tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66312402466387982024-03-18T21:13:14.411-04:00Jacob Russell's Barking DogNo Revolution Without Poetry, No Poetry Without Revolution!<br><br>
<i>From Somewhere in Philly-- Literary Yelps from an Old Dog</i><br> Willard Art
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<br><br><a name="2563642819"></a>Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.comBlogger1126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-10734963054671833572015-01-27T20:51:00.001-05:002015-02-28T22:05:42.876-05:00Jacob Russell's Barking Dog has MOVED
The Dog is laid to rest.
Nothing NEW to see here... we've moved to
JACOB RUSSELLS MAGIC NAMES ---> HERE
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-42992845928201435332015-01-09T01:19:00.001-05:002015-01-09T01:19:49.055-05:00Sneak Preview: Ari Figue's Cat
First post of the year!
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-44405852818004627042014-12-28T16:19:00.001-05:002014-12-28T16:19:44.920-05:00In it for the long haul
Whew... deep breath. Every day, new cause for rage. Not gonna stop. So up to me to deal with it on a different register. No good exploding into fantasies of hard justice that lead nowhere, teach me nothing, point to no useful tactics or strategies. Have to stop reacting like this stuff comes out of nowhere--shock and surprise.
It's not. It doesn't. I could close my eyes and recite ahead of Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-34556082719644326822014-12-27T18:41:00.000-05:002014-12-27T18:41:10.970-05:00#294 Meditation box
104x44 cm. underside of coffee table, 6-pack holder, paint blob, lampshade hoop.
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-87138024971778778142014-12-21T16:13:00.000-05:002014-12-21T16:15:28.606-05:00#292 Through a Glass Darkly
61x41 cm acryllic smeared on mirror.
This is hard to capture in a photo. It's a bathroom cabinet mirror in it's frame (I think). Found in the trash. Smeared with thin acryllic, an image rubbed out. Still semi-transparent to the mirror. The image only shows at certain angles.
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-81745308823276672452014-12-20T23:39:00.000-05:002014-12-21T11:49:44.097-05:00Some Perspective on the Shooting of the NYPD Cops.
For more than five months since the murder of Mike Brown... with deaths to follow, one after another, there has been as yet, NO corrective action taken to insure accountability, of those who committed these crimes, or to prevent more of the same in the future.
Think about it.
Almost six months.
What are the cops to get from this, if not support for their self-justification, their Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-15952515694893457542014-12-19T19:13:00.004-05:002014-12-20T13:31:48.256-05:00No such thing as a good cop.
Why do I keep saying, there is no such thing as a good cop--when we know that not all cops do bad shit? Let me see if I can explain my reasoning, sans rhetoric, when I say: there is no such thing as a good cop.
First, there is the role. Then there is the person. The role is defined in general terms by what kinds of actions it involves. To keep this simple, I want to look at only one aspect:Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-46372426860259582662014-12-19T12:11:00.001-05:002014-12-19T12:18:00.334-05:00Imagination Shall Make Us Free!
In a Facebook post, Nyle Fort, wrote of the difficulty of seeing past the neoliberal simulacra to find what is real.
Maybe it helps to see this, not as binary opposites, but different *kinds* of real. In the way a fictional character is real, *as* a fictional character-- which nonetheless has real generative effects.
The spectacle, too, is real, but a reality whose generative effects Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-35737522155018833852014-12-16T13:36:00.002-05:002014-12-19T12:17:34.031-05:00Art and Capitalism, one more time...
Hoping for a discussion group sometime in the not too distant future at A-Space for artists who want to explore ideas on alternative means of support-- outside gatekeeper-gallery-to-investor servitude. If you're interested in this, let me know--and I'll keep you updated on when this might happen.
True, making stuff from your own materials and exchanging it for money isn't yet capitalism. TheJacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-47560734145051191642014-12-04T16:39:00.002-05:002014-12-12T20:27:59.808-05:00#291 America Agonistes
81x91 cm Acrylic on canvas
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-57911706485056251722014-11-29T22:00:00.003-05:002014-11-29T22:00:49.168-05:00Surfing the wave of history!
All over the world... Brazil, London, Spain... in Hong Kong they were doing "hands up don't shoot"... Palestine. There's always waiting for us, that crescendo of events no one could have predicted. Those who are most dependent on being in control will the be the least prepared to deal with them. Those whose lives have been given to surfing the wave of history ahead and beneath the curl, readyJacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-90466827394487088192014-11-28T21:08:00.000-05:002014-11-30T11:19:02.608-05:00Sometimes a riot is a beautiful thing!
Have seen several posts on Facebook contrasting white dudes rioting over pumpkins and sports victories, with stores and cars set fire in Ferguson. Who are the real rioters, they ask? I was thinking about this on the bus the other day... how what they share, may be more significant than how they differ.
On the one side, there's destruction as celebration--a spontaneous eruption from joy to Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-30168070476140995552014-11-26T17:21:00.000-05:002014-11-26T17:21:36.724-05:00#290 American Thanksgiving
32x30 acrylic and oil crayon on canvas
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-62070034227798901422014-11-21T16:06:00.000-05:002014-11-21T16:06:52.307-05:00Memorial to E. Passyunk PoemTree, 2010-2012 #287
48x22 acrylic, Poem cards, aluminum tabs, American chestnut leaves and found stuff mounted on plywood.
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-46514921937411818512014-11-15T22:37:00.000-05:002014-11-15T22:37:00.026-05:00#289 Hi-Fives
28x12 Acrylic on canvas board
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-2169494573018619812014-11-13T22:49:00.000-05:002014-11-13T22:49:04.475-05:00#288
34x36 strips & chips of wood, acrylic on canvas
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-72462663128928301432014-11-12T13:19:00.002-05:002014-11-12T13:20:47.788-05:00
How can we recover our creativity, if we aren't ready to renounce art, have done with the isolation of aesthetics as a specialty, and absolutely reject--work to destroy by whatever means prove effective--the vile usurpation of creative effort by the gallery to investment pipelines--to resist comodification of self and work as nothing less than a life and death struggle? Is there anything moreJacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-29066838141024417682014-10-31T01:18:00.001-04:002014-10-31T01:18:53.847-04:00#284
32x40 acrylic on canvas. light through trees, Morris Park
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-60505549229132654812014-10-29T17:35:00.002-04:002014-10-29T17:35:55.553-04:00#283
31.5x14.5 Acrylic on packing box cardboard
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-60879150286724092042014-10-28T23:21:00.001-04:002014-10-28T23:21:37.401-04:00#56 There's a Soldier in the Garden of the World
Cardboard, paper, roofing paper, torn US currency, acrylic mounted on rusted sheet metal
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-24207494489446820632014-10-24T21:38:00.001-04:002014-10-24T21:38:38.707-04:00#282
28x20 acrylic on Masonite
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-106881522854320572014-10-24T13:16:00.001-04:002014-10-24T13:16:53.784-04:00#281
Paintchips on rusted metal. Found object mounted on wood, acrylic.
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-73911293954040596162014-10-15T15:13:00.000-04:002014-10-15T15:13:06.632-04:00#279
24x12 Acrylic on canvas.
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-70272578684465362962014-10-15T14:50:00.002-04:002014-10-15T15:13:25.194-04:00
#280 36x34 Acrylic on canvas. Samhain, Full Moon Fire Circle, Faerie Fall Gathering
Jacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631240246638798.post-7777877456195239872014-10-14T10:49:00.001-04:002014-10-14T10:49:38.019-04:00Narrative Realism: recycledThis is the preface to a review of an Alice Munroe story in the New Yorker.
This is Part II of a review of Some Women, by Alice Munro
Naming the Real in Realist Fiction. Here is Part I .
And
Three posts on Critical Narrative analysis
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Two
Three
No artist tolerates reality." says Nietzsche. That is true, but no artist can get along without reality. Artistic creation is a demandJacob Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07090220157886320148noreply@blogger.com0