Sunday, April 25, 2010

Artist # 23 Pepon Osorio

I was introduced to Pepon Osorio by the film we watched in class. In the film it showed him working on a few different rooms. He said he needs to provide a space that's overpowering and that's exactly what his rooms are. He finds artifacts and borrows artifacts from others to tell their story, or a story. He decorates and fills rooms with these artifacts and makes them overwhelming when viewing them.





Osorio usually mixes multimedia in with his pieces. He had an experience as a young boy in the barber shop and so he based one of his rooms on that. I think if I remember right he cried and had a terrible time, but the whole time he was being told not to cry. So within his "barber shop" room there are televisions showing a person crying.

In another piece that was in a museum, he had an empty cell. There was the bed, and a few things. There was a big screen next to the cell displaying just a boy, as if in an interview, telling his dad how he felt about him being in jail. It seemed like a very intimate issue and it was being projected next to the cell. I think there was also a room, of a home next to it. In fact, the picture above of the bedroom is the son's bedroom. It's very detailed and packed full of things, just like a boys bedroom might be. On the wall is a projection of him talking. (I was confused how everything was laid out from the film).

Osorio works with sculpture too. I thought I would show this because it looks different than everything else i've seen from him. It's titled My Beating Heart. It's a sculpture covered in paper, but it's also a multimedia piece.-That's the part that's similar to the others.



Osorio recorded the sound of his heart beating and it projects out of the heart. It's like he's conveying his actual heart for art. Love is representative of the heart, and so he could be saying that, how much he loves art. It could be something completely different than that, but it's the first thing I think of when I see it.

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