Saturday, December 24, 2011
A study
Monday, December 19, 2011
Website Under Construction
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
More Flying Flyers
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Foundation flyers
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Work for a flyer
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Just a letter
An Open Letter to Marv Films:
In your 2009 film Harry Brown, there is a startling parallel to the staged riot in estate and the actual riots that have rocked the cities of London, Birmingham, Liverpool, Nottingham, Bristol, Medway and Leicester. Whenever I think about the footage that was captured I can't help but recall one of Michael Caine's best lines in the film: "...to them out there, this is just entertainment." I understand that being an outsider looking, I will not totally get what and how it happened. Still, after everything I've seen, I think your work of fiction contains more fact than any other film. Somehow you've managed to capture such a realistic state of anarchy. I commend you for frightening and educating me. I hope that in future you continue to show all of humanity's colors, even those we would rather not see.
Sincerely
-Ari Brown
Friday, August 5, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
WORKWORKWORK
Monday, July 4, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
New Website Trinkets!
And for everyone else (including the email people). Check out www.aribrown.net for new work and new galleries.
New Work
This is Police Officer Dick Hammond.
He's been down in the dumps for the last few years because every time he takes the detective's exam he fails quite miserably. So he's been walking the same beat for close to 15 years and it's time to change. One day, while responding to a noise complaint coming from an old church, Dick comes to know that the noise is coming from behind a door, an impossibly old one (older than the church he's standing in). That's when his life is changed forever...
This is Zardoz
Born in the mid 1600s he has lived his life in many forms and many places. When he and his kind were forced from England and sought refuge among the English colonists coming to the new world. He lives in the space between spaces, the time inside a second or a blink and observes through his many windows. Until one day, someone barges into his house. Reasonably he's thinking "How did that happen?"