fenniak'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/Sckmb9DQA0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/22VmOO2RBdQ/s72-c/section1_66b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-7526725389613997855</id><published>2009-03-17T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:12:13.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raphael, by Sean Scully</title><content type='html'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the Emerald Isle and it's hospitable people, I'm sending out a painting by arguably the best known Irish abstract Painter:  Sean Scully.  Still painting today, he represents one of the last surviving artists of mid-twentieth century Abstract Expressionism.  In fact, he began his career as many in the art world were declaring abstract work "spent" - that it had exhausted it's avant-garde possibilities.  Not for Scully.  Since 1960, he has created paintings similar to this one - constructed of vertical and horizontal stripes, or "blocks," many of which are mammoth in scale.  A well-known series of his is the "Wall of Light" series, where he intended to make paintings where it seemed as if a wall of stone was emanating light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to see a large show of his work at the Cincinnati Art Museum a couple of years ago.  To stand in front of one of these "walls/paintings" is a great experience.  They take over your visual field in complete experience of color vibration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artnet.com/Artists/ArtistHomePage.aspx?artist_id=15236&amp;page_tab=Artworks_for_sale"&gt;Sean Scully on ArtNet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"May the Lord keep you in his hand but never close his fist too tight on you."  &lt;/i&gt;(Irish blessing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Scully&lt;br /&gt;Raphael (2004)&lt;br /&gt;Oil on linen&lt;br /&gt;108" x 144"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/Sb_LjdiL73I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYs38wbC-kI/s1600-h/artwork_images_652_156504_sean-scully.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/Sb_LjdiL73I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYs38wbC-kI/s400/artwork_images_652_156504_sean-scully.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314189895404351346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-7526725389613997855?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7526725389613997855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=7526725389613997855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7526725389613997855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7526725389613997855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/raphael-by-sean-scully.html' title='Raphael, by Sean Scully'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/Sb_LjdiL73I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYs38wbC-kI/s72-c/artwork_images_652_156504_sean-scully.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-7566571492265746202</id><published>2009-03-13T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:54:26.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 by Bo Bartlett</title><content type='html'>I'm sometimes hot and cold on Bartlett's work.  As a realist painter, he has a clear vision and often compelling compositions.  Sometimes his work falls into illustration for me - and a bit too iconic.  But by and large, I am usually glad I visited his site.  He represents something of a "dying breed" in contemporary art:  The American Realist Painter.  As an artist, I find myself somewhat within this stream as well, attempting to give vision to the everyday experience of life and the deeper significance of the quotidian.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a statement from Bartlett's website:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Bo Bartlett is an American realist with a modernist vision. His paintings are well within the tradition of American realism as defined by artists such as Thomas Eakins and Andrew Wyeth. Like these artists, Bartlett looks at America’s heart—its land and  its people—and describes the beauty he finds in everyday life. His paintings  celebrate the underlying epic nature of the commonplace and the personal  significance of the extraordinary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, death, passage, memory, and confrontation coexist  easily in his  world. Family  and friends are the cast of characters that appear in his dreamlike  narrative works. Although the scenes are set around his childhood home in Georgia,  his island summer home in Maine, his home in Pennsylvania or  the surroundings of  his studio and residence in Washington state, they represent  a deeper, mythical concept of the archetypal, universal home."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bobartlett.com"&gt;Bo Bartlett Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo Bartlett&lt;br /&gt;Assumption (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Oil on linen&lt;br /&gt;93.25" x 119.25"&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SbsNMcRj4DI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Y_h3gW65pM0/s1600-h/02444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SbsNMcRj4DI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Y_h3gW65pM0/s400/02444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312854692813070386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo Bartlett&lt;br /&gt;Lifeboat (1998)&lt;br /&gt;Oil on linen&lt;br /&gt;80" x 100" &lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SbsNMulnjYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mQLKZ15bzIE/s1600-h/02459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SbsNMulnjYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mQLKZ15bzIE/s400/02459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312854697729035650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have no idea why the image below has all the figures in blue - some problem with the upload.  The original images should be easy enough to find on his website above...)&lt;br /&gt;Bo Bartlett&lt;br /&gt;Young Life (1994)&lt;br /&gt;Oil on linen&lt;br /&gt;78" x 108"&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SbsNwZCnQGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_iRXbEvi4zo/s1600-h/02694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SbsNwZCnQGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_iRXbEvi4zo/s400/02694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312855310420361314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-7566571492265746202?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7566571492265746202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=7566571492265746202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7566571492265746202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7566571492265746202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-by-bo-bartlett.html' title='3 by Bo Bartlett'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SbsNMcRj4DI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Y_h3gW65pM0/s72-c/02444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-3810355772834753945</id><published>2009-02-23T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:24:28.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Deluge (2007), by Paul Chojnowski</title><content type='html'>Chojnowski uses torches to burn his images into existence - sometimes on wood, sometimes paper.  Previously an abstract artist, he returned to figurative/representational work out of a desire to honor the historical tradition of art while at the same time pushing the boundaries of how such art was made.  I particularly liked how this piece works with the wood grain to simulate the ripples of water... not to mention the depiction OF water through the use of fire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masonmurer.com/artists/chojnowski_paul.htm"&gt;Paul Chojnowski online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Deluge , 2007&lt;br /&gt;Paul Chojnowski&lt;br /&gt;Burned and scorched veneer &lt;br /&gt;60 x 47 1/2 in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SaLbRkg8HDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dGtwGk3g1pc/s1600-h/After+the+Deluge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SaLbRkg8HDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dGtwGk3g1pc/s400/After+the+Deluge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306044405901958194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-3810355772834753945?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3810355772834753945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=3810355772834753945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3810355772834753945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3810355772834753945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-deluge-2007-by-paul-chojnowski.html' title='After the Deluge (2007), by Paul Chojnowski'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SaLbRkg8HDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dGtwGk3g1pc/s72-c/After+the+Deluge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-751968141153632026</id><published>2009-02-11T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:08:20.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Strands, by Hong Chun Zhang</title><content type='html'>Hong Chun Zhang is a Chinese artist living in America.  Much of her work explores the relationship between these national identities.  I appreciate how her drawings take on a sculptural presence as they intrude into the room, breaking from the flat surface of the wall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hongchunzhang.com"&gt;Hong Chun Zhang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life Strands” (2004)&lt;br /&gt;by Hong Chun Zhang&lt;br /&gt;5ft x 30ft &lt;br /&gt;Charcoal on paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SZMhz_Y33LI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kGg-HcGNmlU/s1600-h/10_Life1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SZMhz_Y33LI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kGg-HcGNmlU/s400/10_Life1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301618363418008754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-751968141153632026?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/751968141153632026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=751968141153632026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/751968141153632026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/751968141153632026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-strands-by-hong-chun-zhang.html' title='Life Strands, by Hong Chun Zhang'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SZMhz_Y33LI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kGg-HcGNmlU/s72-c/10_Life1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-1850237160158697660</id><published>2009-01-24T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:08:40.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Friends, by Patrick Lee</title><content type='html'>I don't know much about this Los Angeles-based artist - but came across some of his drawings a few months ago.  I've hard a hard time locating more of his work online, but the link below to the gallery that represents him has a few others.  I am particular interested in the tension he creates between these "tough guys" and the tradition of fine art portraiture.  These are men who live a coarse existence, yet Lee captures them with delicacy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his gallery website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lee’s drawings are painstakingly crafted over months of refinement. Inspired by photographs he takes of men from the streets of America, they convey a unique insight into class and gender ideals. Many subjects are ‘outsiders’ or ‘outlaw’ types; mimicked by pop culture icons and contemporary heroic figures.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.western-project.com/lee/lee.html"&gt;Patrick Lee online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadly Friends (Rock Star), 2007, graphite on paper, 24" x 36"&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXu7QtTZwMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RyhNEypyNQY/s1600-h/RockStar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXu7QtTZwMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RyhNEypyNQY/s400/RockStar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295031682617426114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadly Friends Study #14, 2007, graphite on paper, 14" x 11"&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXu7QO6xPSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/m8_lRqMaH4E/s1600-h/eDeadlyFriends14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXu7QO6xPSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/m8_lRqMaH4E/s400/eDeadlyFriends14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295031674461044002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-1850237160158697660?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/1850237160158697660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=1850237160158697660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/1850237160158697660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/1850237160158697660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/deadly-friends-by-patrick-lee.html' title='Deadly Friends, by Patrick Lee'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXu7QtTZwMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/RyhNEypyNQY/s72-c/RockStar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-6792954443525000670</id><published>2009-01-16T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:39:05.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Wyeth Dies, 91</title><content type='html'>This week's post is devoted to one of the most important American painters of the last century:  Andrew Wyeth, who died this morning at age 91.  I saw an exhibition of his watercolors and drawings a couple of years ago - one of the best I've seen.  His steadfast commitment to recording the world around him with poetic detail is unparalleled.  His painting, "Christina's World" (pictured below) is one of the great icons of American painting.  Also below is a link to an article about his death and his life.  Even if you don't know of him, raise a glass of wine and get to know what he left behind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/philly/hp/news_update/20090116_Famed_artist_Andrew_Wyeth_dies.html"&gt;Famed Artist Andrew Wyeth Dies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewwyeth.com"&gt;Andrew Wyeth Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina's World (1948)&lt;br /&gt;Tempura on Gessoed Panel&lt;br /&gt;32.25" x 47.75"&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXC36yHK41I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ETHbUGIHfc8/s1600-h/wyethchristina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXC36yHK41I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ETHbUGIHfc8/s400/wyethchristina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291931782672474962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trodden Weed (1951)&lt;br /&gt;Tempura on Panel&lt;br /&gt;20" x 18.25"&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXC37NgQy4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hZmywfY8uwI/s1600-h/AndrewWyethTrodden.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXC37NgQy4I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hZmywfY8uwI/s400/AndrewWyethTrodden.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291931790025476994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind from the Sea (1947)&lt;br /&gt;Tempura on Masonite&lt;br /&gt;18.5" x 27.5"&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXC37EETwkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Nq1asDSpnqg/s1600-h/Wyeth_wind_from_the_sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXC37EETwkI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Nq1asDSpnqg/s400/Wyeth_wind_from_the_sea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291931787492311618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-6792954443525000670?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6792954443525000670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=6792954443525000670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/6792954443525000670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/6792954443525000670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/andrew-wyeth-dies-91.html' title='Andrew Wyeth Dies, 91'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SXC36yHK41I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ETHbUGIHfc8/s72-c/wyethchristina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-9032949090338872358</id><published>2009-01-11T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:39:12.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Project, by Steven Cosentino</title><content type='html'>I'm not very familiar with this artist - and I don't find his paintings to be particularly engaging.  However, I stumbled across this piece of "social art" he created and found it to be pretty impressive.  Below is his description of the project - a massive portrait "painted" with the discarded clothing of homeless people.  Note especially the "ghost image" left after the work was destroyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Human Being Project&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In 1999, Grand Central Neighborhood Social Services was informed that its landlord, St. Agnes Church, was selling the hundred year old building that housed the entire social service program for the homeless. A real estate developer planned to build a high rise apartment on the site. To protest the move, I decided to paint an image of a "Human Being" on the roof, using discarded clothes from the center as the "paint". The image measures 65x35 feet and was featured in the &lt;a href="http://www.cosentinostudios.com/cosentino/nytimes1.html"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;. The building was destroyed along with the "Human Being" and fifteen of my murals inside. Hundreds of homeless people were displaced.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SWqQdN9KLfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJn5r8i9Tik/s1600-h/humanbeing_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SWqQdN9KLfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJn5r8i9Tik/s400/humanbeing_close.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290199543936855538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt;Attempt by St. Agnes to cover up the image before the sale of the building. The church ripped up all the clothes and painted those areas black. The mismatch of blacks (paint and tar) produced this black version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SWqQdaI1IBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4SCvIX8LLGQ/s1600-h/Humanbeing_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SWqQdaI1IBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/4SCvIX8LLGQ/s400/Humanbeing_black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290199547207032850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosentinostudios.com"&gt;Cosentino Studios&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-9032949090338872358?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/9032949090338872358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=9032949090338872358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/9032949090338872358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/9032949090338872358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2009/01/human-project-by-steven-cosentino.html' title='The Human Project, by Steven Cosentino'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SWqQdN9KLfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zJn5r8i9Tik/s72-c/humanbeing_close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-8829827805541939214</id><published>2008-12-31T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:51:24.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sarah McKenzie's paintings look at the phenomena of suburban expansion.  Her site is worth checking out - and scrolling to some of the later paintings of suburban neighborhoods.  They are clearly images of these residential places, but the combination of a larger scale and aerial viewpoints cause them to read as abstractions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her artist's statement:  "The generic forms of suburban architecture provide a convenient framework through which I explore the basic structures and issues of geometric abstraction -- stripes, grids, flatness vs. depth, color relativity, and so forth... At this point, my work is only minimally about suburbia. Tract homes and strip malls provide the fodder for the paintings and help to place them in a specific cultural moment in time, but the work is ultimately about paint and the nature of pictures. To the extent that my paintings still comment on suburbia, it is through the moments of visual rupture... which may be interpreted as revealing cracks in the suburban American dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarahmckenzie.com"&gt;Sarah McKenzie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build Up (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Oil on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;72"x72"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SVvNFZfrY-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/F52FdU0xz-c/s1600-h/sarah-mckenzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SVvNFZfrY-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/F52FdU0xz-c/s400/sarah-mckenzie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286044080276202466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-8829827805541939214?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8829827805541939214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=8829827805541939214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/8829827805541939214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/8829827805541939214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/sarah-mckenzies-paintings-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SVvNFZfrY-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/F52FdU0xz-c/s72-c/sarah-mckenzie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-3742228011078099938</id><published>2008-12-22T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:58:15.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior, Strandgade 30, by Vilhelm Hammershoi (Danish)</title><content type='html'>Going back in history a bit - to the work of Danish painter Vilhelm Hammershoi.  I just recently came across his work and quite possibly have found a new "favorite" to add to the list.  He is not as well known, but his paintings feel like a merging of Vermeer and Andrew Wyeth.  His best known works are interior domestic scenes, often with a female (usually his wife) with her back to the viewer.  Very understated, yet intimate.  The focal point almost always seems to reside on the back of her neck.  This kind of "reverse portraiture" is a very contemporary move considering the time in which he was painting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wikipedia:  "Hammershoi's paintings are best described as muted in tone. He refrained from employing bright colors (except in his very early academic works), opting always for a limited palette consisting of grays, as well as desaturated yellows, greens, and other dark hues. The overall impression of his style is one of coolness, restraint, and quietude. His tableaux of figures turned away from the viewer project an air of slight tension and mystery..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;q=hammershoi&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;sa=N&amp;tab=wi&amp;oi=property_suggestions&amp;resnum=0&amp;ct=property-revision&amp;cd=1"&gt;Hammershoi Images&lt;/a&gt; on Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vilhelm Hammershøi, Interior, Strandgade 30, 1908 (oil on canvas, 79 x 66 cm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SU__IKSFGcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3tqJy03Kyc0/s1600-h/hammershoi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SU__IKSFGcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3tqJy03Kyc0/s400/hammershoi1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282721403593103810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-3742228011078099938?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3742228011078099938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=3742228011078099938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3742228011078099938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3742228011078099938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/interior-strandgade-30-by-vilhelm.html' title='Interior, Strandgade 30, by Vilhelm Hammershoi (Danish)'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SU__IKSFGcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3tqJy03Kyc0/s72-c/hammershoi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-872037681098695165</id><published>2008-12-11T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:55:47.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Edge of the Ring, by Andrew Haines</title><content type='html'>Andrew Haines is a painter I came across a year ago or so.  I appreciate his sensitivity to the banality of the everyday.  This is from a portion of his artist's statement:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Observing the tedious details of the every day built environment, I revel in subjects that my aesthetic training originally taught me to hate. Tracking the motion of the sun over a suburban strip mall, vinyl clad housing, or the ubiquitous chain link fence; my subject is frequently a visual irritation that I pass everyday. Working with the pest, I usually manage to eke out some kind of beauty, even if satire or derision were the original intent."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewhainespaintings.com"&gt;Andrew Haines Paintings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Edge of the Ring, by Andrew Haines (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Acrylic on panel&lt;br /&gt;16" x 18"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SUE3dtaMqSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pFnMFfCprL0/s1600-h/haines1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SUE3dtaMqSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pFnMFfCprL0/s400/haines1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278561221800143138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-872037681098695165?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/872037681098695165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=872037681098695165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/872037681098695165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/872037681098695165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/edge-of-ring-by-andrew-haines.html' title='The Edge of the Ring, by Andrew Haines'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SUE3dtaMqSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pFnMFfCprL0/s72-c/haines1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-3253390487252862761</id><published>2008-12-08T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:07:48.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monument, by Jeff Eisenburg</title><content type='html'>Monument, by Jeff Eisenburg (2008)&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on paper&lt;br /&gt;11" x 16"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swarmstudios.net/artists2008/eisenberg/eisenberg_indx.htm"&gt;Jeff Eisenburg's Drawings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/ST22mkH9b3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ImDiCvB3PlY/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/ST22mkH9b3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ImDiCvB3PlY/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277575111996436338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-3253390487252862761?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3253390487252862761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=3253390487252862761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3253390487252862761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3253390487252862761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/12/monument-by-jeff-eisenburg.html' title='Monument, by Jeff Eisenburg'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/ST22mkH9b3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ImDiCvB3PlY/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-5592879750478780243</id><published>2008-11-26T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:12:49.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two by Robert Indermaur</title><content type='html'>I stumbled across of a book of Robert Indermaur's paintings a few years ago and still find him to be one of the art world's best kept (figurative painter) secrets.  His work is playful and loose.  The characters are usually involved in some ambiguous narrative, often involving looming architecture.  And while they often don't appear to be the most intelligent - they do appear to be happy.  Happy and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indermaur.net/de/galerie/gemaelde.php?kat=1&amp;seite=1"&gt;Robert Indermaur's Paintings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nischengasse/Schaufenster, by Robert Indermaur (Swiss)&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas (2007)&lt;br /&gt;180cm x 180cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SS1nFogZW3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V2NBFTM-bpA/s1600-h/Nischengasse:schaufenster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SS1nFogZW3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V2NBFTM-bpA/s400/Nischengasse:schaufenster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272984085191023474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uberflieger, by Robert Indermaur (Swiss)&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas (2005)&lt;br /&gt;180cm x 250cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SS1nW_ssQ1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/TULGEe5ZK90/s1600-h/Uberflieger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SS1nW_ssQ1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/TULGEe5ZK90/s400/Uberflieger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272984383474385746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-5592879750478780243?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5592879750478780243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=5592879750478780243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/5592879750478780243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/5592879750478780243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-by-robert-indermaur.html' title='Two by Robert Indermaur'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SS1nFogZW3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/V2NBFTM-bpA/s72-c/Nischengasse:schaufenster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-6646404237679466262</id><published>2008-11-20T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:33:00.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"They Journey," by Michael Borremans (2002)</title><content type='html'>Michael Borremans&lt;br /&gt;The Journey&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;17,0 x 24,7 cm&lt;br /&gt;pencil, watercolor, white and black ink, varnish on book cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zeno-x.com/artists/michael_borremans.htm"&gt;Michael Borreman's work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SSWCZRZ3WoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1f2G-o3-Bqw/s1600-h/borremans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SSWCZRZ3WoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1f2G-o3-Bqw/s400/borremans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270762309587262082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-6646404237679466262?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/6646404237679466262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=6646404237679466262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/6646404237679466262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/6646404237679466262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-journey-by-michael-borremans-2002.html' title='&quot;They Journey,&quot; by Michael Borremans (2002)'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SSWCZRZ3WoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1f2G-o3-Bqw/s72-c/borremans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-3773817508215135636</id><published>2008-10-23T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:27:11.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday: 6 Down.  Former Nigerian capital (5), by Ben McLaughlin (2008)</title><content type='html'>Ben McLaughlin is one of my favorite painters.  He is not very well known - and at first seems to paint relatively benign images.  Most of his work is very small, 4 or 5 inches in size.  The images are of seemingly unimportant places - sometimes they have a muted narrative.  His titles are often pulled from crossword puzzle instructions or random headlines in the local paper (completely unrelated to the images themselves).  There seems to be a sense of simultaneity in these paintings - that even as this elevator door remains closed, someone is figuring out the Former Nigerian capitol which contains five letters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilsonstephens.com/artist.html?id=3"&gt;Ben McLaughlin's Paintings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 6 Down.  Former Nigerian capital (5), by Ben McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;Oil on panel (2008)&lt;br /&gt;4.5" x 6.75"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SQElk44exjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ykxvhcBGg_Y/s1600-h/artwork_674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SQElk44exjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ykxvhcBGg_Y/s400/artwork_674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260527155420251698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled, by Ben McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;Oil on panel (2008)&lt;br /&gt;4.5" x 6.75"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SQEllABIZ4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nY8QkZeAtuk/s1600-h/artwork_728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SQEllABIZ4I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nY8QkZeAtuk/s400/artwork_728.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260527157335582594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-3773817508215135636?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3773817508215135636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=3773817508215135636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3773817508215135636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3773817508215135636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-6-down-former-nigerian-capital-5.html' title='Friday: 6 Down.  Former Nigerian capital (5), by Ben McLaughlin (2008)'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SQElk44exjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ykxvhcBGg_Y/s72-c/artwork_674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-2691544923838099360</id><published>2008-10-18T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:21:16.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Men at Dawn, by Odd Nerdrum (1996)</title><content type='html'>Odd Nerdrum is... "odd."  He is a rare contemporary artist in that he holds to an old masters approach to painting, in the tradition of Rembrandt, yet many find his images to be disturbing in their subject matter (the one below is tame by comparison to his other works).  He is a storyteller, often depicting individuals involved in strange narratives in post-apocalyptic settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.nerdrum.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Men at Dawn, by Odd Nerdrum (1996)&lt;br /&gt;Oil on Canvas - 61" x 73.2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SPqZiwoT21I/AAAAAAAAAF8/IsGQNxw91Ac/s1600-h/three_men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SPqZiwoT21I/AAAAAAAAAF8/IsGQNxw91Ac/s400/three_men.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258684337357052754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-2691544923838099360?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2691544923838099360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=2691544923838099360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/2691544923838099360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/2691544923838099360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-men-at-dawn-by-odd-nerdrum-1996.html' title='Three Men at Dawn, by Odd Nerdrum (1996)'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SPqZiwoT21I/AAAAAAAAAF8/IsGQNxw91Ac/s72-c/three_men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-3089862160598551520</id><published>2008-10-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:21:38.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Faith Moves Mountains, by Francis Alys (2002)</title><content type='html'>Documentation of an event in Lima, Peru orchestrated by the artist involving 500 volunteers equipped with shovels and asked to form a single line in order to displace by 10 cm a 500 m long sand dune from its original position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis Alys is an artist that crosses mediums and often "performs" events that range from epic collaborations involving many people to single, simple actions that he documents with a handheld camcorder.  He describes much of his work as "poetic gesture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SO_jcAZmCKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tRdYx6d3w7w/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SO_jcAZmCKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tRdYx6d3w7w/s400/29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255669360447850658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SO_jcGU5O3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/a7UAdgdTBag/s1600-h/FrancisAlys3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SO_jcGU5O3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/a7UAdgdTBag/s400/FrancisAlys3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255669362038750066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SO_jcdpTvuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YA0fw1koTsE/s1600-h/zf-_-ma-_-francis-alys-_-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SO_jcdpTvuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YA0fw1koTsE/s400/zf-_-ma-_-francis-alys-_-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255669368298389218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-3089862160598551520?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/3089862160598551520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=3089862160598551520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3089862160598551520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/3089862160598551520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-faith-moves-mountains-by-francis.html' title='When Faith Moves Mountains, by Francis Alys (2002)'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SO_jcAZmCKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tRdYx6d3w7w/s72-c/29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-2163747884109860946</id><published>2008-10-04T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:46:06.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fontis, by Betsy Stewart (2007)</title><content type='html'>Each box: 5"x5"x5"&lt;br /&gt;Acrylic and Sumi Ink on wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.betsystewartpaintings.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just recently discovered Betsy Stewart's work.  One of the things I appreciate is how she seems to literally "build" a painting, creating a sculptural object that projects itself off of the wall and into the viewer's space.  In person, we would be drawn into looking at these paintings from every angle.  Her work could be defined as a kind of abstracted "landscape."  However, the effect is that of being able to go to microscopic level of nature, then retrieving a "cross-section" sample of nature for us to study.  If you go to her website and look up some of her other works, you'll find this same approach to studying nature, but in the form of totems and other vertical, sometimes free-standing columns.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SOerxC6EePI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n2B66Mmi3HQ/s1600-h/fontis+8283848586889091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SOerxC6EePI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n2B66Mmi3HQ/s400/fontis+8283848586889091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253356349433346290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-2163747884109860946?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/2163747884109860946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=2163747884109860946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/2163747884109860946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/2163747884109860946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/10/fontis-by-betsy-stewart-2007.html' title='Fontis, by Betsy Stewart (2007)'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SOerxC6EePI/AAAAAAAAAEI/n2B66Mmi3HQ/s72-c/fontis+8283848586889091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-4821566402847029547</id><published>2008-09-23T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:54:32.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Bough, by Walton Ford (2002)</title><content type='html'>Watercolor, gouache, ink and pencil on paper, &lt;br /&gt;60 3/4 x 119 1/2 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNkQ-q7mghI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9ECMpIEnJkI/s1600-h/WaltonFordPigieons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNkQ-q7mghI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9ECMpIEnJkI/s400/WaltonFordPigieons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249245509539234322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;q=walton+ford&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;sa=N&amp;tab=wi&amp;oi=property_suggestions&amp;resnum=0&amp;ct=property-revision&amp;cd=1"&gt;Walton Ford images on Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walton Ford creates large-scale watercolor paintings that build upon the history of Audubon wildlife illustration.  However, Ford's portrayals of nature are not simply taxidermic - something to be safely observed under glass or in a biology textbook.  In his work, nature turns on us - it unleashes it's chaotic energy in an often disturbing violence.  It resists containment and classification even as it uses the tools of classification in its depiction (many of his works have a small script at the bottom identifying the species being portrayed).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-4821566402847029547?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/4821566402847029547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=4821566402847029547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/4821566402847029547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/4821566402847029547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/falling-bough-by-walton-ford-2002.html' title='Falling Bough, by Walton Ford (2002)'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNkQ-q7mghI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9ECMpIEnJkI/s72-c/WaltonFordPigieons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-8247465208555485192</id><published>2008-09-17T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:50:40.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz, by Neo Rauch</title><content type='html'>I'm attaching three paintings by a German artist named Neo Rauch.  Why three?  Because he is one of the more important contemporary painters living today.  He is working out of a Post-Berlin-Wall, post-industrial German context.  His figures are listless and often have a defeated, yet plodding-along look to them.  The "work" his characters are involved in seems determined, yet borders on absurdity.  His color palette is intentionally off-putting as is his distortion of proportion, creating an ambiguous tension in the paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidzwirner.com/artists/12/selected_works_1.htm"&gt;Neo Rauch's works&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil on linen&lt;br /&gt;98.43 x 82.68 inches&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNE0FLvW1jI/AAAAAAAAADg/zJPJYuOooxk/s1600-h/Quiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNE0FLvW1jI/AAAAAAAAADg/zJPJYuOooxk/s400/Quiz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247032304518747698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-8247465208555485192?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8247465208555485192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=8247465208555485192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/8247465208555485192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/8247465208555485192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiz-by-neo-rauch.html' title='Quiz, by Neo Rauch'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNE0FLvW1jI/AAAAAAAAADg/zJPJYuOooxk/s72-c/Quiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-5970472550711203904</id><published>2008-09-17T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:50:08.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schmerz, by Neo Rauch</title><content type='html'>Oil on canvas &lt;br /&gt;106.3 x 82.68 inches &lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNE0M6AFAFI/AAAAAAAAADo/IH43bSniFl4/s1600-h/Schmerz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNE0M6AFAFI/AAAAAAAAADo/IH43bSniFl4/s400/Schmerz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247032437195997266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-5970472550711203904?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/5970472550711203904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=5970472550711203904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/5970472550711203904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/5970472550711203904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/schmerz-by-neo-rauch.html' title='Schmerz, by Neo Rauch'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNE0M6AFAFI/AAAAAAAAADo/IH43bSniFl4/s72-c/Schmerz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-8708933888796191195</id><published>2008-09-17T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:49:32.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neue Rollen, by Neo Rauch</title><content type='html'>diptych; each oil on canvas&lt;br /&gt;106.3 x 165.35 in.&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNE0UiUD_rI/AAAAAAAAADw/uN6ePIwBdGE/s1600-h/Neue+Rollen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNE0UiUD_rI/AAAAAAAAADw/uN6ePIwBdGE/s400/Neue+Rollen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247032568276319922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-8708933888796191195?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8708933888796191195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=8708933888796191195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/8708933888796191195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/8708933888796191195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-by-neo-rauch.html' title='Neue Rollen, by Neo Rauch'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SNE0UiUD_rI/AAAAAAAAADw/uN6ePIwBdGE/s72-c/Neue+Rollen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4100327008895884099.post-7011690232202412127</id><published>2008-09-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:52:34.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Withdrawal, by Matthew Brackett</title><content type='html'>40"h x 66"w&lt;br /&gt;oil on canvas&lt;br /&gt;© 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattbrackett.com/gallery.html"&gt;www.mattbrackett.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SMfrD2WnQcI/AAAAAAAAADU/dDRT7NttW6w/s1600-h/withdrawal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SMfrD2WnQcI/AAAAAAAAADU/dDRT7NttW6w/s400/withdrawal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244418742458728898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4100327008895884099-7011690232202412127?l=notionsofreality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/feeds/7011690232202412127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4100327008895884099&amp;postID=7011690232202412127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7011690232202412127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4100327008895884099/posts/default/7011690232202412127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notionsofreality.blogspot.com/2008/09/withdrawal-by-matthew-brackett.html' title='The Withdrawal, by Matthew Brackett'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17536264475592065522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ulT6VlZup80/RzFW4QA-EqI/AAAAAAAAABU/X0rAvwI7SsI/s1600/smallhead2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ulT6VlZup80/SMfrD2WnQcI/AAAAAAAAADU/dDRT7NttW6w/s72-c/withdrawal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
