I’d like to make a sort of documentary or portrait of my classmate Tom Boram. He seems wary, but potentially willing. I spent a little while with him in his studio this morning before class, and shot a bit of experimental footage.
A Few Minutes with Tom from Wes Stitt on Vimeo.
…from an alternative history of art:
“But imagine if the ancient Greeks hadn’t discovered their miraculous technique for powder-coating marble, light-fast and resistant to the elements, what a somber and colorless affair might Neoclassicism have been…”
An aesthetic event that I’ve been anxiously awaiting since I was a boy has finally happened, and somehow it took nearly six months for me to notice. The 1966 Batman television series is commercially available, uncut and remastered, for the first time since it originally aired. It would be nearly impossible to overstate the influence this show had on the development of my personal aesthetic, as well as my sexuality. I’ve been devouring episodes all week, and it looks so good. The colors! My god, the colors! They really pop!
I’ve been reconnecting lately with my childhood hero, Michael Wood. His documentaries, especially “In the Footsteps of Alexander the Great,” were a major influence on my decision to study history, and also on my love of documentary film.
I’ve been frustrated lately, and I’ve started telling people that I’m not going to make art anymore, that for my thesis I will project this episode (“The Classical Ideal”) of “Art of the Western World” in the gallery space, and my committee and I will wear togas to the opening.
Thinking about the work of August Sander, after a class trip to the Hirshhorn museum last week.
Just in time for the installation of my show at School 33, I’ve created another phase piece. I told myself I wasn’t going to do any more of these, but after almost two months of not working, this one just slid out and felt right. I think it will be the last.
Time is the Space from Wes Stitt on Vimeo.
Over the weekend, Dan Bailey shared this video with me; it’s apparently the latest big internet meme. I found it enjoyable and well-made (especially in light of all the potential complications to making a short film we’ve discussed in Advanced Scriptwriting recently), but, surprisingly, it also disturbed me existentially on a couple of levels. First, while I like stories that problematize narrative, seeing narrative break down all together is frankly terrifying; it’s like witnessing a mass killing. And secondly, I’m worried that the show runners over at “Adult Swim,” tossing out content for stoned college kids to watch at 4am, are producing work of more conceptual richness and depth than myself or my peers. What to do? How to up my game?