our book (your book)

Just wanted to share some pages from the enormous collaborative book The Art Foundation commissioned for our first exhibition, Fountainhead. It's a beautifully made object, made by the hands of our man, Andrew Douglas Underwood (above, third from left). You can download the book for free here, as well as read about all the artists involved in bringing this harebrained scheme to life. Big news to follow about this project. Stay tuned.

 (all photos by Teresa Rafidi)

Phyllida Barlow

here.

Thank you, RP.

Lucia Nogueira

Watercolors, but it's her sculpture that I really love.

deluxe

Virginia Overton at the Power Station.

My (small) thoughts, here.

Joseph Montegomery

here

Karin Suter

here

Mark Manders, Part I

Why do you want to create sculptures?

Once you've realized on a deep level that there are empty spaces in the human world in which you can show things in their naked form, you just can't let go of that idea anymore. It's magnificent that such a phenomenon has taken shape during our evolution. It's generally accepted that this space exists within, as well as right beside, our world. In this window-like, conjuring space, you can place things or allow them to happen. Art allows us to experience things in their naked form... I could start talking about Duchamp or Donald Judd, who exemplify this idea of nakedness. I feel that, as an artist today with such an enormous world available to me with all its history, I can only really use that empty space as a conjuring space. I no longer have to focus on art per se.

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Just back from a preview of this show. Absolutely humbling to be around work like this. More on Manders once I manage to wrap my head around even a small fraction of his confounding and beautiful work. In the meantime, this.

Allyson Vieria

Blank busts and quarries. Chalky stacks.

here

Matias Faldbakken

"...spent bullets are strewn all over the floor like a Wiley Coyote trap or perilous Marx Brothers bait. One half expects to go realing, arms windmilling, up into the air and then flat on your back, defeated. But picking through the shells – nudging them or violently kicking them out of the way to make a path – is a welcome challenge that feels like a trangression in some sacred space."

here

material

"I don't want to fuck up somebody's day on the way to work, I want to fuck up their whole life."

(thanks, JC)

also on material, this

draped

I'm loving the Robert Morris homage of this wrap by Primoeza.

(Found via Ermie's lovely tumblr.)

Helen Mirra

geography, chronologies, source material, scraps of each

here

Anne Chu

parts of a whole

here

Louise Kruger

akimbo

Ian McDonald

here

Robin Hill

here