It's as timeless as the old question, hamburger or hot dog? The ancient art of folding paper is all around you, and always has been. From package design to pop up books, folding is a paper technique so classic, versatile, simple and strong that everyone has been a master of at some point, a magnate of paper doll fashion world, a thrill seeking paper airplane engineer, or the rare among us who practices the sometimes infuriating but always inspiring art of origami. I've gathered here, some of my favorite paper artists who use the creased page to make works of fancy and awe.
is no coward. He would never deign to try to capture images on paper by simply sullying it with marker or pencil. Instead the architecture focused German artist makes images of vast detail and depth by folding a single sheet of paper. How he manages to create patterned floors and appropriate sense of light in a room, is nothing sort of wondrous. Highly influenced by literature, philosophy and film, he creates both real and imagined spaces, where his paper sculptures surely evoke a sense of setting where Kubrick, Hesse and Kierkegard could meet for tea.
When you step out into the world as much a hot air balloon as a young man, there's no opportunity you feel you can't rise to and some deflation is bound to occur.
College was a ball pit of ideas and emotions. Diving into the pool of cereal brightness was symbolic of the possibilities that waited for me. But as sure as the sugar high will pass, in the stillness you begin to feel the harshness of the plastic fabric at the base, smells are loosened and you realize that you are in a hammock of Chinese plastic. Whimsy and decrepitude are the two sides of the play pen I called college.
But one shining star of my higher education experience was Art Class (sounds familiar, right?). I had taken a few in the past. Learned the kind of things they advertised on tv, in those art tests you can send in to see if you have what it takes to take an art class (I seem to remember the pith of which involved drawing a pirate with a parrot). Drawing was always fun for me, but I would usually hit a sort of wall of technical ability. AND to be honest, when you're taking art classes when you're vulnerable and base-emotion terrified, seeing other kids with natural talent is devastating. I was certainly not equipped with the head screwed-on-ness to not seep cool, green envy. Instead of motivating me to work harder, I began, like so many people, to compartmentalize creativity. Some people have it (very often the goth and 4chan kids) some people do not. I wouldn't whole heartedly cast myself into the ball pit of the incapable, but I knew I could never pull off a tail, either.
So many years ago now, it's sometimes hard to understand, or 2007, depending on whom you ask, I began taking a blade to paper. This is not the 2007 version.
I've always been a big fan of arts and crafts. The times in which I really excelled in school came before the years of Texas History. Yes, Texas history is taught in schools in Texas. And yes, I took multiple years of Texas history. And no, I don't remember any of it. Well, I remember two names, Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna (Mexico! Many Cool-Sounding Names!) and James Bowie (who seemed fictitious in every way imaginable, and thus, awesome).
But before any of that, all assignments were based around making things. The learning was ancillary to the scale model, diorama, puppet, or BOARD GAME that you made. But as we began to celebrate a bunch of dudes in raccoon hats losing a battle at a fort turned rental car company, this was no longer allowed, and all sense of wonder walked out the door and school fell flat like a pool toy neglected in the summer sun. Consequently or coincidentally anything with a sense of play got a lot more interesting, and I looked to sega and soccer games to get my fix .
I was a popular kid until I was 10. What exactly that means, not even I'm sure, but I'll tell you this to help contextualize things. I was once pulled aside by a very sweet and well-wishing teacher who knew my mom, and given a talk about hanging out with the right kids and being careful about whom I spent my time with. I was told I could make friends with anyone there, and that it was a choice.
Expect one post a week about paper, life, art, cooking?, pet grooming secrets, dark personal secrets, and other writings here, as I figure out how to make creative business, MY business. And a website into something more than just a place to post pictures of things I glued together, but also a place for me to create little silly posts about hugely important craft related issues. God bless us, everyone.
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