It’s pretty rare something comes across my desk that I just love to pieces. Usually if I love something to pieces, I will specifically ask to write about it. But hey, I don’t know about everything in the world, and when something shows up that I’ve never heard of but come to adore, it’s a pretty great feeling.
Such was the case with Billygoat. I consider myself lucky to have found out about this group and gotten a chance to interview them. The work they’re doing is astounding, and, to my mind, unlike anything else out there.
The duo makes stop motion animated art films and then scores them. But that description doesn’t do it justice. You have to see for yourself.
Your films are incredible detailed. How long does it take to make one?
Only 1-2 minutes of footage is created each month because stop-motion photography is so extremely tedious. It’s the prepping that really takes quite a bit of time and what we are doing behind the scenes that consumes equal if not more time than actually shooting photos. If you’re hasty with this process the results can weaken. It does take about 12-16 months to complete an animation.
Can you describe the process you go through to make each film?
Our process involves shooting in a room and recording images that inspire us. The set dictates where subjects are going to be placed as it morphs over time. It’s a lot like the game MouseTrap, in that everything is cause and effect. We rarely script and our ideas can completely change overnight sending the animation down a completely unpredictable avenue.
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My previous post (the title of which is totally what I’m naming my Atlanta memoirs, btw) got me thinking about urban art projects and city ephemera. Luckily, I live in a neighborhood in Philly with scores of both.
When I first moved here, in the midst of the hottest August ever, my favorite thing in Fishtown was the summertime mural under the 95 overpass. The celebration of “Vacation” and “Chillin’” seems a little silly now that the air has gotten crisp, but when the temperatures were pushing 100 degrees everyday, the shade and the bright colors under that overpass really made the difference.
I was really hoping the mural would be a seasonal exhibit kind of thing, but who knows? We may still be looking at “Summertime” all winter long.
And for photos of my other favorite Philly mural project, check out A Love Letter For You. I used to see these everyday as I rode the MFL out to 69th Street, and I miss them now that I’ve given up on the environment and started driving.
I have a tight 2-year schedule in which to fit in all my Philly culture before moving on to the next grueling step of my education. It’s my goal to hit all the major things I possibly can. Being that I’m probably the biggest museum nerd around, the Philadelphia Museum of Art had to be one of the first things on my list.
It would’ve been so easy to be let down. Just the weekend before, I had hiked about 10 miles around the Met with bff Justin. It’s hard to compare anything to that, but the PMA held its own quite nicely. The outside is, of course, epically gorgeous (and host to like 10 couples taking wedding photos at a time). The inside is impressively large, and, though not tremendously well-laid out, still a lot of fun to wander through.
From Jasper Johns' American flag series
My museum style is casually haphazard at best — I didn’t know till I stumbled upon it that the PMA has one of Van Gogh’s sunflowers. I wouldn’t say they hold many other truly iconic works, but many of my favorite artists do grace the walls, from di Chirico to Jasper Johns. The only real let down were the strangely dark and boring Manets (nothing like my all-time favorites, Le Bar aux Folies-Bergère and Olympia), especially since they had no explanatory text to help me situate them within his career.
For being a pay-what-you-can first Sunday, the museum was wonderfully uncrowded, and there was much more to see than could fit into 1 day. I’m not sure it’s worth a membership, but a monthly-or-so first Sunday visit could definitely figure into my future.
Bonus Philly experience: afterward, we headed down to Reading Terminal Market, where I was introduced to the joys of DiNic’s. I wish I had reason to stop by more often, because there are several more restaurants and vendors I want to check out. (No way am I missing the upcoming Harvest Festival, though.) Extra bonus points for a truly hideous piece of “art” found on the street during our walk. It’s like the 80s threw up Pepto and pearls all over some kid’s woodshop experiment. I wish more things like this awaited me every time I left the house.
Atlanta isn’t usually known around the country for its art galleries. Theater and fine dining we’ve got covered, but art tends to get left out of the talk about us in other towns. But ATLart, this year’s citywide annual event presented by the Atlanta Gallery Association, is working to change that.
The centerpiece of the three-week celebration is ARThouse, a museum-style exhibition showcasing many of Atlanta’s art galleries. The house where it’s being held is a work of art itself: 541 West Paces Ferry, otherwise known as the Pink Palace, an Italian Baroque-style home not far from the Governor’s mansion, is 16,000 square feet of luxury. From the 18th century English tapestry to the exposed brick work and original incinerator fixtures of the expansive basement, just touring the house would be worth the admission price.
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