David Tully Visual Artist | Contemporary Art

oligarchy moves indoors

inauguration 2025

The House Boat

the video is on instagram

an abstract fragment of something

the video is on instagram

Midnight at the Met

wallpaper

BUY ME A COFFEE

"where have you been"

GET ON IT

speculative non fiction

Last Nights Generative Dream

The Yellow House

Bruegels Mouse

"I Love You"

Diorama Night Drama

"This is my favorite"

Robotic Night Sculpts

The Birds Nest

I think the long arc of human history was like our childhood. We were playful, cruel, innocent and we believed in magic. Now, as we move into adolescence we're starting to understand and recognize our actions. The consequences. Like the deep pain we caused the natural world. Its fragility that we hold in our hands. The Birds Nest. A site-specific art installation by Artist David Tully. In association with the OPW / Heritage Ireland. Open during park hours. October 17th to January 2025. There is a small catch though! You'll have to find it.

https://maps.app.goo.gl/eL63TpJz8jPZWC5D9

https://heritageireland.ie/whats-on/the-birds-nest-by-david-tully/

The West

I was over in my friends place in the West "what's with all those dogs barking" I asked, sounded like hundreds howling, chaotic and confined, upsetting the peaceful beautiful countryside.

"oh they're greyhounds. A guy rented a field off Ger and has started to breed them". I sighed "Jesus do you have to listen to that day and night". Nigel didn't answer. Dumb question.

A few months later when I returned. I heard the greyhound breeder had just killed himself. All was quiet. Down the village we learned. He'd a wife and young kids. They were separated. He was a gambler. He was rich at one point. And finally, that he was a nice man.

I knew that barking wasn't right, realizing their pain was really his.

Dog Hospital

SELF IMMOLATION

TV CITY

east town favelas

morning coffee

Morning Coffee
on the Ferry.
I hit the display button
machine dispensed
went to the girl.

"What is it?"
"Americano" me
"€4.25 please"

I hand her twenty
"Oh cash"

She then takes out a large calculator.
Subtracts 4.25 from 20.

"€15.75"
"Your change"

I took my change, smiled,
thanked her, thought
Jesus fucking Christ
what has technology done
to our brains.

A minute later, at the table,
staring out at the dreamy sea
it didn't matter.

"God, I need a break"

"I'm so tired"

"Is this a dream?"

Sun Songs

More sweetness, but this made think of something

"Pain" as in emotion, love, loss, grief, trauma, anger, anxiety. "don't drink" : as in any self-medication. "Rocks" : as medication, trapped weight/pain, pulling you down.

Race One Magazine, San Francisco. Limited circulation.

Rarely do art for other people. But this was a nice exercise.

5 mile Beach

Something sweet from a sweet day. The boy, the Bear, and Stray Cat x.

untitled

Cottagecore

Prompt : Double exposure, Skinny Gynoid girl, Cottagecore, Ex-machina, Sequential.

Under Relic

Under developed. Not sure. Definitely something in it to explore.

THE STREET ZOO

Street Zoo's were very popular during the 19th Century

THE STREET ZOO

The last street Zoo in New York City.

TEMPS

"When you travel from place to place, you notice difference. When you stay in one place, you notice change" Andy Goldsworthy

untitled

Soubrette

La Serpent, France

--sref accidents

East Congo River Basin. Midtown Manhattan.

Perplexity "As a ceramic sculpture, show me what concentrated power looks like, down thru the ages"

Desert Diffusion

"A desert is a place without expectation"

Ambiguous Machines

Down on South Street

The Trinidad Toad Festival

The Ceremony

French New Wave Generative

Wakefield Manor

Existential Treatment

Suffering from Existential Anxiety in the 19th century. You could rent a private room at Wakefield Manor. Then sit comfortably and stare out the window. The Giraffe wandering around the grounds was said to have been a very necessary part of the treatment.

1524

Generative 2024 via 1524

1524

Generative 2024 via 1524

Van Gogh

A small sign outside a museum

As an image this means nothing. As an action, in reality, walking past, a quirky surprise. The cardboard sign outside the museum is the reality where art comes from. Humility, neglect, suffering, poverty, resourcefulness and vision. All important necessary ingredients. "Poverty" one of the only defining traits or tests of being honestly refered to as an Artist. Because you're either actually talented or completely delusional to walk thru this fire. With thanks to David McDermott my special assistant.

15th Century Mask collection

Every mask Hieronymus Bosch ever made.

Zen Botany in the uncanny Valley

Zen Botany in the uncanny Valley

Arles

a morning message

To shiri

Morning message

Reading the letters this morning. From the hospital in Arles. And was thinking how he was motivated to get better. The hospital was nice in Arles. Relaxing. Peaceful. But I was thinking how we're influenced by our immediate surroundings. So he would have seen people worse off than himself. Hence be motivated not to end up like that. Plus his striving ambition kept him alive. Things he still wanted to do, stopped suicide.

But my main thoughts are, why didn’t he paint anyone in the hospital. Patients. Like my favourite painting of all time. See the attachment. By Jean Geoffrey. I can understand his whole being is about recovery. Getting back to his life. But…. It’s almost always the case….that we don’t see what’s right in front of us.

It’s like that movie David was in. About an Artist on the lower east side. Forgotten his name. But he had his studio. Put on shows. His work was figurative. Nothing of any note to me. He had a burning ambition for uptown fame. That’s fine. But here’s the thing. That even the movie directors didn’t see. Footage from his apartment. Out the window. Down below. You could see a men's shelter. It’s right in front of him. If he was any good. He'd see it. And paint the lives of all these people.

Today that's called “Soft White Underbelly”. One of the best channels on youtube.