CHARLES ZUPPARDI b.1946 in Brooklyn, NY - B.F.A. Pratt Institute 1967 - M.F.A. Yale University 1969
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Page One: Possible Aesthetic (new large and smaller works ).
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Page One: Possible Aesthetic (small)
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Visionary Drawings - (scroll down to view Page Two).
Others do not have to believe claims of a revelation for it to be real, you know you had it. Can you hold on to it?
The Visionary Drawings is a continuing attempt to make fast a godvision witnessed by me in the desert near Borrego Springs, CA.
Can I make this becoming, this essentially liminal state, visual?
Below are Visionary Drawings 78A-97B                                   |
Below are Visionary Drawings 62A-77B
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Below are Visionary Drawings 27A-46B
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Below are Visionary Drawings 02A-26B
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Page Two: Life - Death - Silver - Gold - Caviar
The work which follows addresses questions about pollution and trash and the possibilities of beauty and rebirth, outcomes often overlooked. Imagine tidelines, exposure to natural elements, water, wind/sun direction, and nature's genius to recreate.
There is no question, the universe is overrun with pollution. It will bring us down while something unforeseen is born. Never forget the relentless adaptability of nature. Nature not caring what template it follows other than to survive. Nature and art and the creative spirit.
Why caviar, are the precious metals at base or added, what beautiful things will come from your death, will our planet ever be uninhabitable?
Most of the components I use are products consumed by me. This is my trash. Where is yours?
The parts are beautiful. Form and function. Do you see industry and resources combined in each cluster of parts? These clusters are beautiful. In painting and music they are often referred to as "passages".
Squeeze a tube of oil paint, pigment and petroleum make paint. Use it to make art, convert it to debris, and "paint" it across canvas. Materials. Beautiful seductive materials. DeKooning, Brancusi, Reinhardt, Chamberlain, Hess, Serra, Shields... materials. The soul is the relationship to the materials.
I hate garbage, it smells bad. I hate pollution, it ruins nearly everything - I love these artworks.
Australia or Madagascar, hundreds of unique life forms. Islands floating for millions of years. They are nature. They evolve, grind, invent to survive. Life.
What of the islands of garbage, some submerged, in seas, oceans, and rivers all over our planet, collecting in the universe as well? Perhaps even in parallel universes.
If a bird flies by and dumps a seed, perhaps a forest grows. If fertilized fish eggs snag on a bottle cap, perhaps Yellow Fin.
This work began in the Nevada desert, a stone's throw from nuclear test sites, gold, silver, minerals, decaying consumer trash, and the Vegas Strip. (See earlier work Friends In The Desert at the bottom of this page).
Consider this: It rains on the body of a homeless man sleeping on the loading dock of my Tribeca loft. Insects are on him. The rain stops. A piece of newspaper blows in and sticks to his face. Windward, sunup or sundown? I dreamed the light, or was it gold leaf?
Nature has formed a paper mache sculpture.
Is The Adriatic filthy? Where is the biggest slum? Have the corpses in Rwanda all gone away?
What was it you left behind and told yourself somebody would clean up after you?
There is no question, the universe is overrun with pollution. It will bring us down while something unforeseen is born. Never forget the relentless adaptability of nature. Nature not caring what template it follows other than to survive. Nature and art and the creative spirit.
Why caviar, are the precious metals at base or added, what beautiful things will come from your death, will our planet ever be uninhabitable?
Most of the components I use are products consumed by me. This is my trash. Where is yours?
The parts are beautiful. Form and function. Do you see industry and resources combined in each cluster of parts? These clusters are beautiful. In painting and music they are often referred to as "passages".
Squeeze a tube of oil paint, pigment and petroleum make paint. Use it to make art, convert it to debris, and "paint" it across canvas. Materials. Beautiful seductive materials. DeKooning, Brancusi, Reinhardt, Chamberlain, Hess, Serra, Shields... materials. The soul is the relationship to the materials.
I hate garbage, it smells bad. I hate pollution, it ruins nearly everything - I love these artworks.
Australia or Madagascar, hundreds of unique life forms. Islands floating for millions of years. They are nature. They evolve, grind, invent to survive. Life.
What of the islands of garbage, some submerged, in seas, oceans, and rivers all over our planet, collecting in the universe as well? Perhaps even in parallel universes.
If a bird flies by and dumps a seed, perhaps a forest grows. If fertilized fish eggs snag on a bottle cap, perhaps Yellow Fin.
This work began in the Nevada desert, a stone's throw from nuclear test sites, gold, silver, minerals, decaying consumer trash, and the Vegas Strip. (See earlier work Friends In The Desert at the bottom of this page).
Consider this: It rains on the body of a homeless man sleeping on the loading dock of my Tribeca loft. Insects are on him. The rain stops. A piece of newspaper blows in and sticks to his face. Windward, sunup or sundown? I dreamed the light, or was it gold leaf?
Nature has formed a paper mache sculpture.
Is The Adriatic filthy? Where is the biggest slum? Have the corpses in Rwanda all gone away?
What was it you left behind and told yourself somebody would clean up after you?
*Each slideshow below presents one (1) artwork in different positions.
Slideshow 11: Cherry Lake Telomeres |
Slideshow 10: Great Raft Mars |
Slideshow 9: Below Europa Ice |
Slideshow 8: Lake Okeechobee Swan |
Slideshow 7: Lake Macatawa, MI Beach |
Slideshow 6: Galactic Rootstock |
Slideshow 5: Klang River |
Slideshow 4: Gowanus Brooklyn Tideline |
Slideshow 3: Near Mumbai |
Slideshow 2: Favela |
Slideshow 1: A City Called Detroit |
Page Two continued: FRIENDS IN THE DESERT (begun 2004 in LV, NV).
These pieces are precursors to Life-Death-Silver-Gold-Caviar (see above).
The desert can be hot, vision unreliable, solitude enlightening, and- friends imaginary.
Eggs and cement, quite alike when I think about time. Egg cartons and cement, quite alike in looks.
The desert can be hot, vision unreliable, solitude enlightening, and- friends imaginary.
Eggs and cement, quite alike when I think about time. Egg cartons and cement, quite alike in looks.
