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The Leaving by Peter Madden, 2008
Auckland-based artist Peter Madden gleans found images from old encyclopedias, back issues of National Geographic, and nature books to create his dense and nearly psychedelic collages suspended in perspex, also known as ‘safety glass’. Of his work Madden says “I consider myself a ‘Sculptographer’; a ‘post-conceptual photographer’. A mediator between genres and dimensions, between you, the other and I. I suppose I am an altogether different collagist, maybe a collagist of difference.” To see much more of his three dimensional work, check out this gallery.
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oompaoloompa asked - "5 fun & random questions. What's your 1.) favorite food/dish 2.) dream job 3.) movie/song you can watch/listen to over and over 4.) place you want to visit the most 5.) one material object you wish you can have right now?"
Paolo! :D
1.) I love love love sushi — or any kinds of seafood in general. Like the raw tentacles from a squid. Have you tried? I wonder if you guys do it in the Philippines as well. But I eat it all the time in Korea.
2.) Dream job? Well.. I am an aspiring Interior Designer but I would love my dream job be in the comfort of my own office/home and working with small design projects. Not sure if I want to do firm work, yet.
3.) Mm, you know any of that late 90s/early 2000s throwbacks.
4.) I want to go to.. EUROPE. I need to go where Germany where design was born.
5.) AT THE MOMENT, I would love a polaroid camera… and maybe some fish lens for my camera… anything Photography related!
By the way, how’s your photography going these days?
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Artist Jimmy Baker
Jimmy Baker (b. Dover, OH, 1980) is an artist who lives and works in Cincinnati, OH. He works across a range of media, including painting, sculpture, photography and installation.
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chrystalkim3 asked - "Do you have any stories struggling as a Korean-American/Asian-American? Random question :) Thought I'd just ask."
So, I live in Ohio, right?
I’m sure you don’t know anyone from here but let’s just say..
Google up, Ohio State University. That’s the school I go to, and it’s the campus that I’ve been around all my life = 80% White people.
Although, I lived in an area where it was 99% white and my friends that I grew up with were all white. I didn’t really look at myself differently, because in my mind — I became like them, trying everything to blend in. Making my parents buy me, Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch, shit’s overpriced. I played lacrosse because that was the white sport in which was considered popular at our school.
It didn’t hit me until high school when I had to move to a different district that I realized: I don’t have any Asian friends nor do I speak my language. So summer after summer since middle school and high school, I would go to Korea. At the beginning, I sucked at Korean but then I started going to church more and becoming more close with my Korean-American friends. I started speaking more Korean and eventually, all my friends just became Asian.
I’m happy that I got to know about my culture more and being able to speak Korean quite well — makes me feel like I have somewhat resolved my identity crisis as being Korean-American. There are so many children that are generations below me that can’t speak a lick of Korean. As I’m getting older, I start to get worried about my future children not being able to speak Korean towards my parents. That’s sort of a big deal as well as — will they out Korean me in the long run or will my Korean only get so far with the basics that I’m just gonna be talking to my children in English.
Things like that — being culturally deprived from your roots and not being able to pass down to my children is a huge deal. So, I feel like this summer or just in general, I want to keep learning Korean. Whether it be from books, K-Dramas, Internet/Cyworld.
I’m off on a tangent, ahaha. Hopefully, my story gave you somewhat an insight of how I went through as an “Korean-American.”
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An Apartment by Isabelle Stanislas on Rue de Rivoli, Paris, FR
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