Archive for Andy Warhol

Andy Replies – Sorta Silent Movies

Posted in Art, film, projects with tags , , , , on July 12, 2010 by darcyarts

I’m developing a new, potentially annoying hobby — sorta silent movies.

My first adventure in camera filming recorded granny’s cat Sam sniffing Tibetan incense smoke. The camera work was very shoddy. Spaztastic.

My second film is a recording of a spot of light bouncing on the wooden panel that covers the pass through window between the work area, where I now sit writing this, and the kitchen.

These are minimalist films. Perhaps meditations on time.

Right this very second I am making a film of the sunlight sparkling light on a plastic rainbow twirler hanging out side the window of my workspace. It happens every sunny morning between 7:15 and 8:15 a.m.

All my films, so far, have incidental sound. My daughter Jessica could hear the soundtrack of the Andy Griffith Show playing in the background of the Sam/Incense piece.

The Bouncing Light Spot is pretty quiet but really discovery the buried, ambient soundtrack is part of the experience of taking in the film (it’s not really film).

The Rainbow Twirler piece, my third, will have the sound of this computer keyboard, the sprinkler outside and perhaps a few instances of my spoon scooping multi-grain cereal from my glass breakfast bowl.

I am sad to say that I cannot share these “films” with you here at WordPress. I am too cheap to spring for the $59.95 price of a video up grade. If I have an abundant holiday season later in the year my New Years Resolution will be to add video.

You can see my new absurdist/ minimalist work on Facebook by friending me — Constance Dillon. I’ll be putting up Bouncing Spot of Light today. Rainbow Twirler is still recording. I can already tell it’s quite good. Beautiful, really. Thank you sun.

An airplane is flying overhead. A walk on for my film. I am feeling like Andy Warhol.

“What should I do?” asks the filmic subject.

“Gee, I dunno. Just look at the camera,” Andy replies.

Frida, Andy, Scents

Posted in Art, dreams, nature with tags , , , on September 10, 2008 by darcyarts

Finally there is a cucumber on the plant. The aphids don’t like them as well as they like them Squash.

This is an early morning shot.

There are prickly things all over the cuke skin.

It’s like stubble.

There is another tiny one next to a blossom. It has it’s skirt on it’s head.

These almost look like they were taken underwater.

A translucent star shaped blossom at the top of a baby cuke.

There are 18 days until the last day of the Frida Kahlo exhibit at the S.F. MOMA.

I will hate to miss this show.

I have the date written down on a post it note right near this computer. It makes me feel like I need to hatch a plan.

Frida is as beautiful as a Squash blossom.

She was unafraid to live as she wanted. She had to seize the things she could so as not to be a victim of the pain. She was victim of nothing. She was mighty. I’d just like to feel that up close.

An energy still resides in the physical creation of any artist. I have been in a room with a Van Gogh. That was in Iowa City. It vibrated and swirled and was charged with  Vincent’s intent as you might imagine it would.

I have been in a room with an Andy Warhol but it would take one of his hand drawn things to make me feel that special thrill. I love Andy’s drawings.

You can feel Andy’s playfulness and his sweetness in his drawings .

Here is what I must have for Christmas! It seems there is a whole line of Andy Warhol-inspired scents at Bond no. 9 NYC. Muthaf$&^@*!

They are seriously messing with my head.

Andy Warhol Lexington Avenue smells of these things: blue cypress, fennel, roasted almonds, peony, creme brulee and sandalwood.

Andy Warhol Silver: wood resin, cedarwood, amber, jasmine, iris and violet. $230.

Okay, Georgia. You have got to stop with the “no intended sexual metaphor” thing.

Spider Transplant

Posted in Art, music, nature, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 6, 2008 by darcyarts

Wednesday morning: A few more days of spraying some chili spray on the little plants in the squash, cucumber bin and I think it’s making a difference in the aphid population.

Here is a full on star of a squash blossom is diffused light. The sun comes and goes today. It may rain.

If you look carefully you can spot a couple of tiny green aphids in the recessed cone.

I am wondering if I could transplant a spider from somewhere else in the yard. Do spiders enjoy aphids? Might they have a particular fetish for aphids soaked in chili pepper juice.

I am no monument to scientific knowledge. I’m just getting through here and DIY is my solution most of the time though I know when I’m out of my depth.

For the last batch of chili water I used half a packet of the fine chili sauce from Panda Bowl. It was a good mix.

A quartet of eggplant are waiting to be feasted upon and soon we will indulge cuz that’s how we roll, eating up all those veggies.

I made a stew for last night’s dinner with tomatoes, red chilis, rainbow carrots, a dark green peyote-shaped squash, a pale white long neck squash, purple onions, mushrooms, garlic, fresh cinnamon basil, some curry and stew meat to ground all that divine vegetation.

I think I’ll have some for breakfast.

Today is Andy Warhol’s birthday. I’m listening to Lou Reed so I can feel closer to Andy.

This morning I heard a poet allege that Andy said:

“Being born is like being kidnapped.”


“Isn’t life a series of images that repeat.”

So I decided to share some images that repeat in my 2006/2007 sketchbook.

Here is my Andy in honor of his birthday.

In this sketchbook is a series of quick sketches I did imagining Andy engaged in pleasuring himself.

I have photographed these sketches in such a way that no one can be offended by “purient” content. In America certain corporate entities believe that they can dictate the boundaries of self-expression. That’s all I’m saying about that.

Andy was a beautiful guy and I know he did things to encourage the sexless-catholic-don’t-touch aspect of his persona but he was a human being, a Leo with Moon in Aries and therefore passionate.

“Strange, beautiful,” as Jimi Hendrix said about someone.

A Lou Reed song:

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I think you’re, oh, so beautiful
I think you’re so kindAnd I think I would miss you
if you disappear into the divineAnd I think of an apple core
when you start thinking of god
And I know I would miss you
if you disappear into the divineAnd I think you’re so beautiful
beautiful as the blackened space and stars
But all I see is a coreless seed
when you cry for a God who’s not there
And I think you’re so beautiful
and I see you’re as the sun
That shines out through these galaxies
shimmering and warm, ahAnd I think you’re so
beautiful, oh, oh, oh, oh
and if there’s one thing I believe at all
It’s how much I would miss you
if you disappear into the divineIt’s how much I would miss you
if you disappear into the divine
It’s how much I would miss you
if you disappear into the divine
How much, how much
how much, how much
How much, how much
how much, how much, how, how much
If you disappear into the
How much, how much
(how much), hey, hey, hey, hey

New Andy Miniprints

Posted in Art, etsy, music with tags , , , , , , , on June 14, 2008 by darcyarts

Yesterday, in concert with a trip to the downtown post office, I stopped by Ellis Art to grab a large soft carving block. My latest image of Andy was too big to fit onto a small eraser block and I really wanted to try it.

I photographed my test sheet process. I refine the block image until I get the print just the way I want it.

In the last print on the bottom right I have added (by subtraction) little radiant lines around his head halo.

These measure about 2.50 x 2.75 inches. I guess that means I can list them on Bittypix.

When I opened the Bittypix shop I meant for it to be the toned-down alternative to the Whabam! color joint that is my Darcyarts shop.

You can see by looking at My Flickr photos posted on the right that I love color.

Color has been sneaking into my Bittypix. My Bootsy for week 6 is chartreuse and aqua!


I guess I just can’t help myself.

Give the Illustrator Some

Posted in Art, etsy with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 7, 2008 by darcyarts

 To our left is the amazing Chick Webb.

In music you hear the phrase “Give the drummer some.” This was, in jazz, the star player’s attempt to share the wealth. He was pointing something out to the audience, making them aware of an element that they had taken for granted. “It’s the drummer that’s holds it all together,” they were saying. 

With rock, say in the 60s, it became less necessary. Though the lead guitar player garnered lots of attention – Jimmy Page, Pete Townshend, Jimi Hendrix – it was more difficult to over look the work of John Bonham, Keith Moon or Mitch Mitchell. Then Lil Tommy Lee came along with his swirling, spinning, expando elevator drum kit and well, ain’t it great the technology that money can buy?  

There are always exceptions. Few overlooked Gene Krupa or the mighty, mighty Buddy Rich. Sure, he was an asshole but you would be too if you had his chops.

I once caught three sets of Buddy Rich at Disneyland and could NOT leave my seat. All the fantastic wonders of Disneyland paled in comparison to what he could do with a pair of drum sticks in his hands.

Back to the world of Art.

Illustrators have in some quarters been considered “less than” an artist who’s work finds it’s way into the rarified temples of FIne Art. But with artist like N.C. Wyeth, Alphonse Mucha, Maxfield Parrish, Aubrey Beardsley, Jessie King and Jessie Smith, to name just a few, I don’t know how it’s possible.

As Andy knew (see my last post) it’s all a mind game. Sure, skill sometimes plays a part, but I’m convinced it’s a construct like any other psych game.

As Americans we live and breathe the illustrator’s art. Advertising is the life’s blood of capitalism. It’s everywhere around us.  

Aside Warning!!! > I think I should write a little book filled with my theories about Andy Warhol’s genius. He knew that as Americans, from birth we are swaddled in advertising copy.  So in addition to my giant list of great things I think Andy pre-saged, I dub him an early environmentalist. He saw that we are up to our necks in images and as a radical artist, he could just co-opt and recontextualize, repurpose, reuse and recirculate what was already out there. My heart goes badub badub badub.

Here are a few really cool illustrators who have found a way to do their work outside of the corporate setting. How long Etsy will be corporate is another question for another day. Lord let the creators of Etsy keep a pure heart and a strong clear vision, amen.

John W. Golden

Golden has a lot of really attractive images. They are sweet and funky and retro and unique. He makes cool pop art rings too.

Here are others Etsian illustrators to check out:

elloh from Philadelphia.

apak, a duo from the creative stronghold of Portland, Oregon.

berkeley illustrations another duo from Portland.

matte art cool stuff.

The great thing about the democratization of art, writing, music, etc., in the age of the internet is that we can really muffle categorization. We can hyper-apply new and more abstract labels if we want to, but eventually the diverse nature of the myriad creations will mock all categories. Mountains of art will shine bright and wiggle free.

Low Brow  is a neon sign on the road to the democratization of Art. Will it become so legit that it will be invited into the palace of Fine Art? Will the life blood then be sucked out?


Check out what i just bought on etsy from another fabulous Tampa artist, Irma Diaz at souroctopus .

There will always be rebels capable of keeping things interesting and intentionally walking the line.


Block Prints and Fine Art

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 5, 2008 by darcyarts

The philosophical problem of the day is centered around terminology.

They called Warhol’s soup cans pop art.

If I create something and in my mind I call it “art” how do I get to the place where I label it “fine art”?

Art with a capital A is something that I imagine we create in connection with a mandatory number of years in academia, a bachelors in Fine Art and probably, most important to the equation, the expectation that some agent will be taking a fairly large percentage from the sale of said Fine Art.

I have made paintings, portraits I should say, and they were all born of a passionate affection and deep appreciation for the work of the person I chose to paint. This is where you see me tapping my fist over the area of my chest beneath which my heart lies. Respect.

 This Andy portrait was painted out of love and admiration. I took great pains to make him beautiful and to try to catch the innocent, insouciant yet calculating seductiveness of his personality. Those qualities were steeped in a stew of old world catholic guilt and fear. Still, despite that ingrained sense that certain things were forbidden. Andy was the bravest of makers. He lived his life boldly. His “shyness” was, I think, rather a distaste for being controlled by anyone or anything mixed with a deep concern that he not give anyone the power to hurt him.

I think he asked this question. How does a flawed, less than perfect person transform themselves into a beacon? By what energy or algebra can I turn on that inner light and draw others to me? He was drawn to and studied people who managed to do this.

 He did a smashing job and he did it with the simplest tools. You could make the argument that he was the first recycler. He repurposed everything. He borrowed and rearranged and did the great art trick of making strange. He took the most common items and recontextualized them. And everytime in doing so raised the questions What is Art? and What are you willing to pay for it?

It was a game. He was fascinated by the psychology of Fine Art and celebrity which is sort of the Fine Art of bodies.

I must spend some time reading what others have to say on this subject. Art Blogs, here I come.

Let me get my head out of the clouds and back to Low Brow, another can of worms for later.

Today I posted a new batch of pix on Flickr. See them up there on the upper right hand corner of this blog?

And yesterday I got very into making stamps out of 50 cent polymer erasers. There is a size restriction in using them. They come in a standard eraser size, 1 x 2.50 inches. They cut like butter.

I stamp them and then make adjustments until I get what looks right.

This one is sort of a self-portrait profile. I later cut that eylash line on the far left a bit shorter so it looks less like the figure has an object impaled in the unseen eyeball.

Light and dark areas are read differently and subtle changes alter the meaning.

I ran out of room on the edges. I probably shouldn’t say such things.

I believe the artist can suffer from being too straightforward or too attached to telling the unvarnished truth. He/she will not do as well as the artist that consciously allows myth and mystique to carry them. My artistic temperament is born from the big, red hair of a flagrant fantasy. I made a world out of glitter and glam and gender-bender values and I’m still trying to squeeze into those platform boots.

You Know I Love Andy

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , , on May 11, 2008 by darcyarts

Andy Warhol was one of the coolest Americans hatched this last century. He dug strange people, encouraged everyone to create supported the Velvet Underground, implanted Nico into their midst loved and honored drag queens and understood, better than anyone else, the psychic motivations of capitalism and celebrity worship.

Though he felt like a haunted Catholic ugly duckling at times deep inside I think he knew that he was a stunning creature with a searingly brilliant and alien intelligence. Amen.

Prints available at darcyarts.etsy