Tarinan von Anhalt practices what is called “jet art,” flinging paint into the vortex of hurricane-force winds generated by the engines of airplanes, splattering onto blank canvasses that are eventually worth thousands a pop. An idea invented by her late husband, Jurgen, on a tarmac in Dallas in the 1980s, his wife later expanded the medium to include fashion accessories. Earlier this month, she showed off the technique as part of an event in Florida, above, marking the 50th anniversary of the Learjet. (Later this year, she’ll be interacting with the famous Boeing 707 that belongs to actor John Travolta.)
An article in the Palm Beach Post posed the conundrum of just who the creator really is here: “If art is the expression of the artist,” wrote Carlos Frias,” then whose emotion is landing in [the] purple and blue and yellow and red splashes and speckles?”
Good question. Who gets the credit for these colorful (and not especially terrible) examples of faux expressionism? Is it the facilitator (von Anhalt)? The machine (i.e., the jet)? Or even the pilot (who sets things into motion in the first place)?
All of the above, combined in the combustion of a moment. Art or not? That’s debatable.
(Photo: Thomas Cordy / The Palm Beach Post)