Anymore, I'm more interested in anything I see by this artist that is NOT a silhouette. But I haven't seen the show at the Whitney. What do those who've seen it think?
there is a nice view of the installation on the whitney website, but i havent seen the show. Also long write-up and cover image in AiA's October issue.
most of the images to me seem to 'easy' that is, using stereotyped gut-reaction stuff to get a quick impact vs. more thoughtful and original images which might have more long term effects. but maybe actual effect is not what this artist is going for... see, the cartoony stuff makes me doubt its sincerity.
But, this one painting on the blog immediately made me think "Darfur", a current crisis which is overshadowed by all this pat 'antebellum South' sillouette stuff. (end of pointless rant)
Its weird because I havent been all gung ho to go to the whitnery. I guess cuz of the entry fee, having my pririties geared towards eating rather than culture - it really is the choice I make.
So that puts in high relief the subject matter. Like do you go to a movie you've seen before, even a remake, or do you take a gamble and see soemthing you havent seen?
In that way, because Kara walker's one theme, growing strange fruit, isinteresting, but at the same time, I am shallow, an seeing her work in a narrative vein, wonder what other stories she could tell. Not abandoning identity or racial identity but and yet telling another related story.
Is that fair to ask? Because I know people change, and so can I. But then would her fan base evapoate? Not to say she should eb able to resolve this unresolvable, but judging from the New Yorker cover she did, I think she could try to separate out strands and develop more involved specific narratives rather than staying in the cloud of generalized amorphous or mythical - and that such an oscilation between the mythical and specific (more specific I ean) would in fact highlight or clarify whatever it is in fact she thinks she's doing.
And I might feel more inclined to pay to see it, not that I matter in the bigger picture.
It occurs to me that this may be the case, and that in fact the show might be good for me to see. On the other hand I am loath to take the chance, based on past work and the aforementioned New Yorker cover with its formal flaws and non specific though topical ambiguity. Gericault's Raft of the Medusa for example, was very specific, and referencing it (without being it), though a time honored device, makes the Hurricaine Katrina reference (rooftops, black people) seem more like an view from inside the fish bowl rather than a personal work. In eeffect Kara is the institutional voice of the african american female, and this is persona she inhabits is antithetical to her idea of the mutable nature of the african identity, which she rejects yet uses, as a real player at the game of art, such as it is, and it is.
In the same way, this particular painting, probably most likely a slave in flight (what else?) is annoyingly topical (aren't we all?) and yet totally obtuse (What the fuck?) Which leads me to my final analysis that htis is a fucking funny painting. And it totally sucks. WHich leads me to re-evaluate the last image, which is that the heaviness (impasto/filled in) of the painting detracts from the humor - or in fact that it is not heavy enough (go big, go real heavy) and that formal qualities enhance my perception of intent and affirm my interpretation, we are all complicit, amen.
i always thought of the silouhettes as a formal device, essentially as throwaway as a third grade art project. The real work to me was the imagery itself, and that the silouhettes called attention to that like a stage hand who wears black, but nonetheless changes the scenery.
I'm not sure how the sketching functions except as a nod tot eh conventions of craft and the hand of the artist, with its sensitivity, pathos, empathy, contingency, and cultural or genetic memory, tremors, palsy and ultimate demise.
Its ultimately a sort of anachronism, and that;s what rules out 3d models, industrial process (laser etching/stenciling, cnc routing). I find that somewhat limiting although it does add to the brand (Martha Stewart doesn't do Chinese out of the box).
Because like all great artists, kara is heavily branded, it makes for an interesting dialectic as I say when she is also dealing with identity.
I seen it. Between the crowds and amount (many) of works on display, it was tough finding a viewing rythm, thus leaving me feeling a bit overwhelmed. Still worth checking out.
And a suggestion regarding museum addmission fees: if you are a frequent museum visitor, invest in an Association of American Museums membership. Its a flat yearly rate, and gets you (plus 1 guest) into any museum in this glorious nation of ours. We use our card all over town, except NYC MOMA, they dont accept it. We end up saving money in the end...
I think I saw this show when it was back in Paris.
I kind of adore Kara's silohettes. They are DEFINATELY a formal device, sure, but only one that enforces and adds to an already loopily complex subject matter. They are spatial and creepy and old fashioned and cute and she was the only person doing that sort of thing. Emphasis through elimanation.
That said, it can/could become a crutch? A trick? But I am not at all worried when I watch those unbelievable videos of hers. There she is taking her silouhettes to bigger and badder realms, and zip, she tells all sorts of stories in them.
@It isn't surprising that African americans across the country feel pain for the victims of this disasterWhen people feel pain, they want to find someone to blame. Trhere is no doubt that it adds to the challenge facing us. But the real story is going to be what it always is: )What is really being done about education? about jobs? About/]=$ housing?"
ok cool all kinds of stories. But I definitely think that if you are going to put the 2005 purchase of Ryan McGuiness prints in the MOMA coat check area (no shit) Then it is a fair comparison to the MOMA'S Kara Walker exhibit, which aren't really all that good (suck ass). Like Sigmar Polke is waaaaay better, but maybe its just that hes more ambiguous and I cannnnn't read the suckiness of them.
or maybe I have a tin ear. I'm totally down with that.
The upshot being I'm a culture whore.
The Giants won BTW. Great game. And I like the broncos because of my grandpa.
So I'm going to the Whitney to see why the MOMA doesn't have any good Kara Walker's. I am definately intrigued.
I'm getting a j-o-b just for the entry fee (though a museum membership is an interesting concept that I've entertained in the past).
worth mentioningagain here is the question of outsider and insider in ethnographic prictices. An insider's view. The magci word that bears within itself a seal of approval. What can be more authentically other than an otherness by the other, herself? Yet, every piece of the cake given by the master comes with a double/edged blade. The afrikanners are prompt in saying "you can take a black man from the bush, but you can't take the Bush from the Blac man."
Is it better to fill a need or manufacture a need and then fill it with what you manufacture? I don't want to paint what I dreamed up the night before.
Just take your best shot and don't blow it right? I mean you have to crawl before you can stumble, but do you have to stumble before sleep? but some people just walk and sleep, fuck the drama. Still it feels better to the puritan mind if you have to work for your ego.
I was thinking about life and its vicissitudes for some reason - catchy phrase.
... automatically, worn out by the gloomy day and by the perspective of a sad tomorrow, I put in my mouth a spoonful of tea in which I had softened a piece of the madeleine.... A delicious pleasure overtook me, isolated, disconnected from any idea about its cause. It immediately made life’s vicissitudes indifferent to me, life’s disasters became innocuous, its brevity illusory, in the same way that love operates, filling me with a precious essence: or, rather, this essence was not in me, it was me.
I always believed that "everyone is complicit" thing. My catholic guilt. But lately Ive been thinking it's just another piece of mind control. The only complicity they get from me is that which they steal.
Fulani told me that her grandfather refused to speak for 10 years. Or maybe he just couldnt. I said you must be proud that your people have survived such oppression thruout the tragic history and she said not really. All I know she said is, there is just so much pain.
There is just so much pain. How do you heal the pain?
the obvious answer is that it heightens the drama of the image - unlike the rockwell kent, who is on some kind of heroic kick. Another association I have is Lots wife being turned into a pillar of salt.
I'm sure this kind of historicism comforts the status quo, ensconced in wood paneled wonderkammerer or whatever. Flicker, brief candle!
I like Walker’s silhouettes but this stuff doesn’t quite get there for me. Is this one of those mid 90s early works? I couldn’t find it on the Whitney site (or was I in too much of a hüry?) Anyway the non-silhouette stuff just seems to underline what a killer app the silhouette is in the circumstances.
Seeing everything in black and white, keeping the details in the dark, cutting out the big picture, the history/sex/nursery/plantation/myth slavery for a pasting and a pin-up, the class project on guilt framed emancipation of the picture space for the white cube and the black figure ground down for the cotton pickin wool over the eyes of the public ennui number won, man baby.
I guess everyone gets it and gives it – unless your name is Epaminondas (http://www.sterlingtimes.org/epaminondas.htm)and you still can’t quite forgive it.
But it’s the elegance and the eloquence of the form that are hard to escape for the viewer; and I wonder if not a little for the artist as well by now? The recent collages and animations are nice footnotes but you sense she’s not really going to go too far with the animation thing, without getting into too much drama, and the contemporary collages could be anyone’s.
So silhouettes are hard to break away from, once broken into to, a tar baby for the gifted draughtsperson and I know she’s starting to combine them with projected and fuller backdrops and I’m wondering when she’ll let her impressive talent with line start to wander a little more into the dark, pick out more than edges and make way for more color.
Why is this woman carrying the baby with its head down?
Several explanations come to mind QQ:
1) It records some obscure episode from the literature, since lost.
2) She is trying out some new fangled sling for carrying the child, said to more efficiently distribute the weight across the shoulders, correctly deliver the child beneath the breasts. However an unforeseen drawback is that any sudden twist to the torso – such as casting dramatic looks behind – promptly deposits the child on the ground.
Our picture captures this exciting moment.
3) Yes it is not the way an infant is traditionally comforted! Boo hoo to you! But this is a new mother, determined to do things her own way, willing to flout convention in these things! Emancipation or what? We give her a C for creative and a week to fall in line.
4) Okay, she’s in a hüry, she’s on the run, it’s a wilderness that can smudge a gal’s hair! So she grabbed the heir wrong end up just this once. Everyone is allowed one mistake. And what with waste erupting both ends so frequently, who’s to say which will prove friendlier?
Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.
5) The child is of course feeding upon the mother’s right, unusually pendulous, breast. Even though discreetly veiled, the mother cannot help but nervously look around to see if anyone has noticed. The breast then swings unsupported, and the infant shows uncanny suppleness, not to say determination, in following it right under her arm.
she's out of her mind with fear, I believe is the implication (a mother tendst to look after a child over all else, unless its the master's child, then one might be ambivalent about it).
I;m starting to see the connection to the last painting after all.
and that was before I knew you could be racist about people other than african americans, or that african american's could hate the little brown people of the world.
I now know what bothers me generally about this work: I sense so much overpowering anger in these works, that I am afraid to directly address the race issues they refer to. I feel shut out of the conversation the artist pretends to engage in, since anything I have to say will be deemed from the "white male perspective" (as if that is one thing).
In this conversation, not just the race card, but all the cards are on one side of the table, and I just can't play. As with most message-based art, this comes at us with such a goddam heavy-handed rightousness that the viewer (this viewer at least) is only allowed to admire or pay homage to it, but not address its underlying concerns or artistic merits.
well kara walker has said she only loads the gun. So you can choose to ignore the chance to shoot yourself, I guess. But are we all complicit?
Tuh use duh cuh-loquial we's all in nit tu-get huh. Youse a racist no mattuh whut cullah yo skin is.
Shirley Jackson wrote a story "The Lottery" - first published in harper's magazine (which instantly conjures up the sort of 1800's nostalgia brand for me in a way - Mark Twain and all that- which Kara uses to sugar coat the pill (though I can tell you sucked on it too long, I know I have)
ALso there's a story by Ursula K Leguin about a Utopian society that exists at the price of having to live with a child being tortured perpetually in the basement somewhere.
Walk away from the waterboard.
I am that child, making folk art fuh thuh masses. Therefore, and thusly I identify with thuh uh undahpinnins uhf thuh ahg-u-ment.
when i fers saw dis i i ecenlrecenly rea americas oles living confererate///widow tells all-there is nothing like the burned lady,in that ol book-so ,with a couple of nine yr olds,it was cutting-nows it doesnt seem as it was
I don’t find Walker’s silhouette stuff all that angry actually. ‘Black humor’ springs to mind – predictably - but filtered through dated children’s illustration and comic strips it seems playful as much as provocative. A bit like say, Angela Carter’s Company of Wolves.
I get the sense she’s using race and slavery to talk about other things, history and myth and childhood superstition. I mean it’s definitely in the mix, but not, like full on ANGER!.
And the sexual stuff always looks like contemporary concerns projected onto black slave stereotypes, to me.
Maybe that’s why some older black artists object to it – because it’s not angry or direct enough – it gets too cute with history, when it should be tracking that stuff a lot further forward.
But I like the way it seeps into these other areas.
Black Legacy Images intent is to promote normally difficult dialog between races through sharing debasing images of America's history. In the course of this dialog, Black Legacy Images ultimate aspiration is to have all Americans embrace America's abhorrent history, which would allow America's entire history to be told.
sure let's not talk about the pain. and how it is passed from generation to generation.
i was going to say in my last post--before the earthquake rattled and i hit enter in case I had to run--my experience is that the pain does not go away. it is not healed. you just learn to live with it. so in these works. you can twist it and poke it and try to make it mean something else.
Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR.
a visitor here may ponder whether modern revolutionaries, in divesting themselves of traditional technique, purchased expressive freedom at the cost of soulful complexity.
my father fathered a black son.i did not visit him.when i wwas there.my son is a ...fan of all that is gangsta.or part of it.i cannot see making art of it.this is a difficult thing.show it once,ok show it over and over...can you get tough on a tough thing?soon enough,it has less resonance.dont touch it too much.
as far as this work oes,it is watery and certainly is not the ax that cracks the frozen sea inside us-(kafka to,not plagiarize)tho i'm sure all you folks already know
yea totally thats some waetry stuff ax it all ! So to all the people stealing beats (You're fakin the funk) To the crossover rapper with the pleats (You're fakin the funk) To all the chumps that's claiming the streets (You're fakin the funk) Fronting incredible feats (You're fakin the funk) To the girl acting like a prostitute (You're fakin the funk) Wearing that hooker type suit (You're fakin the funk) To the rapper with the big space suit (You're fakin the funk) To the artist that doesn't pay dues (You're fakin the funk)
what's this shit about fakin a funk? Crossover's just another border to cross. Funk's for all the planets man. Axes are for grindin and yo i'm sure all you folks already
I miss the warm embrace I felt First time you touched me Secure and safe in open arms I should have known youd crush me A snake you were when we met I loved you anyway Pulling out your poisoned fangs The venom never goes away Serpent swims free in my blood Dragons sleeping in my veins Jacky| speaking with tongue Roach egg laying in my brain Once stalked beneath your shadow Sleepwalking to the gallows Im the sun that beats your brow in Til I finally threw the towel Never knowing if Id wake up in a Whirlpool got redundant My brain was just some driftwood In a cesspool I became dead ]from a rock star to a desk fool Was my destiny someone said Loves a tidepool Taste the waters lifes abundant Taste me
Cant say whats on my mind Cant do what I really feel In this bed I made for me Is where I sleep,i really feel I warn you of the fate Proven true to late Your tongue twist perverse Come drink now of this curse And now I fill your brain I spin you round again My poison fills your head As I tuck you into bed You feel my fingertips You wont forget my lips Youll feel my cold breath Its the kiss of death
cinema 4d is for lightweights and pros with jobs in broadcast or some shit.
Now take that’s wheats andAnd ghost rate to the tub.Butt-first may Ike issue, Mile it tolls wheat love? My brown shook her buoy with the bloobery I's Miled A’s mile sew eyed it stretched the sky— Ike hissed his cheek candy taste Ted sews wheat, Then night earned on the Watt her And wash dim off clean!
But, then, let it smash-to-grab, the pickled pocket, the confundere scam, the Spanish Prisoner, the Nigerian 417, the pigeon's drops, the two-knock shuffle, the gas and go, the eat and run, the drop and gobble, boiler-room stock & bond sales, three card Montague, dirty the pool (and often I have), cups and balls, off-books accounting, oral swordfight, Bolognese hockey, ballot-box stuffing, two-fisted love-- to be freely French, the list goes on and on for nearly 21 and one-half miles (rendered in 12 point New Courier fontage.)or, that will have had been the case upon the temporal dislocation velocitator.
it's easy to forget how to hold the axe. Sometimes on the ex, somtimes on the y, and sometimes on the z, but you know, once you grab a handle, you can find a way to grind.
I guess it is saying what the established art universe wants it to say. Doesn't transcend much, gets wrapped up in politics and race relations. As opposed to somebody like Bob Thompson maybe.
I'm saying what everyone probably knows because you all know a lot more than me. Anyways I'm not very creative enough to be funny about it. But that's what I think about her.
By the way I really like this page. Found it randomly but it's really nice to hear all your educated opinions.
Could anybody give me some contemporary painters you really like? I've been looking but they're so hard to find sometimes. I kind of like Merlin James ... if anybody would be willing to give SINCERE reccomendations, I would really appreciate it.
Demand’s model-making has stepped back a little from more obvious materials and techniques with this series, and I keep wondering when he’s going to include figures. But they still have that weird space/volume thing, especially the close ups of the desk tops.
The Yellow Cake/WMD theme which comes with this stuff – based on a notorious African embassy in Rome – I suppose is meant to echo the artifice – one big conspiracy, right? Only the embassy is real – there is such a place – so the level of authenticity is not strictly ‘Yellow Cake’ or bullshit and I couldn’t really go along with Demand’s demands there.
Unless the equation is really, diplomacy = lies, which seems fair enough, but kind of spoils the specifics of this embassy.
While I don't really dole out too much of my mental energy toward Demand's subject matter, I do respond to the way he elegantly traverses differing systems of representation.
And of course, there's the 'no-fuckin-way' nature of my reponse to his work... In this respect, grotto, is just as spectacular as space simulator, as far as i'm concerned... The guy can fillet. And has a great handle on lighting, which is where it's at! Not to mention a way with the blade.
While I don't really dole out too much of my mental energy toward Demand's subject matter, I do respond to the way he elegantly traverses differing systems of representation.
And of course, there's the 'no-fuckin-way' nature of my reponse to his work... In this respect, grotto, is just as spectacular as space simulator, as far as i'm concerned... The guy can fillet. And has a great handle on lighting, which is where it's at! Not to mention a way with the blade.
Subject wise it came off as a bit tongue in cheek to say the least - a reach even - as i heard people nodding towards the Bush regime. Perhaps an effort to meat up the content when simulacra has been explored (as you stated JpegCritic) the gee wiz factor overrides in a very self evident way. But didn't really appreciate the politicalticing up of the Simpsons halloween tonight either. I have similar feeling towards Kara Walker in general - im neither here or there with it. While normally S&M imagery leads me into the work hers locks me out. Maybe my Guilt and Shame o meter is just set to off.
i could not help but notice how warm and home-y 303 is with its painted walls and wide beer selection, - in contrast to say stark Boones - Bleckner the same evening.
Why go extreme on quantitative analysis? People need a lot of information in order to be successful on equity investment. Not all people have the necessary information. There is an asymmetry in information between counter parties in the stock exchange. Some people make money because of the asymmetry; others lose money because of the asymmetry. Engagements with the enemy may be thought of as "symmetric" if friendly and enemy forces have similar types of forces and capabilities, or "asymmetric" if forces and/or capabilities are significantly dissimilar. Asymmetric engagements with the enemy can create decisive advantages and be extremely lethal, especially if the force being attacked is not prepared to defend itself. Similarly, the joint force must be shielded against an enemy's asymmetric attack.
z, that's why we have artist types yeah? To combat the unfair asymmetries of the world with even crazier geometry.
All of you! Sell your Kara Walker stock and buy RVBD! You might get rich, you might get Busted. Geometry.
Don't say i didn't warn you. But don't sue me if either Kara Walker or RVBD tanks. You know the big wheel keep-a spinning around. Meanwhile don't miss the funky kicks going down in the city.
No-Where, sometimes gee whiz just works! And well, sometimes it doesn't. Good to hear from your funky self.
in this case it worked for me... Art for me can be visual "gee wiz" with out being decorative or carnivalistic, and the HEAVY stuff can lend itself to other medium.
and there you have it. I'm not rich, and i'm not a dick, z, but then again that might be because i refuse to succumb to asymmetry.... that's a utopian idea, if that's what you're getting at, z.
The information is there if we really want it, but what is it without the means and access?
Nothing more than an http request... One little pulse of electricity that can very well be snuffed out by the drawing of a switch by the powers that have the brick-and-mortar-mailbox that functions more like a Flag than a mailbox... A flag that says: Fuck with me and die. Typical Alpha.
To own.. A house in the caskills with a fuckall mailbox, a woman, a slave, equity, a portfolio that proves your personal and professional worth.... Against and above others, of course... That's the whole equation of asymmetry, isn't it.
Well, I don't really dunno have an answer to the fact that the math of that world differs greatly from the math of our world, but somehow they somehow inextricably linked.
Are we the veritable quantum physicists of those old school newtonians who claim(ed) to POWN the universe -- along with the catskills and ny?
most peopl need to seek a inhibitory field which emanates from the mobile tips of elongating stolons of colonial hydroids to be identified and analyzed. It extends proximally with decreasing intensity for about 400–700 m and ensures that branching sites occur at appropriate distances along the stolon. The local strengths of inhibition within the field have been measured with a new method which permits high temporal and spatial resolution. Kineticstudies reveal three characteristics. First; inhibition decays. rather rapidly after removal of its source. The Half life is about 30 min. Second, loss of inhibition immediately triggers initiation of future tip formation. "Third, restoration and spreading of inhibition are slow processes, which take 8–24 h to recover 90% of the originul inhibitory levels. In order to keep feeling stuff or something/
Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load
Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me Well there ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me And I ain't hidin' from nobody Nobody's hidin' from me Oh, that's the way its supposed to be
Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia I don't know
Well I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home But I don't love me no one woman So I can't stay in Georgia long
Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Oooh Mr Breeze
Do you like amercan music I like american music Dont you like american music baby I want you to hold me I want your arms around me I want you to hold me baby Did you do too many drugs I did too many drugs Did you do too many drugs too baby You were born too late I was born too soon But every time I look at that ugly moon It reminds me of you It reminds me of you ooh ooh ooh I need a date to the prom Would you like to come along But nobody would go to the prom with me baby They didnt like american music They never heard american music They didnt know the music was in my soul baby You were born too soon I was born too late But every time I look at that ugly lake It reminds me of me It reminds me of me Do you like american music We like american music I like american music baby Do you like american music We like all kinds of music But I like american music best Baby you were born too late And I was born too late But every time I look at that ugly lake It reminds me of me It reminds me of me Do you like american music It reminds me of me Do you like american music...
Wake up puppet boy! Get up puppet boy You got a job to do Even so youre free to go Where your master tells you to Listen puppet boy Before you disobey Consider that the strings attached Could make a big change in your ways Puppet boy Its the little things that count Little problems little minds Little points of view Puppet boy Its the little things add up Getting bigger pull the trigger Little things like you Stand up puppet boy Time to start the show Youd better do some brand new moves They paid a lot to watch you go No! Whats that puppet boy Dont tell me what to do Whats that puppet boy Im not a freak like you Whats that puppet boy Ill move when I want to I cant hear you puppet boy Now dance dance dance Stay out of bed Unless you wanna get wet Im a boy not a toy And Im not through yet Stay out of bed Unless you wanna get wet Now wake up puppet boy Listen puppet boy Youre not a robot slave Consider that no strings attached Could ever make you misbehave Puppet boy Its the little things in life Little problems little minds Little points of view Puppet boy Its the little things that count Getting bigger pull the trigger Little things like you Now wake up puppet boy!
It's not where you start - It's where you start again.
New York New York big city of dreams But everything in New York ain't always what it seem You might get fooled if you come from out of town But I'm down by law and I know my way around
I've observed this about New York: When one interacts with people of a certain set -- one gets the feeling that they're expected to exhibit either a hopeful buoyancy or a jaded bitterness, or are expected to at least be in the process of joining one of those camps. Never in between... When you show indifference, it's like a big question mark unfurls across their brow, as if something's has suddenly slid beyond all understanding.
There are other settings, though. You can spend an afternoon shootin street skelly and not have to worry about what the ants of manhatt-en might think -- and still keep your personal goals.
its not where your at its where your from ...too much Ah too many people, too much -- a ha hah Too much, too many people, too much, rrrrrrrah
A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump People gather round, said, "He won't he's just a chump" Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed His mortgage is due and his marriage is through He says he ain't gonna pay no child support Because the bitch left him without a second thought He got nothin to eat, no shoes on his feet She even left his clothes, out in the street He keeps hearin noises when he's at home He always hears voices when he's all alone His wife took the kids, the car and the crib In this man's world, so much for women's lib
an numb,dont check ouy james becalmed video of the blogger show-what made this dude think he should be a videographer-dear lord this is some boring stuff,soporificarama
is it painted with ladies make-up products? looks a little revlon. i used to think that women were truly the unknown painters with their incredible daily mixing of color to supplant mood and shape, painting their own faces, nails daily, unbelievable. I wanted to do portraits of some of them with the same make-up products but never did. Maybe now someone will. Have you seen some old ladies cake it on, impasto masters (slightshock). This was all years ago. Borrowed my then girls lipsticks (got in trouble) and did the draw on the mirror thing, superglide and such color like an oil pastel gone crazy. You can really get some amazing colors at the counter, amazing colors really, but will they last on canvas, no, and who in the hell can afford them, so much for so little. Loreal has a really bizarre art science color research prize each year, last time i looked which was a while back some japanese scientist won by discovering that the color in butterfly wings is caused from the way light is refelcted in the molecular structure of them and not from any pigment. hence the new path for creating structural color in various nano-industries. the industry femme really is on the greatest quest for color in the contemporary world no doubt. painters buy and mix. But there are more women with color on their faces than the 'painters'. Waaaay more. Kara Walker paints like a female, that much can be said. No bad thing, just a thing to notice. Possibly. Here comes another wack comment from webthing. Most non-artist ex-girlfriends, when i encourage them to draw, end up for some reason drawing organic curves and then smudging it with their finger.
If I wasnt on strike I;d dddd say say say nay! Sweet chariot sweet sweet sweet chariot cherry bomb in the plumbing destroys the schools infrastructure, as far as water goes. Could the guggenheim withstand such an assault? Why show Kara Walker trasnitional type work when you could let her sit for a bit? Timeliness is next to godliness I guess. Why is Kara walkers tone redlined at shrill? What makes it good? The bodies? The concept? The grade school cut outs shoddily pasted to white grounds? the heavy chitlin' handed two fisted punch of bombast and hypothyroidism?
Recall Mike Kelley and his stomach churning high school recollection, witht he womens auxilliary to the suppository club, or some shit like that.
Same dealio, exept MK got nothing but aging candy raver's as fans now.
Kara needs to go tot he JZ school of rapz, maybe make some art with a writer, because her truthy one liners read like hallmark cards for bubba and mamie.
I mean I work hard at the shit she does easy, and it looks hard, when it should be easier, at least with the near cannonization with the show at the whitney castel uptown.
I mean the old work, but what if you could do it all over again? WOuld you get denguey fever over the new stuff it it was the old stuff and the old stuff was shaking and baking?
No, youd cook up, take a nother hit of Oprah and quit. Take it to the bridge.
If I get there before you do Coming for to carry me home I'll cut a hole and pull you through Coming for to carry me home
i guess one persons shrill is another persons funny.
The question of transcendence. Refusal is multiform; transcendence is one. Faced by modern discontent and incited by it to bear witness, human history is quite simply the history of a radical refusal which invariably carries transcendence within itself, which invariably tends towards self-negation. Although only one or two aspects of this refusal are ever seen at a time, this can never successfully conceal the basic identity of dictatorship by God, monarch, chief, class or organization. What idiocy it is to evoke an ontology of revolt. By transforming natural alienation into social alienation, the movement of history teaches us freedom in servitude: it teaches us both revolt and submission. Revolt has less need of metaphysicians than metaphysicians have of revolt. Hierarchical power, which has been with us for millennia, furnishes a perfectly adequate explanation for the permanence of rebellion, as it does of the repression that smashes rebellion.
Being at the top means never losing your cool, not even when its not cool, or like when cool means dated. But if you can make it personal, like Takashi Murakami, who is so personal and autobiographical like when he uses mushrooms to represent his drug experiences as a teenage Yakuza. Murakami lost his right pinkey to a gangster tanto because he failed to make his quota, but he got the finger bqack and had it re-attached. But still, he lost some motor fucntion and feeling in the finger and that hurt a lot. Me, I'm a nobody, probably a narcissist, but not in an interesting way, just a pedantic way. My story isn't that interesting, I'm imagining my audience now, in a self reflexive modernist way, and also in a postmodernist contingent way. To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you, To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you, I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you, In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.
In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more, As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor, And with cold streel, odour on their bodies mad a move to connect, But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.
I did everything, everything I wanted to, I let them use you for their own ends, To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you. To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
you are all, I trust familiar with what is called meta-tech or super-tech There are aspects to this more exotic technology that can not be explained by our understanding of fundamential interactions.those who stody such things wonder if meta technology uses some wildly different principles. Assume for the moment that this theory is crrect. Even so, our meta/ technology still relies on and is based partly in our undersstanding of electromagietism--much lick our ability to manipulate the strong and weak; interaction. Electromagnetism remains the key to the advanced technology of this. or was understood,
Tough to determine a box of Laura Lynn brand “Georgia Crackers” with a picture of a Valdosta, Georgia plantation on the back, complete with Spanish moss-drenched live oaks (and delicious Georgia Cracker snack ideas); a poster of a Pieter Breugel painting, The Netherlandish Proverbs (1559); Greek Chocolate candy and candy display with choco-baby mascot; Porgy and Bess and Ink Spots record sets; and a very funny inkjet print of an illustration of a Christian black family overlaid with a second print of a Black Panther party militant colouring book was flummoxed. The whole show was so turgid.
Turgid, Not to be confused with Turbidity is a cloudiness or haziness of a fluid, or of air, caused by individual particles (suspended solids) that are generally invisible to the naked eye, similar to smoke in air.
Turbidity in open water is often caused by phytoplankton and the measurement of turbidity is a key test of water quality. The higher the turbidity, the higher the risk of the drinkers developing gastrointestinal diseases,
being in a state of distension : swollen, tumid turgid limbs; especially : exhibiting turgor2: excessively embellished in style or language : bombastic, pompous turgid prose
I see PNYC gets mentioned in this month’s AiA, courtesy of Ed Winkleman. He’s on a panel of popular art bloggers there, hosted by Plagens. Ed claims there are young painters that take what we say here to heart!
I don’t know whether that’s tragic or hilarious.
But Ed seems like an earnest kind of guy – apparently he posts every day!. I mean I know his site, but would I go there like EVERY DAY? What burning, thrilling issue(s) could need a post every single day? I guess he just likes posting stuff basically, but if you think about it, as a blogger, would you go to other blog sites every day? You’d never have time to post your own stuff if you did. Why would you expect others to come to yours so constantly? What matter would need this daily update?
I’m obviously in a minority since Ed and the other bloggers on the panel all get like a zillion hits an hour, leading the acute Plagens to pose the big one – Is There A Buck To Be Made Out Of This Stuff? Or What Good Does It Get You?
Ed is at least realistic enough to acknowledge that blogs come and go all the time, bloggers get bored or distracted, move on to other things. Blogs are not necessarily the road UP or the future.
With the drastic slowing of posts here, I wonder if this exhaustion isn’t catching up with Painter and Diesel? On the other hand maybe we would do better to adjust to a slower tempo.
cap on the one hand timing is everything, and on the other floodgates are floodgates. responding to the condition of history, it would be best that these young painters don't listen so intently. or at least glow in non-acceptance, because that's how it starts in every pack in every animal. painting is a hard life to choose, but an easy one to accept. complusion is paramount. reflecting the times, no. if you refelct back the political ugliness of the world to the same poor drones/middleclass slaves/upperclass guiltyparties who are forced to eat it everywhere else they mediaglance, of course you will confuse yourself with the role art has. i still believe the role of the artist can at times be to show us something natural and valuable, within the techsphere or not, and how this is ongoing. political art can not be the only way out of the current, it's shortsightedness is tiring and often best solved with other more proactive means. but lets not discount the power of the sublime image, sorry. something other than the standard complicit "you're guilty for destruction, human" catchphrase is often the enervating alternative needed to put people in a position to smile and keep working. people know this. undying robot's will love us and adjudicate soon anyway, when the human was a blip on the cosmic spark. supreme efficiency and reason seems to be the goal of all life, WITH A BUCKET OF DECORATIVE ASPECTS ALONG THE WAY, thanks to the sex factor, but like someone said earlier (by the way i really like the poems and lyrics posted here) (wo)man did not make the computer, whatever electromagnetic manipulative charge that made all life (including(wo)man) is making the computer, get it? the human hand is a conduit for a spark we have searched in vanity for, yet it is still there. undeniable. all the beckett's waiting for... but it's already there. waiting for the right word to describe it might be more apt. so 'god' was crap. ok no problem. let's just go with hal. we are only a notch on the scale. but if we hold out long enough maybe we might just get to chill with our own r2d2's. Just ask Natasha Vita-Moore and the transhumanists, they seem to have died down a little...
and when i wanna cool down i'll drink a campari soda and hope for a good painting to share in my soul,.
An Effervescing Elephant with tiny eyes and great big trunk once whispered to the tiny ear the ear of one inferior that by next June he'd die, oh yeah! because the tiger would roam.The little one said: "Oh my goodness I must stay at home! and every time I hear a growlI'll know the tiger's on the prowl and I'll be really safe, you knowthe elephant he told me so."Everyone was nervy, oh yeah!and the message was spreadto zebra, mongoose, and the dirty hippopotamuswho wallowed in the mud and chewedhis spicy hippo-plankton foodand tended to ignore the word preferring to survey a herd of stupid water bison, oh yeah! And all the jungle took fright,and ran around for all the day and the nightbut all in vain, because, you see,the tiger came and said: "Who me?! You know, I wouldn't hurt not one of you.I'd much prefer something to chewand you're all too scant." oh yeah! He ate the Elephant?>
god is an idea of something with a pure and untainted sense of justice and reason, unlike ourselves, carrying our higher sense of morality in our more recent cerebral cortexes, but haunted by the prehistoric beast that still dwells within (the ancient brain reptilian pineal gland, i mean we call our old brain a gland of all things, and its sitting atop your own spine being the very tainted router for all the higher ideals that have to pass through it to the body). Original sin. That's why I love the appendix, this stale organ that was once vital, sitting there inside your body in the evolutionary waiting room (those who haven't had it removed) and it's like "hey guys, remember me?". And we're like "nope, dude, totally don't know what you're talking about". The herbivores are like it was for breaking down leaves because we're not meat eaters, our stomach acids are weak and our teeth are blunt, and the carnivores are like it was for breaking down raw meat, if you don't shutup i'll show you what i mean.
When you let your mind wander beyond the boundary of sanity, and then you come back, forced because the toaster went off and you have to go and spread the peanut butter, it gives you a complex appreciation of the absurdity of daily life, and if possible, you understand how to flow with the great cosmic passage, and maybe in your own way, you find a way to imbue what you paint with that vortex the mind can wander into. Thats what i'm lookin for. Sometimes. Most times. Too much is too much. Don't forget to wipe your ass. Sit under a tree more often. Go on a picnic. Scientific reality remains disjunct from daily life, complex is the negotiation between the intellect and the laughter. But one day, the idea of god might be possible, our old friend hal. But as we've been shown, even he might be plagued by the same disastrous ends of eternally upgrading the same piece of hardware (ie/ evolution). Redundant parts, the selfish jealous and proud beast, a real spanner in the works. But futurefear is as old as the hills, it always turns out a lot different.
I've been looking at a lot of drawings by modernist architects recently, the 1939 exhibition of a city in the year 2000, they banished the decoration in favour of clean lines to avoid the folly of the upper class, and created a sterile concrete world to be skated and graffiti'd over, the funniest thing is not one future plan had much of a garden in it. What is the reality now, green is a marketers dream. Green and blue are the future equity. So they were wrong, and so was Kubrick. And so am i.
Did someone see just a little bit too much of Control maybe?
'You'll see the horrors of a faraway place, Meet the architects of law face to face. See mass murder on a scale you've never seen, And all the ones who try hard to succeed.
This is the way, step inside. This is the way, step inside. This is the way, step inside. This is the way, step inside.
And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more, Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years, All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire, Can't replace or relate, can't release or repair, Take my hand and I'll show you what was and will be.'
Web 2.0 is awesome, both on a personal level ($) and in the sense that its another bubble that, unlike the art bubble has real substance and value. Trust me. Oh yes, trust me.
What fonts are popular? Sans serif or retro serif (seventies) Rounded warm and inviting. Homey. Techno is out. Too many hangovers. Sweaters and shit. My roomate almost beat me and my bougie sweater up. Look at you in your boogie sweater he said. Well, that's class warfare right there. If I had real money I'd move into a condo. Bougie. I just can;t paint with windsor newton student grade. I just cant. But dont let it stop you. I am an idiot, signifying nothing. And I am a failed artist. Failed like the dying embers of the last forest fire. Dead like a cold trillion year old meteorite trapped in ice beyond the interstellar meniscus or whatever.
god is a concept by which we measure our pain--i feel like screaming--
Grace, a piece of God transplanted into man, outlived its Donor. Secularized, abandoning theology for metaphysics, it remained buried in the individual's flesh like a pace-maker, an internalised mode of government. When Freudian imagery hangs the monster Superego over the doorway of the ego, its fault is not so much facile oversimplification as refusal to search further for the social origin of constraints. (Reich understood this well.) Oppression reigns because men are divided, not only among themselves, but also inside themselves. What separates them from themselves and weakens them is laos the false bond that unites them with power, reinforcing this power and making them choose it as their protector, as their father.
"Mediation", says Hegel, "is self-identity in movement." But what moves can lose itself. And when he adds "it is the moment of dying and becoming", the same words differ radically in meaning according to the perspective in which they are placed: that of totalitarian power or that of the total man.
As soon as mediation escapes my control, every step I take drags me towards something foreign and inhuman. Engels painstakingly showed that a stone, a fragment of nature alien to man, became human as soon as it became an extension of the hand by serving as a tool (and the stone in its turn humanised the hand of the hominid). But once it is appropriated by a master, an employer, a ministry of planning, a management, the tool's meaning is changed: it deflects the action of its user towards other purposes. And what is true of tools is true for all mediations.
Just as God was the supreme arbiter of grace, the magnetism of the governing principle always draws to itself the largest possible number of mediations. Power is the sum of alienated and alienating mediations. Science (scientia theologiae ancilla) converted the divine fraud into operational information, organised abstraction, returning to the etymology of the word: ab-trahere, to draw out of.
just make your text blink using textDecoration = 'blink'; and those guys'll believe your some sort of web 2.0 Ajax god... Just tel 'em your cousin in Belgium is using his cel phone to turn the letters on and off as an art statemeent and soon you'll be swimming in sennelier white.
web 2.0 - templates for the generic flattening of style
facebook - aka 'stalkers delight'
the best thing to paint right now is not the war, though i came across marcaccio's giant dutch street painting from last year and kinda paused on it
it just needed a projector throwing the light of the lizard on it,
its a jungle. its unfair. justice is perverted. rare moments of real grace are to be forever savored. there is a little good in the heart of the human beast, just more than the lion, but not as much as the elephant.
but when the sun goes out, who's gonna attempt to perpetuate the life of earth? none but the tragic, vile, horny and sometime graceful human beast (by then fully machinized). nomen.
Theres a huge market for inspirational and motivational speakers right now. Gurus. Ram Das and DT Suzuki, Alan Watts and Joseph Campbell. Do you have a Guru?
Critiks realized, followed and taught by our Rishis,;Munis, Alwars and Great Ancestors who tread the Vedic Path are being presented in crisp and direct essence packages to be understood by the common man of.. today's society, thus authored by great scholars who experienced the depths of those nectar oceans from their acharyas in a* Traditional manner. This Yagnam has been blessed by HH Sri Periya Jeeyar/ Swamiji in association with Nyaya vedantha Vidwan U.Ve. Sriman T.K.Gopalacharya Swami and Kavi Rathna U.Ve. Sriman Gudimella Ramanujacharya Swami.
Be like the squirrel girl, Be like the squirrel. Give it a whirl, girl Be like the squirrel....
Drink cheap beer but always strive for perfection. Rembrandt white will do when Sennelier isn't available. But never stoop down to Winton. Money's your friend so long as he ain't your honey.
Lyrics are messages from God. Just imagine your life playing with a soundtrack.
A tabernacle measures two-and-a-half by four by half-and-inch and it always comes with cheap earbuds.
Invest in new ones. Salvation's worth the cash.
Young students. If you are students, talk to each other. Don't waste your time on blogs. Drop the attitude and talk to each other. It's not a competition amongst yourselves. Conspire to make more money to buy headgear.
Brahman is in the constant service of Parabrahman. Parabrahman, along with innumerable liberated souls, resides in the all-pervading Akshar. Parabrahman is eternally divine, with a form, supreme, the cause of all causes, controller, inspirer, illuminator and redeemer. He pervades and controls Jiva, Ishwar, Maya and Brahman." Satisfied with Muktanand Swami's exposition, Nilkanth decided to settle in Loj,
you mean the whiteney? Because the other one left me wondering if she should be showing at andrew Kreps with captain beefheart or something. Must be nice to go outside and stuff. Hey hey were the monkeys people say we monkey around whats that sound can you smell that sound? I think its the sound of Kara Walker courageously changing course to great acclaim. At least locally. Get off the raft! Dive into the sea! Crystal ships on the bongwater! Racism can be interstellar cant it? Whys it allus gotta be antubelluballum or whatever. History is dead. Everyone eats off of de-electrified Nazi cutlery. Or at least insulated. Dont cut the fat or the felt you will just make a mess.
The Sikkema-Jenkins stuff looked like she was going Erte, skipping the next legs of the long race and plunging the feminine(ist) deep into decorative servitude. Time to chill or inure, maybe.
Don’t know about Beefheart but Cpt Wesselman heave to, nymphs off the port bow.
Wait what the hell do you mean keep in mind that you lose your lemon law rights if the problem you are experiencing is the result of your modification to or your alteration, abuse or neglect of the vehicle. Information about the lemon law and how to assert your rights should be found in your owner's manual.Do your best,
Thanks bathe. I learnt something. I didn't know what a 'lemon law' meant. Why 'lemon' in the first place? As in 'it's a lemon!'. So cute !
As to the post a few back re: attraction. You have let the cat out of the bag. Did you know this one: Anti-war protesters are actually attracting the idea of more war. The moment it becomes confrontational you're attracting what you are trying to rid off. You are giving your detractors reason to react. I've often thought how you stop war. I can only come up with stop fighting. But who listens to that kind of logic. People don't want to hear that. I mean where is the submission in that. Where's the right? Where's the wrong? Where's the good? Where's the bad? Where is the Ugly? Whoops! Spotted the Ugly, spinning the carnival in the Absence of Evil Hmmm, food for thought!
Life in not without its divergent experiences, right cap!
What else: Oh yeah, there was a swipe @ the good stuff. A typical swipe. my suggestion is 'attraction'. What you reject you get! Bring it on! Oh, the thought!
Hey CP -->That's what that video that zip linked to is all about. "The Secret". Me and the little girl watched it. She netflixed it cus she wanted to know the secret, you know like you do when you are 15.
Basically the video tells you, if you are negative, youll attract negativity. So just be happy instead. That's the secret.
Me and the little girl kinda laughed because we prefer to enjoy the misery. It all seems to be around us whether we laugh or cry.
The dialectic of decay and supersession is the dialectic of dissociated and unitary space-time (l). The new proletariat carries within itself the realisation of childhood, which is its space-time (2). The history of separations is slowly resolved at the end of "historic" history (3). Cyclical time and linear time. - Lived space-time is space-time in transformation, and the role's space-time is that of adaptation. - The function of the past and of its projection into the future is to outlaw the present. Historical ideology is the screen that comes between the will to individual self-realisation and the will to construct history; it prevents them joining up and merging (4). The present is the space-time to be constructed; it entails the correction of the past.
Whats the situation man? I couldnt go out in the rain to see art not timely. No time. can;t do itr. Well I guess that makes me a poor art lover but a great something else. Thats the way the cookie crumbles. I could go nowhere. I could fucking kick ass. I dont know what if anything art is supposed to do for your immortal soul, but I guess I could do anything right now and here I am sitting in the dark with only the glow of the CRT to light my way through the dark interstellar void. That an a lamp. I have the computer and a lamp lighting my way through the existential night. One thing or another, John Ashebury is the poet lauriate of MTVU - thats the core demographic as far as Im concerned. College kids got the world at their feet and yet some of them choose to spit on the masters hand and eschew meaningless summer internships for real work making real stuff for real people. Not very prestigious, I know, an dof course futile and ubiquitous. WHy bother? No, its better to carry the torch of enlightenment to all the thatched huts of the lowest common denominator, kicking off a firestorm that could light the ass birthed diamonds of the the bourgeoise on fire.
All I need is a torch to light my way, along with my lamp and the afore mentioned computer monitor. This whole dealio has been a riff on race, and of course you got it.
Not the best but I;m just blowing off steam. I;m sure half of my imagined audience isn;t real and the other is annoyed, with the thrid half being much as my self, annoyed with annoyance and wishing for the apocalypse, so long as it stops before dinner.
Why pay attention to the art of other fellow travelers on the road to narcissistic entropy? Us decaying leptons and muons and other smaller particles identified only by metaphorical colors and flavors. We, life savers on the road to nowhere, casting our candy coated tchotchkies out beyond the lime light into the hinterlands of backwards nowhere.
But beyond that, even, what if you could hire a life coach to get you back on the path to righteous hedonism and intellectual rigour? I'm talking here about hiring a human being to take your hand and give you what no parent could, a killer lifestyle with fabulous parties. Are you dumb? Are you serious? Me too.
"I'm much more important than a McDonald's commercial," she said, her confidence renewed.
Looking for someone to curate your life? Need a personal concierge whose expertise is not picking up dry-cleaning but helping chose your wardrobe, your tastes, your friends? Ms. Storr calls herself a personal manager, but her duties go far beyond that. Her clients, all of them men, pay monthly fees of $4,000 to $10,000 to have her be their personal decider in nearly all things lifestyle-related.
"Look to the right of you, look to the left of you the famously tough Griswold was known' to advise first-year students: One of you isn't going to be here by the end of the year. harvard pioneered the Socratic mnethod of cased studies emulated by all other law schools: a combative intellectual exercise requiring students to counter torrents of relentless questions designed to drive them into a corner, much likre the kind the devilish kingsf;ield asked. And much like those they might encounter from justices of an appellate court.
In the days of slavery Some got to run away and many got done away Inferiority is what some men say But that shit played out with Kunta Kinte Then again in the streets of New York I think of Yusef Hawkins, and I see you'e still stalkin And when I think of barriers like Bensonhurst Huh, notice how I mentioned hearse We got to better this world of prejudice People, make peace, and learn to live equal Cause I don't look at myself as a Coon or a mooley that would have to say massa You better believe that I'm an asiatic descendant And I know what's been amended and intended So let's fulfill and get real, and try to build a united nation, eliminate segregation I know there's different strokes for different folks but I've also acknowledged what hatred provokes So don't hate me or try to underrate me Cause I collect ends drive a Benz and live greatly And we can all live together in harmony Without thinkin what color is harmin me
No rush this is how i think about it: You are on a rock. And it happens to be magnetic, right! Magnetic! And you are thinking. But the rock is thinking too. And the rock is thinking rocks. And you are not thinking rocks! Right! You are not thinking rocks! I mean, why would you be thinking rocks? Anyway, you're on the rock and fall asleep and wake up the next morning with rocks in your head. Well, the thing you slept upon is bigger than you so no doubt those thoughts play a bigger part in the next day.
The point is, you only need to laugh because who can pull their head up off the pillow if it were full of rock. Rocks are for rocks. And the head is for lifting off the pillow. Right! Every day you beat the rock that you sleep on. Hey, that's comfort, isn't it?
the rock original spaceship number one imagine if we could fire jet engines off one side of it and take our rock elsewhere head for the pillow nebula what a great joke the universe has provided laughter is paramount to problem solving taking things lightly is paramount to taking things seriously just ask the french
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls;
and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises;
and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable it is alternately stone in you and star.
i had a video blog for a while but im sick of having shit pulled off line.
love that 'the burg'. - live the dream. oh wait i already do.
myself i - was a bit busy at the Christies auction brunch today - very little line between secondary and primary markets now - or so i hear. Talk was will Sotheby's ever recover from past night. crazys all we got right now.
* As I see it, yes * Ask again later * Better not tell you now * Cannot predict now * Concentrate and ask again * Don't count on it * It is certain * It is decidedly so * Most likely * My reply is no * My sources say no * Outlook good * Outlook not so good * Reply hazy, try again * Signs point to yes * Very doubtful * Without a doubt * Yes * Yes - definitely * You may rely on it
all the morning at the ofice;whither Deane of woolwich came to me and discoursed of the bodey of ships, which I am now going about to understand, and then I took him to the coffee-house, where he was very earnest against Mr. Grant’s repart in favour of Sir W. Petty’s vessel, even to some passion on.., both sides almost. So to the Exchange, and thence home to dinner with my brother, and in the afternoone; to Westminsiter hall, and there found Mrs. Lane, and by and by by agreament we met at the parliament stairs (in my way down to the boat who should meet us but my lady jemimah, who saw me lead her but said nothing to me of her, though I ought to speak to her to see whether she would take notice of it or no) and off to Stangate and so to the king’s Head at Lambeth marsh, and had variety of meats and drinks, but I did so towse her and handled her, but could get nuthing more from her though I was, very near it; but as wanton and bucksome as she is she dares not adventure upon the business, in which I very much commend and like her. Staid pretty late, and so over with her by water, and being in a great Sweat with my towsing of her durst not go home by water, but took coach, and at home my brother and I fell upon des kartes, and I perceive he has studied him well, and I cannot find but he has minded his book, and do love it. this eavening came a letter about business from Mr. coventry, and with it a silver pen he promised me to carry inke in, which is very necessary. So to prayers/ and to bed,
julian jaynes theory of the bicameral mind supposes that ancient societies heard voices,their personal god giving them commands,without interruption from the introspective,self aware self-vestigial remains being actual shizophrenics-of course,this all has a lot to do with 'the matrix'and cyber punk,and i went on this thread from searching for "jeremy blake'whose show ill see in dec.and hopper-prob.only reason for dc side fm
Worse. One could hardly maintain the courage to be individual, to speak with one’s own voice, for the years in which one could complacently accept oneself as part of an elite by being a radical were forever gone. A. man knew that when he dissented, he gave a note upon his life which could be called in any year of overt crisis. No wonder then that these have been the years of conformity and depression. A stench of fear has come out of every pore of American life, and we suffer from a collective failure of nerve. The only courage, with rare exceptions, that we have been witness to, has been the isolated courage of isolated people.
The unstated essence of Hip, its psychopathic brilliance, quivers with the knowledge that new kinds of victories increase one’s power for new kinds of perception; and defeats, the wrong kind of defeats, attack the body and imprison one’s energy until one is jailed in the prison air of other people’s habits, other people’s defeats, boredom, quiet desperation, and muted icy self- destroying rage.
So you know I've been a soldier in the armies of the night And I'll find the fatal error in what's otherwise alright Something shines around you that seems, to my delight To give me just a little sweetness... Just a little sweetness... Just a little sweetness... Just a little light.
Disaster . . . it can happen anywhere, But we've got a few tips, so you can be prepared For floods, tornadoes, or even a 'quake, You've got to be ready - so your heart don't break.
Disaster prep is your responsibility And mitigation is important to our agency.
People helping people is what we do And FEMA is there to help see you through When disaster strikes, we are at our best But we're ready all the time, 'cause disasters don't rest.
Interestingly enough, Stipe and the boys wrote this song after attending a policy debate tournament. They were so impressed with the speed at which policy debaters can make coherent and strong arguments (to those not submerged in debate, it often sounds like gunshots). Hence the frantic pace of the song.
Stipe also uses some policy debate terms in the song, such as net, which is a stock debate arg that is used to argue that the social net, as it widens, gets bigger holes that allows more people to slip through. (Incidentally, the lyrics are "net", right? ... right., not "neck" - even Stipe admits that) and "tournament of lies refers to the practice of assigning policy debate teams various positions, regardless of their personal agreement with the argument they are making.
Her art is loaded with content, my friends; it is so heavy I get anxiety attacks, just looking at the first piece. When I start reading what she writes, it is all down hill from there. She has made a conscious choice to make art that is not as important esthetically; while I love gazing at her watercolors, I know that her real intended meaning is in the silhouettes and writing. It is were the power is and I accept that. Great show to see, but you will need a long time to look at everything. As far as the fee - SUNY PURCHASE students are admitted for FREE!
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ReplyDeleteAnymore, I'm more interested in anything I see by this artist that is NOT a silhouette. But I haven't seen the show at the Whitney. What do those who've seen it think?
ReplyDeletethere is a nice view of the installation on the whitney website, but i havent seen the show. Also long write-up and cover image in AiA's October issue.
ReplyDeletemost of the images to me seem to 'easy' that is, using stereotyped gut-reaction stuff to get a quick impact vs. more thoughtful and original images which might have more long term effects. but maybe actual effect is not what this artist is going for... see, the cartoony stuff makes me doubt its sincerity.
But, this one painting on the blog immediately made me think "Darfur", a current crisis which is overshadowed by all this pat 'antebellum South' sillouette stuff. (end of pointless rant)
Its weird because I havent been all gung ho to go to the whitnery. I guess cuz of the entry fee, having my pririties geared towards eating rather than culture - it really is the choice I make.
ReplyDeleteSo that puts in high relief the subject matter. Like do you go to a movie you've seen before, even a remake, or do you take a gamble and see soemthing you havent seen?
In that way, because Kara walker's one theme, growing strange fruit, isinteresting, but at the same time, I am shallow, an seeing her work in a narrative vein, wonder what other stories she could tell. Not abandoning identity or racial identity but and yet telling another related story.
Is that fair to ask? Because I know people change, and so can I. But then would her fan base evapoate?
Not to say she should eb able to resolve this unresolvable, but judging from the New Yorker cover she did, I think she could try to separate out strands and develop more involved specific narratives rather than staying in the cloud of generalized amorphous or mythical - and that such an oscilation between the mythical and specific (more specific I ean) would in fact highlight or clarify whatever it is in fact she thinks she's doing.
And I might feel more inclined to pay to see it, not that I matter in the bigger picture.
It occurs to me that this may be the case, and that in fact the show might be good for me to see. On the other hand I am loath to take the chance, based on past work and the aforementioned New Yorker cover with its formal flaws and non specific though topical ambiguity. Gericault's Raft of the Medusa for example, was very specific, and referencing it (without being it), though a time honored device, makes the Hurricaine Katrina reference (rooftops, black people) seem more like an view from inside the fish bowl rather than a personal work. In eeffect Kara is the institutional voice of the african american female, and this is persona she inhabits is antithetical to her idea of the mutable nature of the african identity, which she rejects yet uses, as a real player at the game of art, such as it is, and it is.
In the same way, this particular painting, probably most likely a slave in flight (what else?) is annoyingly topical (aren't we all?) and yet totally obtuse (What the fuck?)
Which leads me to my final analysis that htis is a fucking funny painting. And it totally sucks.
WHich leads me to re-evaluate the last image, which is that the heaviness (impasto/filled in) of the painting detracts from the humor - or in fact that it is not heavy enough (go big, go real heavy) and that formal qualities enhance my perception of intent and affirm my interpretation, we are all complicit, amen.
i always thought of the silouhettes as a formal device, essentially as throwaway as a third grade art project. The real work to me was the imagery itself, and that the silouhettes called attention to that like a stage hand who wears black, but nonetheless changes the scenery.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure how the sketching functions except as a nod tot eh conventions of craft and the hand of the artist, with its sensitivity, pathos, empathy, contingency, and cultural or genetic memory, tremors, palsy and ultimate demise.
Its ultimately a sort of anachronism, and that;s what rules out 3d models, industrial process (laser etching/stenciling, cnc routing). I find that somewhat limiting although it does add to the brand (Martha Stewart doesn't do Chinese out of the box).
Because like all great artists, kara is heavily branded, it makes for an interesting dialectic as I say when she is also dealing with identity.
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ReplyDeleteI seen it. Between the crowds and amount (many) of works on display, it was tough finding a viewing rythm, thus leaving me feeling a bit overwhelmed. Still worth checking out.
ReplyDeleteAnd a suggestion regarding museum addmission fees: if you are a frequent museum visitor, invest in an Association of American Museums membership. Its a flat yearly rate, and gets you (plus 1 guest) into any museum in this glorious nation of ours. We use our card all over town, except NYC MOMA, they dont accept it. We end up saving money in the end...
I think I saw this show when it was back in Paris.
ReplyDeleteI kind of adore Kara's silohettes. They are DEFINATELY a formal device, sure, but only one that enforces and adds to an already loopily complex subject matter. They are spatial and creepy and old fashioned and cute and she was the only person doing that sort of thing. Emphasis through elimanation.
That said, it can/could become a crutch? A trick? But I am not at all worried when I watch those unbelievable videos of hers. There she is taking her silouhettes to bigger and badder realms, and zip, she tells all sorts of stories in them.
@It isn't surprising that African americans across the country feel pain for the victims of this disasterWhen people feel pain, they want to find someone to blame. Trhere is no doubt that it adds to the challenge facing us. But the real story is going to be what it always is: )What is really being done about education? about jobs? About/]=$ housing?"
ReplyDeleteCorrection, NYC MOMA does recognize the AAM membership.
ReplyDeleteok cool all kinds of stories. But I definitely think that if you are going to put the 2005 purchase of Ryan McGuiness prints in the MOMA coat check area (no shit) Then it is a fair comparison to the MOMA'S Kara Walker exhibit, which aren't really all that good (suck ass). Like Sigmar Polke is waaaaay better, but maybe its just that hes more ambiguous and I cannnnn't read the suckiness of them.
ReplyDeleteor maybe I have a tin ear. I'm totally down with that.
The upshot being I'm a culture whore.
The Giants won BTW. Great game. And I like the broncos because of my grandpa.
So I'm going to the Whitney to see why the MOMA doesn't have any good Kara Walker's. I am definately intrigued.
I'm getting a j-o-b just for the entry fee (though a museum membership is an interesting concept that I've entertained in the past).
With all their chatter about Takashi Murakami, Richard Prince, and the virtues of selling out and “performing” the system, art-world insiders
ReplyDeleteHas anyone ready anything about "performing the system" recently?
Why she always got to pull the race card out.if i want social commentary ill reada newspapper.
ReplyDeleteworth mentioningagain here is the question of outsider and insider in ethnographic prictices. An insider's view. The magci word that bears within itself a seal of approval. What can be more authentically other than an otherness by the other, herself? Yet, every piece of the cake given by the master comes with a double/edged blade. The afrikanners are prompt in saying "you can take a black man from the bush, but you can't take the Bush from the Blac man."
ReplyDeletei am enjoying th klukluxclan guston heads in the background of this though.
ReplyDeletewont be fooled again
ReplyDeleteIs it better to fill a need or manufacture a need and then fill it with what you manufacture?
I don't want to paint what I dreamed up the night before.
good point-its almost always crap,when I do that-better to veer off a precipice
ReplyDeleteJust take your best shot and don't blow it right? I mean you have to crawl before you can stumble, but do you have to stumble before sleep? but some people just walk and sleep, fuck the drama.
ReplyDeleteStill it feels better to the puritan mind if you have to work for your ego.
I was thinking about life and its vicissitudes for some reason - catchy phrase.
... automatically, worn out by the gloomy day and by the perspective of a sad tomorrow, I put in my mouth a spoonful of tea in which I had softened a piece of the madeleine.... A delicious pleasure overtook me, isolated, disconnected from any idea about its cause. It immediately made life’s vicissitudes indifferent to me, life’s disasters became innocuous, its brevity illusory, in the same way that love operates, filling me with a precious essence: or, rather, this essence was not in me, it was me.
Vicissitudes of fortune, which spares neither man nor the proudest of his works, which buries empires and cities in a common grave
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ReplyDeleteI always believed that "everyone is complicit" thing. My catholic guilt. But lately Ive been thinking it's just another piece of mind control. The only complicity they get from me is that which they steal.
ReplyDeleteFulani told me that her grandfather refused to speak for 10 years. Or maybe he just couldnt. I said you must be proud that your people have survived such oppression thruout the tragic history and she said not really. All I know she said is, there is just so much pain.
There is just so much pain. How do you heal the pain?
on What powerful but unrecorded race
ReplyDeleteOnce dwelt in that annihilated place
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ReplyDeletethe obvious answer is that it heightens the drama of the image - unlike the rockwell kent, who is on some kind of heroic kick. Another association I have is Lots wife being turned into a pillar of salt.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure this kind of historicism comforts the status quo, ensconced in wood paneled wonderkammerer or whatever. Flicker, brief candle!
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ReplyDeleteI like Walker’s silhouettes but this stuff doesn’t quite get there for me. Is this one of those mid 90s early works? I couldn’t find it on the Whitney site (or was I in too much of a hüry?) Anyway the non-silhouette stuff just seems to underline what a killer app the silhouette is in the circumstances.
ReplyDeleteSeeing everything in black and white, keeping the details in the dark, cutting out the big picture, the history/sex/nursery/plantation/myth slavery for a pasting and a pin-up, the class project on guilt framed emancipation of the picture space for the white cube and the black figure ground down for the cotton pickin wool over the eyes of the public ennui number won, man baby.
I guess everyone gets it and gives it – unless your name is Epaminondas (http://www.sterlingtimes.org/epaminondas.htm)and you still can’t quite forgive it.
But it’s the elegance and the eloquence of the form that are hard to escape for the viewer; and I wonder if not a little for the artist as well by now? The recent collages and animations are nice footnotes but you sense she’s not really going to go too far with the animation thing, without getting into too much drama, and the contemporary collages could be anyone’s.
So silhouettes are hard to break away from, once broken into to, a tar baby for the gifted draughtsperson and I know she’s starting to combine them with projected and fuller backdrops and I’m wondering when she’ll let her impressive talent with line start to wander a little more into the dark, pick out more than edges and make way for more color.
Why is this woman carrying the baby with its head down?
ReplyDeleteSeveral explanations come to mind QQ:
1) It records some obscure episode from the literature, since lost.
2) She is trying out some new fangled sling for carrying the child, said to more efficiently distribute the weight across the shoulders, correctly deliver the child beneath the breasts. However an unforeseen drawback is that any sudden twist to the torso – such as casting dramatic looks behind – promptly deposits the child on the ground.
Our picture captures this exciting moment.
3) Yes it is not the way an infant is traditionally comforted! Boo hoo to you! But this is a new mother, determined to do things her own way, willing to flout convention in these things!
Emancipation or what?
We give her a C for creative and a week to fall in line.
4) Okay, she’s in a hüry, she’s on the run, it’s a wilderness that can smudge a gal’s hair! So she grabbed the heir wrong end up just this once. Everyone is allowed one mistake. And what with waste erupting both ends so frequently, who’s to say which will prove friendlier?
Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.
5) The child is of course feeding upon the mother’s right, unusually pendulous, breast. Even though discreetly veiled, the mother cannot help but nervously look around to see if anyone has noticed. The breast then swings unsupported, and the infant shows uncanny suppleness, not to say determination, in following it right under her arm.
She wonders if there’s a side-show act in this.
she's out of her mind with fear, I believe is the implication (a mother tendst to look after a child over all else, unless its the master's child, then one might be ambivalent about it).
ReplyDeleteI;m starting to see the connection to the last painting after all.
used to have breakfast
I here
and that was before I knew you could be racist about people other than african americans, or that african american's could hate the little brown people of the world.
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ReplyDeleteAfter some thinking...
ReplyDeleteI now know what bothers me generally about this work: I sense so much overpowering anger in these works, that I am afraid to directly address the race issues they refer to. I feel shut out of the conversation the artist pretends to engage in, since anything I have to say will be deemed from the "white male perspective" (as if that is one thing).
In this conversation, not just the race card, but all the cards are on one side of the table, and I just can't play. As with most message-based art, this comes at us with such a goddam heavy-handed rightousness that the viewer (this viewer at least) is only allowed to admire or pay homage to it, but not address its underlying concerns or artistic merits.
No more thinking... where's the advil...
well kara walker has said she only loads the gun. So you can choose to ignore the chance to shoot yourself, I guess. But are we all complicit?
ReplyDeleteTuh use duh cuh-loquial we's all in nit tu-get huh. Youse a racist no mattuh whut cullah yo skin is.
Shirley Jackson wrote a story "The Lottery" - first published in harper's magazine (which instantly conjures up the sort of 1800's nostalgia brand for me in a way - Mark Twain and all that- which Kara uses to sugar coat the pill (though I can tell you sucked on it too long, I know I have)
ALso there's a story by Ursula K Leguin about a Utopian society that exists at the price of having to live with a child being tortured perpetually in the basement somewhere.
Walk away from the waterboard.
I am that child, making folk art fuh thuh masses. Therefore, and thusly I identify with thuh uh undahpinnins uhf thuh ahg-u-ment.
Mark Twain? Gimme Johnny Twain from Letterman. ;-)
ReplyDeleteWeird stuff this!
ReplyDeletewhen i fers saw dis i i ecenlrecenly rea americas oles living confererate///widow tells all-there is nothing like the burned lady,in that ol book-so ,with a couple of nine yr olds,it was cutting-nows it doesnt seem as it was
ReplyDeleteoh webthing, if your're reading..
ReplyDeleteThomas Demand at 303 Gallery in 3 days...
(you asked about td a few posts ago).
Let them eat Yellowcake!
--Your Pal Val
just a re-examination of what a
ReplyDeleteHouse Niger these dayz might mean.
I don’t find Walker’s silhouette stuff all that angry actually. ‘Black humor’ springs to mind – predictably - but filtered through dated children’s illustration and comic strips it seems playful as much as provocative. A bit like say, Angela Carter’s Company of Wolves.
ReplyDeleteI get the sense she’s using race and slavery to talk about other things, history and myth and childhood superstition. I mean it’s definitely in the mix, but not, like full on ANGER!.
And the sexual stuff always looks like contemporary concerns projected onto black slave stereotypes, to me.
Maybe that’s why some older black artists object to it – because it’s not angry or direct enough – it gets too cute with history, when it should be tracking that stuff a lot further forward.
But I like the way it seeps into these other areas.
Black Legacy Images intent is to promote normally difficult dialog between races through sharing debasing images of America's history. In the course of this dialog, Black Legacy Images ultimate aspiration is to have all Americans embrace America's abhorrent history, which would allow America's entire history to be told.
ReplyDeletesho nuff
sure let's not talk about the pain. and how it is passed from generation to generation.
ReplyDeletei was going to say in my last post--before the earthquake rattled and i hit enter in case I had to run--my experience is that the pain does not go away. it is not healed. you just learn to live with it. so in these works. you can twist it and poke it and try to make it mean something else.
no where to run
Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
ReplyDeleteBY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR.
hey hey hey!
ReplyDeleteis the idea that pain does not go away moralistic? dont think so. arent narratives moralistic by definition? i have no story
ReplyDeletepain is immortal and immoral.
ReplyDeletecthulhu f'taghn!
a visitor here may ponder whether modern revolutionaries, in divesting themselves of traditional technique, purchased expressive freedom at the cost of soulful complexity.
You cannot go against nature
ReplyDeleteBecause when you do
Go against nature
It's part of nature too
Our little lives get complicated
It's a simple thing
Simple as a flower
And that's a complicated thing
No new tale to tell
No new tale to tell
No new tale to tell
AHHHH
My world is your world
People like to hear their names
I'm no exception
Please call my name
Call my name
No new tale to tell
No new tale to tell
No new tale to tell
AHHHH
When you're down
It's a long way up
When you're up
It's a long way down
It's all the same thing
No new tale to tell
No new tale to tell
my father fathered a black son.i did not visit him.when i wwas there.my son is a ...fan of all that is gangsta.or part of it.i cannot see making art of it.this is a difficult thing.show it once,ok show it over and over...can you get tough on a tough thing?soon enough,it has less resonance.dont touch it too much.
ReplyDeleteas far as this work oes,it is watery and certainly is not the ax that cracks the frozen sea inside us-(kafka to,not plagiarize)tho i'm sure all you folks already know
ReplyDeleteyea totally thats some waetry stuff ax it all !
ReplyDeleteSo to all the people stealing beats (You're fakin the funk)
To the crossover rapper with the pleats (You're fakin the funk)
To all the chumps that's claiming the streets (You're fakin the funk)
Fronting incredible feats (You're fakin the funk)
To the girl acting like a prostitute (You're fakin the funk)
Wearing that hooker type suit (You're fakin the funk)
To the rapper with the big space suit (You're fakin the funk)
To the artist that doesn't pay dues (You're fakin the funk)
what's this shit about fakin a funk?
ReplyDeleteCrossover's just another border to cross.
Funk's for all the planets man.
Axes are for grindin
and yo i'm sure all you folks already
what's this shit about fakin a funk?
yo no rush, i'd appreciate if
ReplyDeleteyou could show me how to
fillet an edge. in c4d.
That's a fuckin axe i can't handle.
...so no rush, how was that
ReplyDeletephotoshop battle at yerba buena?
Is it over now? Was anyone left standing?
I miss the warm embrace I felt
ReplyDeleteFirst time you touched me
Secure and safe in open arms
I should have known youd crush me
A snake you were when we met
I loved you anyway
Pulling out your poisoned fangs
The venom never goes away
Serpent swims free in my blood
Dragons sleeping in my veins
Jacky| speaking with tongue
Roach egg laying in my brain
Once stalked beneath your shadow
Sleepwalking to the gallows
Im the sun that beats your brow in
Til I finally threw the towel
Never knowing if Id wake up in a
Whirlpool got redundant
My brain was just some driftwood
In a cesspool I became dead
]from a rock star to a desk fool
Was my destiny someone said
Loves a tidepool
Taste the waters lifes abundant
Taste me
Cant say whats on my mind
ReplyDeleteCant do what I really feel
In this bed I made for me
Is where I sleep,i really feel
I warn you of the fate
Proven true to late
Your tongue twist perverse
Come drink now of this curse
And now I fill your brain
I spin you round again
My poison fills your head
As I tuck you into bed
You feel my fingertips
You wont forget my lips
Youll feel my cold breath
Its the kiss of death
cinema 4d is for lightweights and pros with jobs in broadcast or some shit.
ok im on strike. pencils down people.
ReplyDeleteNow take that’s wheats andAnd ghost rate to the tub.Butt-first may Ike issue, Mile it tolls wheat love?
ReplyDeleteMy brown shook her buoy with the bloobery I's
Miled A’s mile sew eyed it stretched the sky—
Ike hissed his cheek candy taste Ted sews wheat,
Then night earned on the Watt her
And wash dim off clean!
But, then, let it smash-to-grab, the pickled pocket, the confundere scam, the Spanish Prisoner, the Nigerian 417, the pigeon's drops, the two-knock shuffle, the gas and go, the eat and run, the drop and gobble, boiler-room stock & bond sales, three card Montague, dirty the pool (and often I have), cups and balls, off-books accounting, oral swordfight, Bolognese hockey, ballot-box stuffing, two-fisted love-- to be freely French, the list goes on and on for nearly 21 and one-half miles (rendered in 12 point New Courier fontage.)or, that will have had been the case upon the temporal dislocation velocitator.
ReplyDeleteit's easy to forget how to hold the axe.
ReplyDeleteSometimes on the ex, somtimes on the y,
and sometimes on the z, but you know,
once you grab a handle,
you can find a way to grind.
even if you don't fillet.
someone said institutional and that's what i think too.
ReplyDeleteI guess it is saying what the established art universe wants it to say. Doesn't transcend much, gets wrapped up in politics and race relations. As opposed to somebody like Bob Thompson maybe.
ReplyDeleteI'm saying what everyone probably knows because you all know a lot more than me. Anyways I'm not very creative enough to be funny about it. But that's what I think about her.
By the way I really like this page. Found it randomly but it's really nice to hear all your educated opinions.
Could anybody give me some contemporary painters you really like? I've been looking but they're so hard to find sometimes. I kind of like Merlin James ... if anybody would be willing to give SINCERE reccomendations, I would really appreciate it.
Thank you.
fred, minnesota
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ReplyDeleteJpegCritic - what are your thoughts on the Thomas Demand?
ReplyDeleteDemand’s model-making has stepped back a little from more obvious materials and techniques with this series, and I keep wondering when he’s going to include figures. But they still have that weird space/volume thing, especially the close ups of the desk tops.
ReplyDeleteThe Yellow Cake/WMD theme which comes with this stuff – based on a notorious African embassy in Rome – I suppose is meant to echo the artifice – one big conspiracy, right? Only the embassy is real – there is such a place – so the level of authenticity is not strictly ‘Yellow Cake’ or bullshit and I couldn’t really go along with Demand’s demands there.
Unless the equation is really, diplomacy = lies, which seems fair enough, but kind of spoils the specifics of this embassy.
(this in JPEG's absence)
No-where,
ReplyDeleteWhile I don't really dole out too much of my
mental energy toward Demand's subject matter,
I do respond to the way he elegantly traverses
differing systems of representation.
And of course, there's the 'no-fuckin-way'
nature of my reponse to his work... In
this respect, grotto, is just as spectacular
as space simulator, as far as i'm concerned...
The guy can fillet. And has a great handle
on lighting, which is where it's at! Not to
mention a way with the blade.
No-where,
ReplyDeleteWhile I don't really dole out too much of my
mental energy toward Demand's subject matter,
I do respond to the way he elegantly traverses
differing systems of representation.
And of course, there's the 'no-fuckin-way'
nature of my reponse to his work... In
this respect, grotto, is just as spectacular
as space simulator, as far as i'm concerned...
The guy can fillet. And has a great handle
on lighting, which is where it's at! Not to
mention a way with the blade.
Subject wise it came off as a bit tongue in cheek to say the least - a reach even - as i heard people nodding towards the Bush regime. Perhaps an effort to meat up the content when simulacra has been explored (as you stated JpegCritic) the gee wiz factor overrides in a very self evident way. But didn't really appreciate the politicalticing up of the Simpsons halloween tonight either. I have similar feeling towards Kara Walker in general - im neither here or there with it. While normally S&M imagery leads me into the work hers locks me out. Maybe my Guilt and Shame o meter is just set to off.
ReplyDeletei could not help but notice how warm and home-y 303 is with its painted walls and wide beer selection, - in contrast to say stark Boones - Bleckner the same evening.
Why go extreme on quantitative analysis? People need a lot of information in order to be successful on equity investment. Not all people have the necessary information. There is an asymmetry in information between counter parties in the stock exchange. Some people make money because of the asymmetry; others lose money because of the asymmetry. Engagements with the enemy may be thought of as "symmetric" if friendly and enemy forces have similar types of forces and capabilities, or "asymmetric" if forces and/or capabilities are significantly dissimilar. Asymmetric engagements with the enemy can create decisive advantages and be extremely lethal, especially if the force being attacked is not prepared to defend itself. Similarly, the joint force must be shielded against an enemy's asymmetric attack.
ReplyDeletez,
ReplyDeletethat's why we have artist types yeah?
To combat the unfair asymmetries of
the world with even crazier geometry.
All of you! Sell your Kara Walker stock
and buy RVBD! You might get rich,
you might get Busted.
Geometry.
Don't say i didn't warn you.
But don't sue me if either Kara Walker
or RVBD tanks. You know the big wheel
keep-a spinning around. Meanwhile don't
miss the funky kicks going down
in the city.
No-Where, sometimes gee whiz just
works! And well, sometimes it doesn't.
Good to hear from your funky self.
the Catskills are nice this time of year
ReplyDeletein this case it worked for me... Art for me can be visual "gee wiz" with out being decorative or carnivalistic, and the HEAVY stuff can lend itself to other medium.
ReplyDeleteDo White men Secretly Have black girl fantasies?
oops: link
ReplyDeleteand there you have it.
ReplyDeleteI'm not rich, and i'm not a dick, z,
but then again that might be
because i refuse to succumb to
asymmetry.... that's a utopian idea,
if that's what you're getting at, z.
The information is there if we
really want it, but what is it
without the means and access?
Nothing more than an http request...
One little pulse of electricity that
can very well be snuffed out by
the drawing of a switch by the
powers that have the brick-and-mortar-mailbox
that functions more like a Flag than
a mailbox... A flag that says:
Fuck with me and die. Typical Alpha.
To own.. A house in the caskills with
a fuckall mailbox, a woman, a slave,
equity, a portfolio that proves your
personal and professional worth....
Against and above others, of course...
That's the whole equation of asymmetry,
isn't it.
Well, I don't really dunno have an
answer to the fact that the math of
that world differs greatly from the
math of our world, but somehow
they somehow inextricably linked.
Are we the veritable quantum physicists of
those old school newtonians who claim(ed)
to POWN the universe -- along with the catskills and ny?
dunno if artists are, but...
quisquilloso -
ReplyDeletethank you!
How are your cat skills, Zip?
ReplyDeletemost peopl need to seek a inhibitory field which emanates from the mobile tips of elongating stolons of colonial hydroids to be identified and analyzed. It extends proximally with decreasing intensity for about 400–700 m and ensures that branching sites occur at appropriate distances along the stolon. The local strengths of inhibition within the field have been measured with a new method which permits high temporal and spatial resolution. Kineticstudies reveal three characteristics. First; inhibition decays. rather rapidly after removal of its source. The Half life is about 30 min. Second, loss of inhibition immediately triggers initiation of future tip formation. "Third, restoration and spreading of inhibition are slow processes, which take 8–24 h to recover 90% of the originul inhibitory levels. In order to keep feeling stuff or something/
ReplyDeleteCall me the breeze
ReplyDeleteI keep blowin' down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
Well there ain't no change in the weather
Ain't no changes in me
And I ain't hidin' from nobody
Nobody's hidin' from me
Oh, that's the way its supposed to be
Well I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well I got that green light baby
I got to keep movin' on
Well I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia
I don't know
Well I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don't love me no one woman
So I can't stay in Georgia long
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
Well now they call me the breeze
I keep blowin' down the road
I ain't got me nobody
I don't carry me no load
Oooh Mr Breeze
Do you like amercan music
ReplyDeleteI like american music
Dont you like american music baby
I want you to hold me
I want your arms around me
I want you to hold me baby
Did you do too many drugs
I did too many drugs
Did you do too many drugs too baby
You were born too late
I was born too soon
But every time I look at that ugly moon
It reminds me of you
It reminds me of you ooh ooh ooh
I need a date to the prom
Would you like to come along
But nobody would go to the prom with me baby
They didnt like american music
They never heard american music
They didnt know the music was in my soul baby
You were born too soon
I was born too late
But every time I look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music
We like american music
I like american music baby
Do you like american music
We like all kinds of music
But I like american music best
Baby you were born too late
And I was born too late
But every time I look at that ugly lake
It reminds me of me
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music
It reminds me of me
Do you like american music...
Do not inhibit--impeach and imprison
ReplyDeletetwo for tuesday!
ReplyDeleteWake up puppet boy!
Get up puppet boy
You got a job to do
Even so youre free to go
Where your master tells you to
Listen puppet boy
Before you disobey
Consider that the strings attached
Could make a big change in your ways
Puppet boy
Its the little things that count
Little problems little minds
Little points of view
Puppet boy
Its the little things add up
Getting bigger pull the trigger
Little things like you
Stand up puppet boy
Time to start the show
Youd better do some brand new moves
They paid a lot to watch you go
No!
Whats that puppet boy
Dont tell me what to do
Whats that puppet boy
Im not a freak like you
Whats that puppet boy
Ill move when I want to
I cant hear you puppet boy
Now dance dance dance
Stay out of bed
Unless you wanna get wet
Im a boy not a toy
And Im not through yet
Stay out of bed
Unless you wanna get wet
Now wake up puppet boy
Listen puppet boy
Youre not a robot slave
Consider that no strings attached
Could ever make you misbehave
Puppet boy
Its the little things in life
Little problems little minds
Little points of view
Puppet boy
Its the little things that count
Getting bigger pull the trigger
Little things like you
Now wake up puppet boy!
It's not where you start - It's where you start again.
ReplyDeleteNew York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
I've observed this about New York:
ReplyDeleteWhen one interacts with people of a certain
set -- one gets the feeling that they're
expected to exhibit either a hopeful buoyancy
or a jaded bitterness, or are expected to at least
be in the process of joining one of those camps.
Never in between...
When you show indifference, it's like a big
question mark unfurls across their brow, as if
something's has suddenly slid beyond all
understanding.
There are other settings, though. You can spend
an afternoon shootin street skelly and not
have to worry about what the ants of
manhatt-en might think -- and still keep
your personal goals.
go ahead rationalize , monkeys do it too !
ReplyDeleteits not where your at its where your from
ReplyDelete...too much
Ah too many people, too much -- a ha hah
Too much, too many people, too much, rrrrrrrah
A man's on a ledge, says he's gonna jump
People gather round, said, "He won't he's just a chump"
Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed
His mortgage is due and his marriage is through
He says he ain't gonna pay no child support
Because the bitch left him without a second thought
He got nothin to eat, no shoes on his feet
She even left his clothes, out in the street
He keeps hearin noises when he's at home
He always hears voices when he's all alone
His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
In this man's world, so much for women's lib
Artists: Please share your positive/negative experiences with critics, curators, and galleries.
ReplyDeleteComments from those with direct experience only, please.
www.terradaily.com/reports/Computers_Learn_Art_Appreciation_999.html
ReplyDeletealways down for something a bit demanding. everyman reality stripped for the pensive to baulk at.
ReplyDeletei love you and because i do my skies have changed from grey to blue,blue rosebuds....blue rosebuds
ReplyDeletean numb,dont check ouy james becalmed video of the blogger show-what made this dude think he should be a videographer-dear lord this is some boring stuff,soporificarama
ReplyDeleteHa webthing. Thats pretty cool
ReplyDeleteis it painted with ladies make-up products? looks a little revlon. i used to think that women were truly the unknown painters with their incredible daily mixing of color to supplant mood and shape, painting their own faces, nails daily, unbelievable. I wanted to do portraits of some of them with the same make-up products but never did. Maybe now someone will. Have you seen some old ladies cake it on, impasto masters (slightshock). This was all years ago. Borrowed my then girls lipsticks (got in trouble) and did the draw on the mirror thing, superglide and such color like an oil pastel gone crazy. You can really get some amazing colors at the counter, amazing colors really, but will they last on canvas, no, and who in the hell can afford them, so much for so little. Loreal has a really bizarre art science color research prize each year, last time i looked which was a while back some japanese scientist won by discovering that the color in butterfly wings is caused from the way light is refelcted in the molecular structure of them and not from any pigment. hence the new path for creating structural color in various nano-industries. the industry femme really is on the greatest quest for color in the contemporary world no doubt. painters buy and mix. But there are more women with color on their faces than the 'painters'. Waaaay more. Kara Walker paints like a female, that much can be said. No bad thing, just a thing to notice. Possibly. Here comes another wack comment from webthing. Most non-artist ex-girlfriends, when i encourage them to draw, end up for some reason drawing organic curves and then smudging it with their finger.
ReplyDeleteIf I wasnt on strike I;d dddd
ReplyDeletesay say say
nay!
Sweet chariot sweet sweet sweet chariot
cherry bomb in the plumbing destroys the schools infrastructure, as far as water goes.
Could the guggenheim withstand such an assault?
Why show Kara Walker trasnitional type work when you could let her sit for a bit?
Timeliness is next to godliness I guess.
Why is Kara walkers tone redlined at shrill? What makes it good? The bodies? The concept? The grade school cut outs shoddily pasted to white grounds? the heavy chitlin' handed two fisted punch of bombast and hypothyroidism?
Recall Mike Kelley and his stomach churning high school recollection, witht he womens auxilliary to the suppository club, or some shit like that.
Same dealio, exept MK got nothing but aging candy raver's as fans now.
Kara needs to go tot he JZ school of rapz, maybe make some art with a writer, because her truthy one liners read like hallmark cards for bubba and mamie.
I mean I work hard at the shit she does easy, and it looks hard, when it should be easier, at least with the near cannonization with the show at the whitney castel uptown.
I mean the old work, but what if you could do it all over again? WOuld you get denguey fever over the new stuff it it was the old stuff and the old stuff was shaking and baking?
No, youd cook up, take a nother hit of Oprah and quit. Take it to the bridge.
If I get there before you do
Coming for to carry me home
I'll cut a hole and pull you through
Coming for to carry me home
Matisse used to smudge his lazy curves as well, especially after about 1928.
ReplyDeleteOnly confirming Webthing's observation.
Life Doesn’t Frighten Me
ReplyDeleteShadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don’t frighten me at all
Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn’t frighten me at all.
I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won’t cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don’t frighten me at all.
That new classroom where
Boys all pull my hair
(Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls)
They don’t frighten me at all.
Don’t show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I’m afraid at all
It’s only in my dreams.
I’ve got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
i guess one persons shrill is another persons funny.
ReplyDeleteThe question of transcendence. Refusal is multiform; transcendence is one. Faced by modern discontent and incited by it to bear witness, human history is quite simply the history of a radical refusal which invariably carries transcendence within itself, which invariably tends towards self-negation. Although only one or two aspects of this refusal are ever seen at a time, this can never successfully conceal the basic identity of dictatorship by God, monarch, chief, class or organization. What idiocy it is to evoke an ontology of revolt. By transforming natural alienation into social alienation, the movement of history teaches us freedom in servitude: it teaches us both revolt and submission. Revolt has less need of metaphysicians than metaphysicians have of revolt. Hierarchical power, which has been with us for millennia, furnishes a perfectly adequate explanation for the permanence of rebellion, as it does of the repression that smashes rebellion.
My Complement, My Enemy, My Oppressor, My Love
Being at the top means never losing your cool, not even when its not cool, or like when cool means dated. But if you can make it personal, like Takashi Murakami, who is so personal and autobiographical like when he uses mushrooms to represent his drug experiences as a teenage Yakuza. Murakami lost his right pinkey to a gangster tanto because he failed to make his quota, but he got the finger bqack and had it re-attached. But still, he lost some motor fucntion and feeling in the finger and that hurt a lot. Me, I'm a nobody, probably a narcissist, but not in an interesting way, just a pedantic way. My story isn't that interesting, I'm imagining my audience now, in a self reflexive modernist way, and also in a postmodernist contingent way. To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
ReplyDeleteTo the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.
In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more,
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
And with cold streel, odour on their bodies mad a move to connect,
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.
I did everything, everything I wanted to,
I let them use you for their own ends,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
you are all, I trust familiar with what is called meta-tech or super-tech There are aspects to this more exotic technology that can not be explained by our understanding of fundamential interactions.those who stody such things wonder if meta technology uses some wildly different principles. Assume for the moment that this theory is crrect. Even so, our meta/ technology still relies on and is based partly in our undersstanding of electromagietism--much lick our ability to manipulate the strong and weak; interaction. Electromagnetism remains the key to the advanced technology of this. or was understood,
ReplyDeleteNever go with a hippy to a second location
ReplyDeleteTough to determine a box of Laura Lynn brand “Georgia Crackers” with a picture of a Valdosta, Georgia plantation on the back, complete with Spanish moss-drenched live oaks (and delicious Georgia Cracker snack ideas); a poster of a Pieter Breugel painting, The Netherlandish Proverbs (1559); Greek Chocolate candy and candy display with choco-baby mascot; Porgy and Bess and Ink Spots record sets; and a very funny inkjet print of an illustration of a Christian black family overlaid with a second print of a Black Panther party militant colouring book was flummoxed. The whole show was so turgid.
ReplyDeleteTurgid, Not to be confused with Turbidity is a cloudiness or haziness of a fluid, or of air, caused by individual particles (suspended solids) that are generally invisible to the naked eye, similar to smoke in air.
ReplyDeleteTurbidity in open water is often caused by phytoplankton and the measurement of turbidity is a key test of water quality. The higher the turbidity, the higher the risk of the drinkers developing gastrointestinal diseases,
being in a state of distension : swollen, tumid turgid limbs; especially : exhibiting turgor2: excessively embellished in style or language : bombastic, pompous turgid prose
I see PNYC gets mentioned in this month’s AiA, courtesy of Ed Winkleman. He’s on a panel of popular art bloggers there, hosted by Plagens. Ed claims there are young painters that take what we say here to heart!
ReplyDeleteI don’t know whether that’s tragic or hilarious.
But Ed seems like an earnest kind of guy – apparently he posts every day!. I mean I know his site, but would I go there like EVERY DAY? What burning, thrilling issue(s) could need a post every single day? I guess he just likes posting stuff basically, but if you think about it, as a blogger, would you go to other blog sites every day? You’d never have time to post your own stuff if you did. Why would you expect others to come to yours so constantly? What matter would need this daily update?
I’m obviously in a minority since Ed and the other bloggers on the panel all get like a zillion hits an hour, leading the acute Plagens to pose the big one – Is There A Buck To Be Made Out Of This Stuff? Or What Good Does It Get You?
Ed is at least realistic enough to acknowledge that blogs come and go all the time, bloggers get bored or distracted, move on to other things. Blogs are not necessarily the road UP or the future.
With the drastic slowing of posts here, I wonder if this exhaustion isn’t catching up with Painter and Diesel? On the other hand maybe we would do better to adjust to a slower tempo.
cap on the one hand timing is everything, and on the other floodgates are floodgates. responding to the condition of history, it would be best that these young painters don't listen so intently. or at least glow in non-acceptance, because that's how it starts in every pack in every animal. painting is a hard life to choose, but an easy one to accept. complusion is paramount. reflecting the times, no. if you refelct back the political ugliness of the world to the same poor drones/middleclass slaves/upperclass guiltyparties who are forced to eat it everywhere else they mediaglance, of course you will confuse yourself with the role art has. i still believe the role of the artist can at times be to show us something natural and valuable, within the techsphere or not, and how this is ongoing. political art can not be the only way out of the current, it's shortsightedness is tiring and often best solved with other more proactive means. but lets not discount the power of the sublime image, sorry. something other than the standard complicit "you're guilty for destruction, human" catchphrase is often the enervating alternative needed to put people in a position to smile and keep working. people know this. undying robot's will love us and adjudicate soon anyway, when the human was a blip on the cosmic spark. supreme efficiency and reason seems to be the goal of all life, WITH A BUCKET OF DECORATIVE ASPECTS ALONG THE WAY, thanks to the sex factor, but like someone said earlier (by the way i really like the poems and lyrics posted here) (wo)man did not make the computer, whatever electromagnetic manipulative charge that made all life (including(wo)man) is making the computer, get it? the human hand is a conduit for a spark we have searched in vanity for, yet it is still there. undeniable. all the beckett's waiting for... but it's already there. waiting for the right word to describe it might be more apt. so 'god' was crap. ok no problem. let's just go with hal. we are only a notch on the scale. but if we hold out long enough maybe we might just get to chill with our own r2d2's. Just ask Natasha Vita-Moore and the transhumanists, they seem to have died down a little...
ReplyDeleteand when i wanna cool down
i'll drink a campari soda
and hope for a good painting
to share in my soul,.
An Effervescing Elephant with tiny eyes and great big trunk once whispered to the tiny ear the ear of one inferior that by next June he'd die, oh yeah!
ReplyDeletebecause the tiger would roam.The little one said: "Oh my goodness I must stay at home! and every time I hear a growlI'll know the tiger's on the prowl
and I'll be really safe, you knowthe elephant he told me so."Everyone was nervy, oh yeah!and the message was spreadto zebra, mongoose, and the dirty hippopotamuswho wallowed in the mud and chewedhis spicy hippo-plankton foodand tended to ignore the word preferring to survey a herd
of stupid water bison, oh yeah! And all the jungle took fright,and ran around for all the day and the nightbut all in vain, because, you see,the tiger came and said: "Who me?! You know, I wouldn't hurt not one of you.I'd much prefer something to chewand you're all too scant." oh yeah!
He ate the Elephant?>
god is an idea of something with a pure and untainted sense of justice and reason, unlike ourselves, carrying our higher sense of morality in our more recent cerebral cortexes, but haunted by the prehistoric beast that still dwells within (the ancient brain reptilian pineal gland, i mean we call our old brain a gland of all things, and its sitting atop your own spine being the very tainted router for all the higher ideals that have to pass through it to the body). Original sin. That's why I love the appendix, this stale organ that was once vital, sitting there inside your body in the evolutionary waiting room (those who haven't had it removed) and it's like "hey guys, remember me?". And we're like "nope, dude, totally don't know what you're talking about". The herbivores are like it was for breaking down leaves because we're not meat eaters, our stomach acids are weak and our teeth are blunt, and the carnivores are like it was for breaking down raw meat, if you don't shutup i'll show you what i mean.
ReplyDeleteWhen you let your mind wander beyond the boundary of sanity, and then you come back, forced because the toaster went off and you have to go and spread the peanut butter, it gives you a complex appreciation of the absurdity of daily life, and if possible, you understand how to flow with the great cosmic passage, and maybe in your own way, you find a way to imbue what you paint with that vortex the mind can wander into. Thats what i'm lookin for. Sometimes. Most times. Too much is too much. Don't forget to wipe your ass. Sit under a tree more often. Go on a picnic. Scientific reality remains disjunct from daily life, complex is the negotiation between the intellect and the laughter. But one day, the idea of god might be possible, our old friend hal. But as we've been shown, even he might be plagued by the same disastrous ends of eternally upgrading the same piece of hardware (ie/ evolution). Redundant parts, the selfish jealous and proud beast, a real spanner in the works. But futurefear is as old as the hills, it always turns out a lot different.
I've been looking at a lot of drawings by modernist architects recently, the 1939 exhibition of a city in the year 2000, they banished the decoration in favour of clean lines to avoid the folly of the upper class, and created a sterile concrete world to be skated and graffiti'd over, the funniest thing is not one future plan had much of a garden in it. What is the reality now, green is a marketers dream. Green and blue are the future equity. So they were wrong, and so was Kubrick. And so am i.
Did someone see just a little bit too much of Control maybe?
ReplyDelete'You'll see the horrors of a faraway place,
Meet the architects of law face to face.
See mass murder on a scale you've never seen,
And all the ones who try hard to succeed.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
This is the way, step inside.
And I picked on the whims of a thousand or more,
Still pursuing the path that's been buried for years,
All the dead wood from jungles and cities on fire,
Can't replace or relate, can't release or repair,
Take my hand and I'll show you what was and will be.'
Atrocity Exhibition - the song
Web 2.0 is awesome, both on a personal level ($) and in the sense that its another bubble that, unlike the art bubble has real substance and value. Trust me. Oh yes, trust me.
ReplyDeleteWhat fonts are popular? Sans serif or retro serif (seventies) Rounded warm and inviting. Homey. Techno is out. Too many hangovers.
Sweaters and shit. My roomate almost beat me and my bougie sweater up. Look at you in your boogie sweater he said. Well, that's class warfare right there. If I had real money I'd move into a condo. Bougie. I just can;t paint with windsor newton student grade. I just cant. But dont let it stop you. I am an idiot, signifying nothing. And I am a failed artist. Failed like the dying embers of the last forest fire. Dead like a cold trillion year old meteorite trapped in ice beyond the interstellar meniscus or whatever.
god is a concept by which we measure our pain--i feel like screaming--
ReplyDeleteGrace, a piece of God transplanted into man, outlived its Donor. Secularized, abandoning theology for metaphysics, it remained buried in the individual's flesh like a pace-maker, an internalised mode of government. When Freudian imagery hangs the monster Superego over the doorway of the ego, its fault is not so much facile oversimplification as refusal to search further for the social origin of constraints. (Reich understood this well.) Oppression reigns because men are divided, not only among themselves, but also inside themselves. What separates them from themselves and weakens them is laos the false bond that unites them with power, reinforcing this power and making them choose it as their protector, as their father.
"Mediation", says Hegel, "is self-identity in movement." But what moves can lose itself. And when he adds "it is the moment of dying and becoming", the same words differ radically in meaning according to the perspective in which they are placed: that of totalitarian power or that of the total man.
As soon as mediation escapes my control, every step I take drags me towards something foreign and inhuman. Engels painstakingly showed that a stone, a fragment of nature alien to man, became human as soon as it became an extension of the hand by serving as a tool (and the stone in its turn humanised the hand of the hominid). But once it is appropriated by a master, an employer, a ministry of planning, a management, the tool's meaning is changed: it deflects the action of its user towards other purposes. And what is true of tools is true for all mediations.
Just as God was the supreme arbiter of grace, the magnetism of the governing principle always draws to itself the largest possible number of mediations. Power is the sum of alienated and alienating mediations. Science (scientia theologiae ancilla) converted the divine fraud into operational information, organised abstraction, returning to the etymology of the word: ab-trahere, to draw out of.
just make your text blink using
ReplyDeletetextDecoration = 'blink'; and those guys'll
believe your some sort of web 2.0 Ajax god...
Just tel 'em your cousin in Belgium is
using his cel phone to turn the letters
on and off as an art statemeent and soon
you'll be swimming in sennelier white.
abstraction - drawing blood from the stone
ReplyDeleteweb 2.0 - templates for the generic flattening of style
facebook - aka 'stalkers delight'
the best thing to paint right now is not the war, though i came across marcaccio's giant dutch street painting from last year and kinda paused on it
it just needed a projector throwing the light of the lizard on it,
its a jungle. its unfair. justice is perverted. rare moments of real grace are to be forever savored. there is a little good in the heart of the human beast, just more than the lion, but not as much as the elephant.
but when the sun goes out, who's gonna attempt to perpetuate the life of earth? none but the tragic, vile, horny and sometime graceful human beast (by then fully machinized). nomen.
Hegirl don't bother me
ReplyDeleteAn everathang is everathang
ReplyDeleteafter the deluge
ReplyDeletestuck in the mud
my legs won't move
my arms flailing
what have i said
the couch foam
pokes through the split
outside a man whistles
nothing is contained
but language seeks containers
pack it in nice and sweet
it'll pop later
- george faceplant
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ReplyDeleteTheres a huge market for inspirational and motivational speakers right now. Gurus. Ram Das and DT Suzuki, Alan Watts and Joseph Campbell. Do you have a Guru?
ReplyDeleteimaginaraye!
at it will show up on your doorstep with a murderous gleam in its eye. That's been my experience.
I'm pretty conflicted about my desire for cash, as you know.
Critiks realized, followed and taught by our Rishis,;Munis, Alwars and Great Ancestors who tread the Vedic Path are being presented in crisp and direct essence packages to be understood by the common man of.. today's society, thus authored by great scholars who experienced the depths of those nectar oceans from their acharyas in a* Traditional manner. This Yagnam has been blessed by HH Sri Periya Jeeyar/ Swamiji in association with Nyaya vedantha Vidwan U.Ve. Sriman T.K.Gopalacharya Swami and Kavi Rathna U.Ve. Sriman Gudimella Ramanujacharya Swami.
ReplyDeleteBe like the squirrel girl, Be like the squirrel.
ReplyDeleteGive it a whirl, girl Be like the squirrel....
Drink cheap beer but always strive for perfection.
Rembrandt white will do when Sennelier isn't available.
But never stoop down to Winton.
Money's your friend so long as he ain't your honey.
Lyrics are messages from God.
Just imagine your life playing with a soundtrack.
A tabernacle measures two-and-a-half by four by
half-and-inch and it always comes with cheap earbuds.
Invest in new ones. Salvation's worth the cash.
Young students. If you are students,
talk to each other. Don't waste your
time on blogs. Drop the attitude and
talk to each other. It's not a competition
amongst yourselves. Conspire to make
more money to buy headgear.
Brahman is in the constant service of Parabrahman. Parabrahman, along with innumerable liberated souls, resides in the all-pervading Akshar. Parabrahman is eternally divine, with a form, supreme, the cause of all causes, controller, inspirer, illuminator and redeemer. He pervades and controls Jiva, Ishwar, Maya and Brahman." Satisfied with Muktanand Swami's exposition, Nilkanth decided to settle in Loj,
ReplyDeleteTyler Green kicks on the speaker's circuit.
ReplyDeleteWe're saving up to send him to Pakistan.
And Sita's a hot little piece
ReplyDeleteyo I'd do her like Ravana
while Hanuman and Rama
do monkey on Lanka.
-yours truly Surpanakha
Oh and don't soil your
ReplyDeleteSennelier white unless
you're good and ready.
Or unless you're made of money.
You oil boys!
ReplyDeleteKara Walker is good. I enjoyed the show.
ReplyDeleteyou mean the whiteney? Because the other one left me wondering if she should be showing at andrew Kreps with captain beefheart or something. Must be nice to go outside and stuff. Hey hey were the monkeys people say we monkey around whats that sound can you smell that sound? I think its the sound of Kara Walker courageously changing course to great acclaim. At least locally. Get off the raft! Dive into the sea! Crystal ships on the bongwater! Racism can be interstellar cant it? Whys it allus gotta be antubelluballum or whatever. History is dead. Everyone eats off of de-electrified Nazi cutlery. Or at least insulated. Dont cut the fat or the felt you will just make a mess.
ReplyDeleteThe Sikkema-Jenkins stuff looked like she was going Erte, skipping the next legs of the long race and plunging the feminine(ist) deep into decorative servitude. Time to chill or inure, maybe.
ReplyDeleteDon’t know about Beefheart but Cpt Wesselman heave to, nymphs off the port bow.
Wait what the hell do you mean keep in mind that you lose your lemon law rights if the problem you are experiencing is the result of your modification to or your alteration, abuse or neglect of the vehicle.
ReplyDeleteInformation about the lemon law and how to assert your rights should be found in your owner's manual.Do your best,
Thanks bathe. I learnt something. I didn't know what a 'lemon law' meant. Why 'lemon' in the first place? As in 'it's a lemon!'. So cute !
ReplyDeleteAs to the post a few back re: attraction. You have let the cat out of the bag. Did you know this one: Anti-war protesters are actually attracting the idea of more war. The moment it becomes confrontational you're attracting what you are trying to rid off. You are giving your detractors reason to react.
I've often thought how you stop war.
I can only come up with stop fighting. But who listens to that kind of logic. People don't want to hear that. I mean where is the submission in that. Where's the right? Where's the wrong? Where's the good? Where's the bad? Where is the Ugly?
Whoops! Spotted the Ugly, spinning the carnival in the Absence of Evil
Hmmm, food for thought!
Life in not without its divergent experiences, right cap!
What else: Oh yeah, there was a swipe @ the good stuff. A typical swipe. my suggestion is 'attraction'. What you reject you get! Bring it on!
Oh, the thought!
Have a good one.
Hey CP -->That's what that video that zip linked to is all about. "The Secret". Me and the little girl watched it. She netflixed it cus she wanted to know the secret, you know like you do when you are 15.
ReplyDeleteBasically the video tells you, if you are negative, youll attract negativity. So just be happy instead. That's the secret.
Me and the little girl kinda laughed because we prefer to enjoy the misery. It all seems to be around us whether we laugh or cry.
The dialectic of decay and supersession is the dialectic of dissociated and unitary space-time (l). The new proletariat carries within itself the realisation of childhood, which is its space-time (2). The history of separations is slowly resolved at the end of "historic" history (3). Cyclical time and linear time. - Lived space-time is space-time in transformation, and the role's space-time is that of adaptation. - The function of the past and of its projection into the future is to outlaw the present. Historical ideology is the screen that comes between the will to individual self-realisation and the will to construct history; it prevents them joining up and merging (4). The present is the space-time to be constructed; it entails the correction of the past.
Whats the situation man? I couldnt go out in the rain to see art not timely. No time. can;t do itr. Well I guess that makes me a poor art lover but a great something else. Thats the way the cookie crumbles. I could go nowhere. I could fucking kick ass. I dont know what if anything art is supposed to do for your immortal soul, but I guess I could do anything right now and here I am sitting in the dark with only the glow of the CRT to light my way through the dark interstellar void. That an a lamp. I have the computer and a lamp lighting my way through the existential night. One thing or another, John Ashebury is the poet lauriate of MTVU - thats the core demographic as far as Im concerned. College kids got the world at their feet and yet some of them choose to spit on the masters hand and eschew meaningless summer internships for real work making real stuff for real people. Not very prestigious, I know, an dof course futile and ubiquitous. WHy bother? No, its better to carry the torch of enlightenment to all the thatched huts of the lowest common denominator, kicking off a firestorm that could light the ass birthed diamonds of the the bourgeoise on fire.
ReplyDeleteAll I need is a torch to light my way, along with my lamp and the afore mentioned computer monitor. This whole dealio has been a riff on race, and of course you got it.
Not the best but I;m just blowing off steam. I;m sure half of my imagined audience isn;t real and the other is annoyed, with the thrid half being much as my self, annoyed with annoyance and wishing for the apocalypse, so long as it stops before dinner.
Why pay attention to the art of other fellow travelers on the road to narcissistic entropy? Us decaying leptons and muons and other smaller particles identified only by metaphorical colors and flavors. We, life savers on the road to nowhere, casting our candy coated tchotchkies out beyond the lime light into the hinterlands of backwards nowhere.
But beyond that, even, what if you could hire a life coach to get you back on the path to righteous hedonism and intellectual rigour? I'm talking here about hiring a human being to take your hand and give you what no parent could, a killer lifestyle with fabulous parties. Are you dumb? Are you serious? Me too.
"I'm much more important than a McDonald's commercial," she said, her confidence renewed.
Looking for someone to curate your life? Need a personal concierge whose expertise is not picking up dry-cleaning but helping chose your wardrobe, your tastes, your friends? Ms. Storr calls herself a personal manager, but her duties go far beyond that. Her clients, all of them men, pay monthly fees of $4,000 to $10,000 to have her be their personal decider in nearly all things lifestyle-related.
Wonder if whe works pro bono.
"Look to the right of you, look to the left of you the famously tough Griswold was known' to advise first-year students: One of you isn't going to be here by the end of the year. harvard pioneered the Socratic mnethod of cased studies emulated by all other law schools: a combative intellectual exercise requiring students to counter torrents of relentless questions designed to drive them into a corner, much likre the kind the devilish kingsf;ield asked. And much like those they might encounter from justices of an appellate court.
ReplyDeleteIn the days of slavery
Some got to run away and many got done away
Inferiority is what some men say
But that shit played out with Kunta Kinte
Then again in the streets of New York
I think of Yusef Hawkins, and I see you'e still stalkin
And when I think of barriers like Bensonhurst
Huh, notice how I mentioned hearse
We got to better this world of prejudice
People, make peace, and learn to live equal
Cause I don't look at myself as a
Coon or a mooley that would have to say massa
You better believe that I'm an asiatic descendant
And I know what's been amended and intended
So let's fulfill and get real, and try to build
a united nation, eliminate segregation
I know there's different strokes for different folks
but I've also acknowledged what hatred provokes
So don't hate me or try to underrate me
Cause I collect ends drive a Benz and live greatly
And we can all live together in harmony
Without thinkin what color is harmin me
I like to think Bono at least picks his own glasses.
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ITS NEVER OVER
NEVER OVER
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spontaneous resumption of function
No rush this is how i think about it:
ReplyDeleteYou are on a rock. And it happens to be magnetic, right! Magnetic! And you are thinking. But the rock is thinking too. And the rock is thinking rocks. And you are not thinking rocks! Right! You are not thinking rocks! I mean, why would you be thinking rocks? Anyway, you're on the rock and fall asleep and wake up the next morning with rocks in your head. Well, the thing you slept upon is bigger than you so no doubt those thoughts play a bigger part in the next day.
The point is, you only need to laugh because who can pull their head up off the pillow if it were full of rock.
Rocks are for rocks. And the head is for lifting off the pillow. Right! Every day you beat the rock that you sleep on.
Hey, that's comfort, isn't it?
the rock
ReplyDeleteoriginal spaceship number one
imagine if we could fire jet engines off one side of it
and take our rock elsewhere
head for the pillow nebula
what a great joke the universe has provided
laughter is paramount to problem solving
taking things lightly is paramount to taking things seriously
just ask the french
Everything begins and ends at exactly the right place.
ReplyDeletebeam me up!
Accute renal failure.
ReplyDeleteHas a nice ring to it.
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
ReplyDeleteheld for it by a row of ancient trees;
you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight,
one journeying to heaven, one that falls;
and leave you, not at home in either one,
not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses,
not calling to eternity with the passion
of what becomes a star each night, and rises;
and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel)
your life, with its immensity and fear,
so that, now bounded, now immeasurable
it is alternately stone in you and star.
And what Ken Johnson doesn’t know he has well-placed friends to confide to him.
ReplyDeleteshow me a good video Art blog.
ReplyDeleteyr rite crap--no one else like u. the turd didnt make it in the pocket, try again, or not.
ReplyDeletenwm--dont know any good vidart blogs. you should do one. I've been doing a theburg.com marathon. love that show! does jed remind u of anyone??
i had a video blog for a while but im sick of having shit pulled off line.
ReplyDeletelove that 'the burg'. - live the dream. oh wait i already do.
myself i - was a bit busy at the Christies auction brunch today - very little line between secondary and primary markets now - or so i hear. Talk was will Sotheby's ever recover from past night.
crazys all we got right now.
* As I see it, yes
ReplyDelete* Ask again later
* Better not tell you now
* Cannot predict now
* Concentrate and ask again
* Don't count on it
* It is certain
* It is decidedly so
* Most likely
* My reply is no
* My sources say no
* Outlook good
* Outlook not so good
* Reply hazy, try again
* Signs point to yes
* Very doubtful
* Without a doubt
* Yes
* Yes - definitely
* You may rely on it
all the morning at the ofice;whither Deane of woolwich came to me and discoursed of the bodey of ships, which I am now going about to understand, and then I took him to the coffee-house, where he was very earnest against Mr. Grant’s repart in favour of Sir W. Petty’s vessel, even to some passion on.., both sides almost. So to the Exchange, and thence home to dinner with my brother, and in the afternoone; to Westminsiter hall, and there found Mrs. Lane, and by and by by agreament we met at the parliament stairs (in my way down to the boat who should meet us but my lady jemimah, who saw me lead her but said nothing to me of her, though I ought to speak to her to see whether she would take notice of it or no) and off to Stangate and so to the king’s Head at Lambeth marsh, and had variety of meats and drinks, but I did so towse her and handled her, but could get nuthing more from her though I was, very near it; but as wanton and bucksome as she is she dares not adventure upon the business, in which I very much commend and like her. Staid pretty late, and so over with her by water, and being in a great Sweat with my towsing of her durst not go home by water, but took coach, and at home my brother and I fell upon des kartes, and I perceive he has studied him well, and I cannot find but he has minded his book, and do love it. this eavening came a letter about business from Mr. coventry, and with it a silver pen he promised me to carry inke in, which is very necessary. So to prayers/ and to bed,
ReplyDeletejulian jaynes theory of the bicameral mind supposes that ancient societies heard voices,their personal god giving them commands,without interruption from the introspective,self aware self-vestigial remains being actual shizophrenics-of course,this all has a lot to do with 'the matrix'and cyber punk,and i went on this thread from searching for "jeremy blake'whose show ill see in dec.and hopper-prob.only reason for dc side fm
ReplyDeleteWorse. One could hardly maintain the courage to be individual, to speak with one’s own voice, for the years in which one could complacently accept oneself as part of an elite by being a radical were forever gone. A. man knew that when he dissented, he gave a note upon his life which could be called in any year of overt crisis. No wonder then that these have been the years of conformity and depression. A stench of fear has come out of every pore of American life, and we suffer from a collective failure of nerve. The only courage, with rare exceptions, that we have been witness to, has been the isolated courage of isolated people.
ReplyDeleteThe unstated essence of Hip, its psychopathic brilliance, quivers with the knowledge that new kinds of victories increase one’s power for new kinds of perception; and defeats, the wrong kind of defeats, attack the body and imprison one’s energy until one is jailed in the prison air of other people’s habits, other people’s defeats, boredom, quiet desperation, and muted icy self- destroying rage.
ReplyDeleteSo you know I've been a soldier in the armies of the night
ReplyDeleteAnd I'll find the fatal error in what's otherwise alright
Something shines around you that seems, to my delight
To give me just a little sweetness...
Just a little sweetness...
Just a little sweetness...
Just a little light.
When you wish upon a star
ReplyDeleteMakes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings to those to love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true
whatever gets u thru the night
ReplyDeleteDisaster . . . it can happen anywhere,
ReplyDeleteBut we've got a few tips, so you can be prepared
For floods, tornadoes, or even a 'quake,
You've got to be ready - so your heart don't break.
Disaster prep is your responsibility
And mitigation is important to our agency.
People helping people is what we do
And FEMA is there to help see you through
When disaster strikes, we are at our best
But we're ready all the time, 'cause disasters don't rest.
The Ropeless Jump Rope.
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Interestingly enough, Stipe and the boys wrote this song after attending a policy debate tournament. They were so impressed with the speed at which policy debaters can make coherent and strong arguments (to those not submerged in debate, it often sounds like gunshots). Hence the frantic pace of the song.
ReplyDeleteStipe also uses some policy debate terms in the song, such as net, which is a stock debate arg that is used to argue that the social net, as it widens, gets bigger holes that allows more people to slip through. (Incidentally, the lyrics are "net", right? ... right., not "neck" - even Stipe admits that) and "tournament of lies refers to the practice of assigning policy debate teams various positions, regardless of their personal agreement with the argument they are making.
Your gaze hits the front of my face. Your voice smacks me upside the head.Ignorance is a treasure of infinite price. The world is your oyster.
ReplyDeleteHer art is loaded with content, my friends; it is so heavy I get anxiety attacks, just looking at the first piece. When I start reading what she writes, it is all down hill from there. She has made a conscious choice to make art that is not as important esthetically; while I love gazing at her watercolors, I know that her real intended meaning is in the silhouettes and writing. It is were the power is and I accept that. Great show to see, but you will need a long time to look at everything. As far as the fee - SUNY PURCHASE students are admitted for FREE!
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