My First Blog!
March 11, 2015
I would like to begin a conversation here, hopefully with you, about Urban Dada, my photographs and the nature of art.
It is my hope and ambition to explore the definition of art through the photographs on this site. I am sure a lot of people looking at them will at first think "What? These are pictures of trash!" No doubt it is what most folks think when they walk past Urban Dada on the street. But through these pictures I hope to show that there is art and a strange, abstract beauty in these random mixtures of paint, torn paper, wood and stickers.
I particularly like the 'collective unconscious' aspect of Urban Dada, if Dr. Jung will forgive me for the association. To me Urban Dada is unconscious art, the same way tree bark or erosion tracks on the beach can look like art. I have often looked in wonder at oil and mud puddles on city streets that form spiraling, ephemeral clouds and vortices at my feet. I suppose it is proof that the human mind likes to look for patterns and meaning in apparently random things, like faces in the shag of my bathroom rug. Or eyes and mouths in plastic burled wood panelling in an elevator.
Perhaps there is an evolutionary strategy from millennia ago at work in our minds, because those Australopithecines who could spot a leopard's eyes in the tall grass tended to survive longer. I don't know.
All I know is when I would see Urban Dada on walls, trash bins, street lamps or mail boxes as I walked down the street, it would sometimes stop me in my tracks. I would have to marvel and wonder what meaning might be imparted in these Rorschachesque amalgams. They were compelling, and reminded me of the Dada collages of the early 20th century, which were also created randomly as a rule.
What do you think?
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