Hello Hello Johnson‘s narcissis, here‘s your moon rising over that yellow thin line of a place not l...

Rindon Johnson

Hello Hello Johnson‘s narcissis, here‘s your moon rising over that yellow thin line of a place not like in the ocean, those cliffs, opening if anything, Who know’s if they’re hurt? Hello Hello, Eden‘s in the sea and you‘re in hell, you then us, hello, hello, When it’s day and I see the moon in the sky does the moon go away before it is night or does the moon also stay? Hello Hello, mesh wire keeps chicks inside, Hello, Hello, The wide road shimmered in the hot sun, Hello Hello, This is what you get when you lay a circle out in triangles or maybe hop over the fence and plunge in, Hello Hello Hello Hello, a giant sees nothing in the mirror, Hello, Hello, can some one get me out of here. Hello hello the sun is the sky, 202252 x 83.5cmSign in to view price
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leather, wax, vaseline, oil-based varnish, house paintFrançois Ghebaly
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The painting features a striking abstract composition with contrasting colors and textures. Bold brushstrokes of red and grey create a dynamic, expressive background, while a small figure in a red cape stands out against the abstract landscape. The artist has employed a mix of representational and experimental techniques, blending figurative elements with abstract expressionist brushwork. This visually arresting piece likely explores themes of the human experience in relation to the natural world, reflecting the artist's unique perspective and personal style. ...

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Rindon Johnson
Artist
Rindon Johnson
B.1990, American

Rindon Johnson works across numerous modes, from virtual reality and sculpture to poetry and art criticism. Questions of embodiment and technology weave throughout his work: How do we employ digital space, and how are we employed by it? How much is history a virtual construct? What does skin remember? Johnson’s materials are carefully considered, building on the notion of the by-product and calling on histories of colonial exploitation and slavery. Using dynamic processes like aging, staining, and exposure to the elements, he encodes time and place as both materials and collaborators. With a candid, sharp-edged humor, Johnson’s practice balances playful experimentation with a stark examination of intimacy, violence, and the future of historical legacy. ...

Rindon Johnson: Artworks
Sweet words work better than fierce. The duke left the park in a silver coach. Greet the new guests and leave quickly. When the frost has come it is time for turkey. A thin stripe runs down the middle. A six comes up more often than a ten. Lush fern grow on the lofty rocks
Rindon Johnson
Sweet words work better than fierce. The duke left the park in a silver coach. Greet the new guests and leave quickly. When the frost has come it is time for turkey. A thin stripe runs down the middle. A six comes up more often than a ten. Lush fern grow on the lofty rocks, 2022
139.7 x 297.2cm
Hello Hello Johnson‘s narcissis, here‘s your moon rising over that yellow thin line of a place not like in the ocean, those cliffs, opening if anything, Who know’s if they’re hurt? Hello Hello, Eden‘s in the sea and you‘re in hell, you then us, hello, hello, When it’s day and I see the moon in the sky does the moon go away before it is night or does the moon also stay? Hello Hello, mesh wire keeps chicks inside, Hello, Hello, The wide road shimmered in the hot sun, Hello Hello, This is what you get when you lay a circle out in triangles or maybe hop over the fence and plunge in, Hello Hello Hello Hello, a giant sees nothing in the mirror, Hello, Hello, can some one get me out of here. Hello hello the sun is the sky
Rindon Johnson
Hello Hello Johnson‘s narcissis, here‘s your moon rising over that yellow thin line of a place not like in the ocean, those cliffs, opening if anything, Who know’s if they’re hurt? Hello Hello, Eden‘s in the sea and you‘re in hell, you then us, hello, hello, When it’s day and I see the moon in the sky does the moon go away before it is night or does the moon also stay? Hello Hello, mesh wire keeps chicks inside, Hello, Hello, The wide road shimmered in the hot sun, Hello Hello, This is what you get when you lay a circle out in triangles or maybe hop over the fence and plunge in, Hello Hello Hello Hello, a giant sees nothing in the mirror, Hello, Hello, can some one get me out of here. Hello hello the sun is the sky, 2022
52 x 83.5cm
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn
Rindon Johnson
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn, 2022
157 x 127cm
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn
Rindon Johnson
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn, 2022
157.5 x 127cm
The grass and bushes were wet with dew. The man counted his old coins. A severe storm tore down the barn. She called his name many times. When you hear the bell, come quickly
Rindon Johnson
The grass and bushes were wet with dew. The man counted his old coins. A severe storm tore down the barn. She called his name many times. When you hear the bell, come quickly, 2022
110 x 150cm
Having come from above wrapped in a purple cloak, shallow fiber, pain and sleep
Rindon Johnson
Having come from above wrapped in a purple cloak, shallow fiber, pain and sleep, 2022
117 x 137cm
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn
Rindon Johnson
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn, 2022
157.5 x 127cm
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn
Rindon Johnson
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn, 2022
157.5 x 127cm
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn
Rindon Johnson
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn, 2022
157.5 x 127cm
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn
Rindon Johnson
An island is all surrounded by water In the morning foreboding Quickly solved by dripping A shower, you know A slow crawl to the park Wait first meat A coffee A hill A roundabout A breeze on the lake A larking body of water, once screaming once babbling, once running A sleeping family A white child with A water gun A tall tree A tunneling A horn Another A too small blanket, you in my mind and next to me A wind in my ears, my basement look what I found, leave the lights on A sigh A tie on a rooftop A still flooding Another horn All in the flight path An immovable object A clapping of leaves A certainty, it is seven feet deep One boy watches the other A horn, 2022
157.5 x 127cm
We talked of the slide show in the circus. Use a pencil to write the first draft. He ran half way to the hardware store. The clock struck to mark the third period. A small creek cut across the field. Cars and busses stalled in snow drifts. Not clumping. The set of china hit, the floor with a crash. This is a grand season for hikes on the road. The dune rose from the edge of the water. Those words were the cue for the actor to leave.
Rindon Johnson
We talked of the slide show in the circus. Use a pencil to write the first draft. He ran half way to the hardware store. The clock struck to mark the third period. A small creek cut across the field. Cars and busses stalled in snow drifts. Not clumping. The set of china hit, the floor with a crash. This is a grand season for hikes on the road. The dune rose from the edge of the water. Those words were the cue for the actor to leave., 2022
141 x 116cm
I am wearing pants today
Rindon Johnson
I am wearing pants today, 2022
64 x 76.5cm
Sparrow sings new song
Rindon Johnson
Sparrow sings new song, 2021
20 x 23cm
François Ghebaly
Gallery
François Ghebaly
Los Angeles, New York City

Since 2009, François Ghebaly has presented an innovative, eclectic program of Los Angeles-based and international artists. With a history of identifying and championing diverse voices and emerging talent, the gallery’s roster has grown to include 27 artists and 2 artist estates, ranging from early career, such as Sharif Farrag and Ludovic Nkoth, to mid-career, like Christine Sun Kim, Meriem Bennani, Kelly Akashi, Farah Al Qasimi, and Genesis Belanger, to well established, including Sayre Gomez, Kathleen Ryan, Neïl Beloufa and Candice Lin as well as underground legends, like Patrick Jackson and Mike Kuchar. The gallery advances the reach of its artists’ visions by publishing exhibition catalogues and producing artist editions. Located since 2013 in a 12,000 square foot warehouse space in Downtown Los Angeles, the gallery is a mainstay of the burgeoning Arts District community, and recently expanded to New York's Lower East Side. François Ghebaly’s program demonstrates a commitment to challenging work across all media and to fostering the progressive, boundary-pushing practices of its artists. ...

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