Tom Colbie reimagines reality with his Shots from a Parallel Dimension. His astronauts are cast in a uniform color tone. His frames are granulated; its noise separating the viewer from the subject. They are familiar, some standing on the shoulders of great works of the past (ie. da Vinci’s The Lady with an Ermine and David’s The Death of Marat), while others appear appear to come straight from a lucid dream.
Final Frontier Design (FFD) is artist and designer Ted Southern – a costume engineer for such Broadway productions as The Little Mermaid, Equus, and other productions – and Nikolay Moiseev – who worked for the Russian Federal Space Agency and its prime space suit contractor for nearly two decades. The duo met at a 2007 NASA Completion where they worked together to design a new spacesuit glove. The pair now finds residence in Brooklyn designing spacesuits that look a mixture between a scarecrow and a lobster.
Current suits made by NASA and other space industries can cost into the millions of dollar, so a more accessible and inexpensive suit is in high demand. The duo is currently raising money on Kickstarter to develop the “FFD Third Generation (#G) Suit”.
At FFD, we are working together to bring our vision of a lightweight, inexpensive, and highly functional space suit to the new space industry. Our Kickstarter goal, the FFD Third Generation (3G) Suit, will be built to conform to the standards of NASA flight certification to the best of our ability, and will feature upgrades to our 2011 Second Generation (2G) Suit (pictured with Nik), including a higher operating pressure, a carbon fiber waist ring, a retractable helmet, and improved gloves and glove disconnects. Our plan is to complete construction of this 3G Suit before 2013.
Technology connects us more than ever. Your friend’s status updates notify you where they are nearby or gives you a slight peep into their separate, parallel lives. Technological advances are also isolating, as they do not demand interactions with others, but give you the appearance of such.
Andrew Rice’s astronaut lithographs are dark. As he puts it, they are are displayed in “layers upon layers of entrapment… [in a] state, where we cannot access the world and the world cannot access us.” His suits are beautifully detailed and intricate but yet timeless in the manner that the surroundings are devoid of time or place – just a grey wash that showcases its figure as active in a pursuit of survival in the modern age. They are isolated in the urban wasteland and cloaked in a gown of supreme technological advancement.
How bizarre it is to see astronauts in extreme situations while safe on earth. The above depictions of space suit tests (noise, cold and heat respectively) were included in Werner Büdeler’s Projekt Apollo – Das Abanteuer der Mondlandung (Bertelsmann Sachbuchverlag, 1969). Projekt Apollo recounts the complete story of the Apollo missions and is stuffed with illustrations andphotographs. Büdeler was a German aerospace journalist and nonfiction writer. In 1970, he was awards the Jules-Verne medal for aerospace journalism. These look like they could be inserts into a Jules Verne science fiction narrative of brave explorers gearing up for the next beautifully bizarre mission, rather than the work of non-fiction.
I recently ran across these charming photographs of Mercury Astronaut Scott Carpenter and his beautiful American family that were published in Life magazine in 1962. I was particularly keen on the second photograph of little Candy Carpenter, with her Prince Valiant haircut, as she spoke with her father in the capsule after he successfully landed. Candy’s eyes are so focused and full of life.
The eyes in Gregory Manchess’ portrait of Scott Carpenter are almost identical. The bright reflections bouncing off his helmet can’t obscure those same focused eyes. In his artist statement, Manchess reflects, “As a kid, I was always looking skyward, staring out into interstellar space from behind the atmospheric face mask of Earth. I feel a kinship with these explorers. Perhaps it’s the promise of all that discovery.” A kinship that is also seen in the eyes of Candy Carpenter.
Emerging from a void, Andrew G. Hobbs‘ hallowed portrait of an astronaut is striking. Looking over the many space suits that we have put up here over time, most are the Luke Skywalker types in their white, pillowy Apollo suits that embody the epitome of the hero archetype – full of wholesome goodness and hope. Hobbs’ astronaut falls on the dark side. The helmet frames no visible human inside as the suit weighs heavy on the shoulders of a form that it may house. The multitude of fabric, buckles, hoses and claps that decorate the suit are suitably highlighted in his grey scale portrait against the dark emptiness of space.
There is something about astronauts rendered in oil paint that really gets me going. Oil portraiture obviously has a long rich lineage; it is almost fitting to see the space faring explorers immortally captured in oil like the heroes and royalty of times past. Jonathan Wateridge’s Group Series No.2 – Space Program (2008) captures the pride, reservation and uneasiness that must have too been seen in the eyes of those venturing out in wooden ships to chart the unknown world. Group Series No. 2 was shown at the Saatchi Gallery, Wateridge’s dossier includes, “Astronauts have an almost symbolic status. They operate on the frontier of an effort to understand the unknown. They appeal to a child-like sense of awe and adventure yet are the ultimate display of a culture’s economic power and political ideology.”
I have a deep affinity for airports. I grew up in San Diego, flying out of Lindbergh Field where the Lucky Lindy aviator has a massive mural dedicated to his honor. If you’re lucky enough to claim your bags from Terminal Two, you’ll find a lifesize model of The Spirit of Saint Louis hovering above. The small single runway airport in Northern Michigan that I would fly into every summer, has Aviator Snoopy ceiling fans whose propellers keep summer travelers safe from the squelching heat. I dropped off a friend last night at SFO wearing a full suit (his theory that it would wrinkle less if worn, rather than stored). And he did look quite sharp next to the slew of passengers arriving in pajama bottoms and hoodies. I know the golden age of commercial airfare is long over, but I cherish that many terminals and airports continue to glorify airtravel of times past.
The above mosaic can be found in the single terminal at Ulan-Ude Airport in Eastern Siberia. A fearless red suited cosmonaut greets travelers as they touch down. Maybe I am too much of an idealist, but nothing compares to feeling like you just participated in a great legacy of human accomplishment.
I found these really incredible space suit motion tests through the Flickr of the San Diego Air & Space Museum, which is a veritable trove of space goodies. I’m not entirely sure what the back story is on these but it would seem to me that they were testing the mobility of the suits, making sure the people who wore them could move adequately to do their jobs (aka play golf on the moon). I doubt these images were never meant to be seen as “artsy”, but I can’t help but think of how cool they look.
Dear San Diego Air & Space Museum, if you own the rights to these photos you should blow them up to a giant size and sell them as art prints, make your fine organization a little money!
The Dachstein Mars Simulation LiveBlog has shared some pictures this week of the testing of experimental spacesuits and instrumentation systems that could one day be used on Mars, which may remind you of the Austrian Airspace Forum Institute suits that we posted earlier this year. Mars suits have been designed to withstand extreme temperatures, which they test in ice caves that “would be a natural refuge for any microbes on Mars seeking steady temperatures and protection from damaging cosmic rays,” as Stuff Magazine explains.
These suits realized in silver remind me strongly of the Mercury 7 Astronauts who used fighter pilot suits sprayed silver to distinguish themselves from their former wearers. As the Mercury suits were a visible departure from the dare devils of the sky that preceded them, these silver suits lack the huggable pillowly essence of the Shuttle era stark white suits. One small step for manned space exploration couture…
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