It’s a bit late, but here’s The Misanthrope, the piece of mine that was featured in my kinda-sorta-recent gallery show, Shhh!, which was hosted by the Pasadena Public Library, Hastings Branch last September. My first physical collage piece in quite a while, and the first one created as my “serious” art. Looking forward to creating more works in this medium.
This coming Sunday—September the 9th—through the end of the month, I am going to have a piece featured in the gallery show Shhh! hosted by the Pasadena Public Library. It’s going to be huge, interconnected, museum-style show featuring work by over thirty different artists and I’m really excited to be participating in it. The show opens Sunday the 9th and continues through the end of the month, so if you’re in the Los Angeles area you should check it out.
The original press release is below.
Woody O’ Toole Untitled 44”x 16”x10
September 9-September 30, 2018
Opening September 9th, 1:30-4:30 PM
All of our political, social and cultural institutions are under pressure to change, to be replaced, or to disappear. Libraries are no exception. Budgets are being cut. Hi-tech corporations would like to privatize them. Hard cover books are slowly but surely being replaced with ebooks.
Librarians, once the secular high priests and priestesses who treated books as sacred, have been demoted and forced to throw books in their dumpsters.
For the month of September on display at the Pasadena Hastings Branch Library, the JJU collective has curated over 30 artists, some internationally known, who will explore the consequences of books as being obsolete, reduced to base material, no different than clay. What does it mean for our culture that what was once taboo is now commonplace? What does it mean if the library is the last public space not dominated by commercial exchange?
What does this mean for democracy if there is no longer an informed citizenry?
What does it mean for critical thinking? Will people cease to know their own history?
What does it mean for the creation and evaluation of new ideas and knowledge production?
As well, what does it mean for aesthetic evaluation uninfluenced by the biases solely of the commercial market place?
What will the library look like when there are no books? What will it be for? What taboos and sense of the sacred will replace it, if any?
Will the individual have anything to say about their own subject formation, the formation of their individuality or the formation of their own consciousness?
Derrick L Harlan
Kevin Andrew Collins
Nina R Salerno
Woody O’ Toole
Pasadena Hastings Branch Library
This image just popped into my head one night. Cthulhu reading peacefully in an Edwardian-style study. . . with a lacy tea coaster and a kitty cat(thulhu) curled up by the fire. I found the juxtaposition amusing. And yes, that is eldritch tea, because why the hell not.
If you look really closely (which is to say its only visible in the full sized version) at the ship-in-a-bottle on the shelf, its labeled as the Alert, one of the two ships featured in The Madness from the Sea
Also, its not actually legible, but in case you were wondering the writing on the side of the tea mug is this passage from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (along with the associated illustration), which I felt was curiously appropriate to the aforementioned juxtaposition of eldritch abomination and cozy reading by the fire (also one of my favorite literary quotes):
‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
‘Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’
‘How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.
‘You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.’
The picture in the frame on the bookshelf (to the right of Cthulhu’s face) was originally going to be ‘Delirium’, one of the pictures from my Insanitarium series, but it turned out to be too distracting, and too easy to mistake for a television, which in turn made it too easy to accidentally think Cthulhu was looking at the television picture instead of the book. This was the picture:
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