Posts Tagged ‘Photocopy Art’

“Round [Black Holes Ain't So Black]” (Photocopies, 1999)

Wednesday, December 1st, 1999

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“The lower the mass of the black hole, the higher its temperature. So as the black hole loses mass, its temperature and rate of emission increase, so it loses mass more quickly. What happens when the mass of the black hole eventually becomes extremely small is not quite clear, but the most reasonable guess is that it would disappear completely in a tremendous final burst of emission, equivalent to the explosion of millions of H-bombs.” (Stephen Hawking)

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“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us “universe,” a part limited in time and space. We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of our consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” (Albert Einstein)

Variations on these photocopy works were included in the exhibition “Dick Whyte: Retrospective” (91 Aro Street Gallery, Wellington, 2005). Other variations were later published as a comic in “Solar” (Issue 1, 2008).

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“Squares [This Is Not A Black Square]” (Photocopies, 1999)

Thursday, December 2nd, 1999

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“When, in the year 1913, in my desperate attempt to free art from the ballast of objectivity, I took refuge in the square form and exhibited a picture which consisted of nothing more than a black square on a white field, the critics and, along with them, the public sighed, ‘Everything which we loved is lost. We are in a desert… Before us is nothing but a black square on a white background!’” (Kazimir Malevich)

Variations on these photocopy works were included in the exhibition “Dick Whyte: Retrospective” (91 Aro Street Gallery, Wellington, 2005). Other variations were later published as a comic in “Solar” (Issue 1, 2008)

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“Strings [Lines of Flight]” (Photocopies, 1999)

Friday, December 3rd, 1999

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“Individual or group, we are traversed by lines, meridians, geodesics, tropics, and zones marching to different beats and differing in nature. We said that we are comprised of lines, three kinds of lines. Or rather, bundles of lines, for each kind is multiple. We may be more interested in a certain line than in others, and perhaps there is indeed one that is, not determining, but of greater importance… if it is there. For some of these lines are imposed on us from outside, at least in part. Others sprout up somewhat by chance, from a trifle, why we will never know. Others can be invented, drawn, without a model and without chance: we must invent our lines of flight.” (Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus)

From a larger collection of photocopy works, two of which were used as the album cover for Jeff Henderson’s “Fuck You You Bureaucratic Fucks” recorded live at “Wayfarer Gallery Presents: A Festiva of Enjoyment” (Enjoy Gallery, 2002) and released by Postmoderncore Records in 2004. Henderson is a free-jazz/drone saxophonist from New Zealand, who I highly recommend checking out. Some of these prints were also included in the exhibition “Dick Whyte: Retrospective” (91 Aro Street Gallery, Wellington, 2005). Further variations were later published as a comic in “Solar” (Issue 1, 2008).

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“Untitled” (Photocopier ink on notepaper, c. 1999)

Friday, July 1st, 2011

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Late one afternoon in 1999 Tim Wyborn and I found an old photocopier toner in the library bin at Victoria University. Seeing the potential, but having no idea what to do, we grabbed it and headed back to my house. On the way Tim decided to smash the toner on my lawn and came up with the formula: SMASHING STUFF = ART. That sounded like fun, which produced a second formula: ART = FUN.

While Tim was smashing the toner, it started to rain and black ink ran all over my front yard (much to the annoyance of my flatmates). While he was doing this I got the idea to lay numerous pieces of paper on the ground around him to capture fragments of the event in plastic form. Never exhibited.

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