Date of Award
Spring 5-2014
Degree Name
Master of Fine Arts (MFA) in Visual Art
Degree Type
Thesis
Abstract
Works and writings from various fields will be discussed throughout the following thesis, including those from contemporary art, anthropology, ethnology and literary theory. Particular attention will be paid to my studio practice as well as the work of artists: Amy Sillman, Eva Hesse, Richard Tuttle, Jackson Pollock, Donald Judd, Mary Heilmann, Haim Steinbach, Mike Kelley and Marcel Duchamp. Other important materials and texts that will be used to support my argument include: the 2007 group exhibition “Unmonumental: The Object in the 21st Century” at the New Museum of Contemporary Art, poet and art critic Raphael Rubenstein’s essay, “Provisional Painting,” anthropologist and ethnologist Claude Lévi-Strauss’s concept of “bricolage,” writer and critic Nicolas Bourriaud’s book, The Radicant, literary theorist Victor Shklovsky’s notion of “defamiliarization,” and the music of country singer/songwriter Roger Miller.
Language
English (en)
Program Director
Patricia Olynyk
Program Director's Department
Graduate School of Art
Committee Member
John Sarra
Committee Member
John Sarra
Committee Member
Monika Weiss
Committee Member
John Early
Recommended Citation
Stumeier, Daniel, "YOU CAN'T ROLLER SKATE IN A BUFFALO HERD" (2014). Graduate School of Art Theses. ETD 3. https://doi.org/10.7936/K7B8562C.
https://openscholarship.wustl.edu/samfox_art_etds/3
Artist's Statement
Tried To Be Everything
In the beginning, nights
wanted to know what
under-thinking could do.
Told to play words
somehow for thoughts,
then summer and the
nights’ mind got restless.
Tried to be everything.
Now, let that open dart
reveal what could read
and still be read. Look –
fall in satisfied.
And if by now not
everything taken is wanted,
everything will see what
can’t be said.
Crazy Little Telephone
In the end, time
barely hangs
invented by everybody.
Get comfort
from fire and honey,
crazy little telephone.
Room to Breathe
Every time light knew wrong,
questions grew cold, an ear
felt the leaves start, and
the promise of love
was wanted. Staring eyes –
almost anything was more.
Permanent URL: https://doi.org/10.7936/K7B8562C