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CRIT Magazine Issue 1

Published by Will Lunden, 2015-07-17 02:16:47

Description: CRIT is a biographical cross-examination of the Boston Critique Group which is an artist collaborative that provides artists with the chance to give and receive beneficial feedback through analyzing the conceptual and technical achievements, contextualizing a piece within the contemporary art world, and sparking discussions designed to develop an artist’s practice.

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Dan Kornrumpf, diamonds on my neck. diamonds on my grill (detail), 48hand embroidered on canvas, 2007.!

Dena Haden and Kate Benson contemplating the Nick Cave show at the ICA Boston in April 2014. Photograph by Dan Kornrumpf.!49

Art History 50Kevin ClancyI love Claude Monet’s Haystacks at different times of dayAnd sitting by his lily pond with Edouard ManetFrancisco Goya’s Executions on the Third of MayAn Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte The point of this is I’m a pointillist just like SeuratYou don’t understand the point of cubism go ask GeorgeBraqueYou don’t believe him he’s a leave your like David’s MaratEnd up dying before your time just like Basquiat I don’t wanna be rich, cause I love being BaroqueLive the Genre Painting lifestyle like plain clothed folksTill a field like Lautrec’s Two Bulls with a YokeThe type a life that Van Gogh’s Potato Eaters evoke I’d build a baby out of toilets to hear him call me DadaHopes he ends up like Donatello’s GattamelataAtop a horse leading the forces of the Venetian armadaAt worst a Carravagian Cardsharp leaving you with nada I’d raise my White Flag like Jasper JohnsSing praise to Les Demoiselles d’AvignonAnd to De Stijl and Neoplasticist’s like MondrianAnd to “the father of us all” Mr. Paul CezanneSit with Honore Daumier in a Third Class CarriageWitness the Arnolfini Wedding Portrait after their marriageThe revulsion of Impressionist’s Salon in ParisDegas’ Keyhole Studies, female bathers embarrassed I got a Persistence of Memory like in Dali’s timeLeft perspectives perplexed like an Escher designSo I stretched out a canvas, and planned out a lineMade a convincing Da Vinci of Christ while he dined It’s a Sacra Conversazione speaking in tonguesFigura Serpentinata like Laocoon and his SonsA David be Bernini, marble sculpted in tonsI’m a Neoclassicist call me Vigee-Labrun I love the sexual suggestiveness of Georgia O’KeefeThe play of night and light in a Rembrandt reliefThe visual unity of a repeating MotifMy heart beats, creativity in its sleep

Life Among the Apricot Lips Martha Krausz, Visiting Artist I love Claude Monet’s Haystacks at different times of day And sitting by his lily pond with Edouard Manet Francisco Goya’s Executions on the Third of May An Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte Life was strewn like seeds one night, then scattered by the summer gust. Now living is much like a scavenger hunt to gather the parts of us. And move they do, so subtly, that home is never long “I’ve found it, 'There! Oh, finally!’” Then life has upped and gone to roar with the gray and white-capped waves, darkening cheeks of sand; or join in the wild band of horses: clouds of dust in pastureland. Life moves until it’s nondescript, marked only by dim sensation, eluding the ballpoint pen I grip, in its silent germination. Nevertheless, life sometimes sits, contentedly, in your hand: poised on the apricot's perfect lips. . . . Or in the poignant touch of man. While life may not stay still for us nor cling to where we’ve clung, I need only take that fruit to my lips to know what life's among.51 Emily Brodrick and Martha Krausz at Emily’s senior thesis exhibition, Why Color Makes Me Giggle at Hampshire College, March 2014.!

I Bloom For YouMartha Krausz, Visiting ArtistI'd rather bloom for youthan admit to this long winter.(When hearts hibernate and lips shrink from cold) my petals stay outreachingas if in Spring; wedding white against red- towards the memory of our sun.God knows where all the passion goes when it cannot find you.To lift the wings of birds aligned for winter's long migration? Down to heave with leaves and steam in love's decomposition?To some corner of the cosmos my unmet ardors surely goas pretty flowers today in their vase, tomorrow, will be thrown. But then again, I’d bloom anew from soils kept insideAbundant are the buds within (that from the seasons hide). 52

“I was thinking about having a real message and how explicit it is instead of just experimenting with materials.” –Will Whelan Aug. 2013!53 Will Whelan, Paper Printblocks, 2011.!

Will Whelan, Still from Murder Map, 2013.View the full video at: https://vimeo.com/71167659 54










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