Bottom line: artists are artists' best friends, and there should be more gatherings like this one.
From Warhol's factory to Oscar Murillo's Colombian-chocolate assembly line, artists have long been drawn to the ways in which their work can reflect on its own production and consumption.
A friend of mine used to brutally remind me of that stuff-up for many years, until she did a gig as a guest editor of an issue of an art magazine, which had the cover line "Artists of the 21st Millennium".
Residuals and royalties don't only get meted out to so-called above the line artists but bolster the health and pension plans of crew members as well.
"That's cheap for a front-line artist," Dave Montes, the manager of Tower Records in the East Village of Manhattan, said of the $11.99 the store charges for Madonna's new album.
Yet some stubborn pundits are clinging to the possibility of a win here, their reasoning effectively running along the lines of: "Well, Roger Deakins has to win sometime." True enough, with 12 nominations and no wins to date, the Coen Brothers' favourite cameraman is as pointedly overdue an Oscar as any below-the-line artist in the industry today.
From just three simple lines artist Mike Creighton renders complex and detailed topographic landscapes.
Along similar lines, artists who come to Israel to draw attention to the occupation are welcome, while those who just want to perform are not.
And though in years past, FYF suffered from growing pains — long lines, artists not having adequate preshow accommodations — these hiccups have passed.
With copyright infringement lawsuits plaguing artists such as Shepard Fairey for his well-known Obama Hope poster and Robin Thicke, Pharrell Williams, and T.I. for their hit song "Blurred Lines," artists in all areas should be treading a bit more carefully.
Line-by-line, German artist Arno Beck builds glitchy arithmetic images, meticulously hammering out patterns from the typewriter's index of letters and symbols.
