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East Hollywood Car Park, Photo by George Byrne, 2016
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George Byrne   Post Truth
Ed. Stephanie Emerson, graphic design by Michael Worthington, text(s) by George Byrne, Ian Volner
Hatje Cantz,Berlin 2022. 144 pp., 68 ills.,Hardcover, 24.70 x 29.80 cm, English, ISBN 978-3-7757-5253-4
euro 69,00
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Abstract Architecture in Pastel
Turning what architect Rem Koolhaas famously referred to as “junkspace”—the spatial flotsam of the Anthropocene—into candy-coloured dreamscapes, George Byrne depicts the gritty urbanism of Los Angeles in sublime otherworldliness. Arriving a decade ago, the Australian artist was immediately enthralled by the sprawling cityscape, mesmerized by the way the sunlight transformed it into two-dimensional, almost painterly abstractions, underpinned by a distinctive pastel color palette. Extending his practice beyond the confines of the lens by extracting elements from various images, his series Post Truth dwells in the liminal space between the real and the imagined. Reassembling the urban landscape into striking collages, Byrne creates postmodernist oases in the metropolis that masterfully harness the malleability of the photographic medium. His compositions evoke associations with the Memphis Group’s designs, as well as the work of David Hockney or Ed Ruscha, while tapping into the specific aesthetics of today’s visual culture as played out on Instagram. Filled with a sense of suspended reality, they never fail to convey a feeling of joy.
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patwrites · 10 months
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Congratulations to Rose and George on their nuptials!!
Now there are two Rose Byrnes
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Virgil, Photo by George Byrne, 2016
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verdant-green-games · 2 years
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Angelman: Chapter One
    The first thing George Byrne noticed upon being released from state prison was how crisp the night air was when you weren’t locked behind several feet of cinderblock. It was lovely, almost autumnal; the seasons were beginning to change, and George hadn’t experienced such fresh air in a long time.
    The second thing George Byrne noticed upon being released from state prison was the guy dressed in white tights and a cape standing at the gate. It’s a wonder George hadn’t noticed him earlier; he was a little hard to miss.
    George pointed at the guy and turned to the guard escorting him from the prison. “Who’s that?”
    “He’s volunteered to be your ride. Big, important superhero. Works for the city.”
    “Superhero?!”
    “Yeah, superhero.” The guard eyed him. “Do you seriously not know what a superhero is?”
    George shook his head. “I read comics as a kid. Man, I’ve missed a lot, huh?”
    “Yeah, well, that’s what thirty years in the big house will do to ya.” The guard unlocked George’s handcuffs. “You’re free to go.”
    George rubbed his wrists. “With him?”
    “If you’d like. If not, it's a long walk back to Tomorrow City.”
    George turned back to the guy in the cape, who waved back at him. George sighed. “Fine, alright.” He walked up to the guy, getting a good look at him. He was wearing a full mask around his head, with only his mouth and chin poking out. A golden loop rested around the back of his head like a halo, and the entire costume he was wearing was decked out in white and gold. This guy looks like an idiot, George thought.
    The idiot smiled a big grin at George. “Hey George,” he said, “I’m Angelman.” He held out a hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
    George tentatively took the hand and shook it. “Alright. You’re my ride?”
    “Sure am. Let me go get my car.”
    The two walked out to the parking lot and George immediately made an educated guess which car was Angelman’s: it was probably the one twice the size of a regular vehicle and painted a stark white-and-gold color scheme. “That's your car?” George asked politely.
    “Nah, actually I drive that Corolla over there.” The hero looked back at George and winked. “Kidding. Yeah, that’s my car.”
    The hero fiddled with something in his hands. The doors to the car unlocked with a chirp, startling George. “How’d you do that?” he asked.
    The hero jingled something on a keychain. “Key fob.”
    “A what?”
    The hero laughed. “Man, you’ve been out of the loop for a while, huh? C’mon, I’ll take you to your new place.”
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    The two of them drove quietly for a bit. “So, how’re you liking the drive?” asked Angelman politely.
    “It’s a little stuffy.”
    “You can lower the window, if you’d like.”
    George examined the side of the door. “Where’s the crank?”
    “Oh, right.” Angelman pressed a button and the passenger window slowly lowered. George looked out at the outline of Tomorrow City in the distance, seeing the glimmer of lights from the windows, and swooshes of color around the buildings as the distant silhouettes of caped people danced across the walls.
    “So…,” he began to ask, gesturing at the display, “superheroes?”
    “Oh, yeah, the whole costume thing, huh?” Angelman laughed. “Yeah, we’ve been around for… gosh, like twenty years, now? It was a whole thing when it happened. I’m surprised you hadn’t heard about it.”
    “Yeah, well, I didn’t get out much,” George said drily.
    “Touche. Anyway, yeah, loads of us are around now. Some have powers, some don’t.” Angelman looked over at George and smiled. “I don’t. Unless you count my magnetic personality!” He laughed nervously. George didn’t react.
    “Anyway,” said Angelman, ignoring the lack of reaction, “I’m taking you to a halfway house just outside the city limits. You should be able to get your life together from there.”
    “Why me?”
    “Why not?” asked Angelman. “You deserve a second chance just like anybody else.”
    Before George could protest, the car screeched to a halt. “Well, we’re here,” Angelman announced.
    George stepped out of the car. Angelman didn’t follow. “You’d better do this on your own,” the hero apologized. “I have faith in you!”
    The car drove away, and George made his way inside the house. After a quick meetup with the owner and a brief tour of the house, George was given a room and a bed.
    “Sleep well, George,” the proprietor said.
    “Thank you, ma’am.” As the door closed, George tried to sleep. Just like every night, however, his mind was wracked with fearsome imagery - three gunshots, a scream, a child with piercing gray eyes, falling… George snapped awake and sighed. It was going to be a long night.
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Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)
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