I should really update stuff with deets on a group show that just opened and the thousand other things, but in the meantime, here’s a Brancusi, feels like there’s a lot to learn from this one.

Terrestrial photography was feeling a little dull, I’m into space pics now. (Brancusi is of course an exception, in everything he touched he channeled other worlds, continued study.) The heavenly bods are positively gravitational, it’s delicious to muse on such hunks. This class of image is close to what we see in digital art these days—infinite space, gradients, spheres. Yet digital images don’t often muster gravity and magnetism. In a way digital simulations have too much freedom, the constraints of physics generate power, learning from simplicity and scale.

Still bugged by the eternal Brancusi, as ever marvelling. Making a bit of a study of the images he made of his work in situ around his studio, as if he’d set in motion a metaverse all his own. “Why talk about sculpture when I can photograph it,” he said. Which prompts a bit of musing for digital art, where 3D renderings are generated through the abstraction of a camera. There’s nothing else quite like these in the history of either sculpture or photography.

Back in 2020, I made a set of stickers using images from Manic Castle Hash, cut them from brushed-chrome vinyl on the same vinyl cutter I’d used to make the mural, and sent them out as a bit of art mail to some friends, colleagues, and awesome people. It’s been an unexpected joy to find out where they went, with the evidence still trickling in — only wish I had more of the rather ephemeral snapshots at hand.

Many of the stickers remained pristine on their original backing. But others seem to have been attracted to technological devices, doors and windows, David Bowie, and surfaces within arm’s reach of children. Could not be more delighted with these discoveries.

‘All those who follow this particular life meet in the night in dreams. Rumi said, “The prisoner is not in his cell. The king is not in his palace. The soul in the night is free.”‘ — Irina Tweedie