about Occupational Hazard (Stanley Donwood's last exhibition of the year)

Since I have some problems with uploading photos on Stanleydonwoodart.blogspot.it, I will post the stuff here in the meantime, before understanding how to solve the uploading issue.
Well, I am just at home after a fantastic trip just to catch Occupational Hazard, which you probably know, was the last exhibition of this year by Stanley Donwood, and had its last day on 2nd December. The exhibition took place in the beautiful and colourful Brighton, at a very lovely and super interesting gallery, situated on North Road (96), and probably with the most welcoming, openminded, friendly and available gallerists I've ever met!
The exhibition contained so many of the well known pieces of art in the artist's carrier, rare works as well as some sold out works, the Goat Head was also there observing us from a high position, the 2 magnificent and magical Twisted Woods editions, the Golden Holaweg, the pop-art canvases upstairs and on the vetrina, Occupied Fortune, and the three dimensional Drawn in Woods and many many other. And obviously there were many new works for the occasion- new giclèe prints as Love Story, Scuffed Ink, Target Land, 1984, Patriotism and so on. These giclèe prints were a limited edition and were available only for the duration of the show.
There was also the work that brought the name of the exhibition- Occupational Hazard- represented on a plywood through acrylics.
And all was so beautiful and well...magical...we were immerged inside the world of art!
So here are some photos of the exhibition to feed your curiosity, but I advert you that the photos can not render the best all the atmosphere around, so if you've seen it you'll agree with me, if not- content yourself with the photos!
so here they  are:

Occupational Hazard: plywood+acryllic

warning signals by mr Donwood

art in progress: Tchock and Stanley

This pic surely reminds me something I know.....

Holly Sisson

Stanley Donwood

Offices of XL Recordings in Los Angeles

the TV had nothing to show us...nothing seemed to be happening

N O N E W S I S G O O D N E W S

Nothing seemed to be happening.

(quote: S. Donwood)

Intellectual Property Donor (stanley's suggestion)

stanley inspires mùm!! (yeah)

stanley & th0m

Taglibro- Stanley Donwood 34 (you can have the original size version if you click it and save)

Exclamation!

Some of the days that go by should have exclamation marks after them.
Yesterday had photorealistic houses but painted flames coming from
the roofs. I saw it from up on the hill!









                               
      story: stanley donwood; pic:               nataliandwarnings

cryingminotaur&hiscreator

There's just the muffled crunchy sound of teeth grinding and scraping of boots on tarmac or something and a noise far away that maybe is someone crying or a cat and everything moves a bit in the wind but there isn't any noise of that sort of thing. There's a tape on of people talking about probably nothing important at a restaurant and a marching sound that's a bit like a lot of soldiers and a bit like a wheel rubbing against metal but it might not be a tape it's hard to tell. And everyone's run out of jokes because no-ones laughing at anything although they probably would if they had a sense of humour. Probably nothing important. Just a noise in the dark when youre half asleep something behind the curtains don't look its nothing don't look honestly its nothing. Maybe it's the town you live in making these noises or maybe it's you. Just a million mobiles and modems squawking and spluttering and hissing like piss on a fire like a million gallons of piss on an inferno just think of that eh? 
Just think of that. Vertebrae being sawn apart sounds like this.

And when I opened the curtains they were taking the set away and packing up for the day, the cameras and lights turned off. The darkness replaced with striplights and and the grey skies the blind whirring of machinery.
I'd like to write a beautiful story about love:

(story: Stanley Donwood; illustration: nataliandwarnings)

minotaurs and psyche

 the Minotaur represents our basic nature: a complex mixture of animal, god, and human. Indeed, as mentioned in my prior post, the Minotaur was spawned from the liaison of a woman and a bull, and symbolizes this coincidentia oppositorum (meeting of opposites) of feminine and masculine, creature and human, rational and irrational, spiritual and instinctual, deity and demon, good and evil. The Minotaur also embodies both fate (our biological nature) and destiny (our freedom) and the integral interrelationship between the two. But why do we find it such a dreadful image? Because to confront the Minotaur in the dark labyrinth is to confront ourselves: our fears of the unknown, our ferocious, beastly nature, our rage, aggression, sexuality, mortality, the daimonic.  This self-confrontation is successfully accomplished by proceeding carefully yet courageously along one's own Ariadnean thread. The secret is that, metaphorically, we each have been given this thread to follow and lead us to our destiny-- but only if we are brave enough to do so.

Fundamentally, the Minotaur represents the primal fear of the unknown. Fear of the unknown is deeply-seated in the human psyche. It appears to be a genetic inheritance geared to guard and preserve our tenuous survival in a potentially dangerous universe, in much the same way as our biologically-rooted "fight or flight" response. Developmentally, all infants predictably pass through a brief phase of "stranger anxiety," and children a fear of the dark, a direct manifestation of this innate dread of the unknown. While we eventually more or less outgrow this stage, learning to trust, we never completely leave behind our instinctual fear of the unknown. Anxiety is one way we adults still experience this primitive fear. Indeed, it could be argued that anxiety is the subjective experience of the threatening unknown, whether we are facing or avoiding it.

lost angeles

NEWEST entries Lost Angeles Stanley Donwood

VERY VERY NEARLY So, I've been here in Los Angeles for a few days now, setting up the show, and it's almost done. The eighteen feet of black ink hand-burnished onto a roll of Japanese mulberry bark fibre paper that is the entire length of Lost Angeles is mounted on its custom-built curved wall (see above) and the same goes for London Views. All of the other works are framed and hung; the catalogs arrive today (I hope) and preparations for both private views are advancing towards some sort of climax. I'm afraid that my photos are so rubbish that I won't post them here, but I'm awaiting some better ones from people who can operate a camera without the results looking as if they were taken underwater by a marionette. In the meantime here is the framed Tremendous Meteorite: and here's the billboard, which is on the side of the gallery: - 26th April 2012 go to:  www.slowlydownward.com for more details and entertainment

Taglibro Thirty-three May 2012 Stanley!