CRAP--an you're frazier and shelly long all rolled into one
Through these networks meaning is produced within a particular person, system, or culture. This meaning then frames and motivates the actions of individuals and groups. A wide array of other elements can actively reinforce or undermine a sequence's meaning; One of the four rafts becomes separated from the others and gets caught in an eddy - There is no beginning, middle or end. The expedition continues........assembled "a ragtag band of volunteers," gave them tools for collaborating, and created the self-organizing, self-correcting, never-finished encyclopedia of the future. An Indian is captured by the explorers, but when he expresses confusion at the sight of a bible, he and his wife are murdered by Gorillas in our Midst (I was so wasted). I was a hippie.I was a dropout I was out of my head - attacking the conventions of film language and naturalistic acting - I was a surfer - I love the smell of napalm in the morning - conventions not dissimilar to the way languages are used to construct meaning in communication - used them in the shot they were required for, and released them afterwards into the fundamental ambiguity jungle.
Beelzebub is commonly described as placed high in Hell's hierarchy; he was of the order of cherubim. She gave no cause of death, but said he had had emphysema. We don't need another hero.
i guess tina's being classy with no commentI heard Ronnie Spector has a new song out called "He Did It" . Sing it Ronnie
To Know Him is To Love HimMy rainy day's bright SunshineLive in fantasyMy heat in the cold of WinterJust so right for meThe Ramones reportedly had to play the opening chord to the song, "Rock and Roll High School", for eight hours straight; years later, Johnny Ramone described Spector as "a little man with lifts in his shoes, the wig on top of his head and four guns". But he also described the session philosophically: "It was a positive learning experience. And that chord does sound really good." Marky Ramone said, "A lot of these things were overblown, and a lot of these things were alcohol-induced."
If you want some loving,that I can give to you.And if you want some hugging,said I can hug some, too.All I want, baby, nowis some thought of youand just a little of your attentionyou know, will see me through.(yes, yes - me through)‘Cause you know, that you’re my kindAnd I want you to forever be mineOW!I idolize you (yes, she idolize you)You know I idolize you (yes, she idolize you)I would like to make love to youWhen the lights are low (yes, yes down low)And I would like to scream to you babyJust so I can let you know (yes, yes you know)And all I want baby nowIs some thoughts of youAnd just a little bit of attentionYou know will see me through (yes, yes me through)‘cause you know that you’re my kindAnd I want you to forever be mineOW!I idolize you (yes she idolize you)You know, I idolize you (yes she idolize you)If you want me to beg to youI’ll forget my pride (yes, yes my pride)I’m not ashamed of you babyAnd I have nothing to hide (yes, yes to hide)‘Cause all I want baby nowIs some small part of youAnd just a little of your attentionYou know will see me through (yes, yes me through)‘cause you know that you’re my kindAnd I want you to forever be mineOW!I idolize you (yes she idolize you)You know, I idolize you (yes she idolize you)Oohhhhhh babyOh I idolize you (yes, she idolize)I know I know I know I know I idolize youOooooh (yes she idolize you)Come onCome onCome on come on come on come on babyYou know I idolize you (yes, she idolize you)Ohhhhhhh
retroactive tapelove throwback continues...
I'm Leaving Baby
My love she speaks like silenceWithout ideals or violenceShe doesn't have to say she's faithfulYet she's true, like ice, like firePeople carry rosesAnd make promises by the hoursMy love she laughs like the flowersValentines can't buy her.In the dime stores and bus stationsPeople talk of situationsRead books, repeat quotationsDraw conclusions on the wallSome speak of the futureMy love she speaks softlyShe knows there's no success like failureAnd that failure's no succes at all.The cloak and dagger danglesMadams light the candlesIn ceremonies of the horsemenEven the pawn must hold a grudgeStatues made of match sticksCrumble into one anotherMy love winks, she does not botherShe knows too much to argue or to judge.The bridge at midnight tremblesThe country doctor ramblesBankers' nieces seek perfectionExpecting all the gifts that wise men bringThe wind howls like a hammerThe night blows rainyMy love she's like some ravenAt my window with a broken wing.
You're no fun. Shalom Bayit. HA HAAAA
I'm banging on my drum, I'm banging on my drumI'm banging on my drum, boy, I'm having lot's of funI'm banging on my drum, Yeah, I'm banging on my drumI'm banging on my drum, now baby, and I'm having lot's of funI'm banging on my drum, I'm banging on my drumI'm banging on my drum, boy, I'm having lot's of funI'm banging on my one, my one, my drum ...Dog's got a bone, all of his ownWednesday morning, middle of the roadCan't help this feeling, of feeling so aloneGotta go home now, dog's got a bone now.Listen you will see, coming on in to meListen you will see, coming on in to meListen you will see that we are climbingListen you will see that we are climbingWish you were here, tied to the pierWords disappear, every time you call meSo won't you come home nowIf you're feeling so alone nowDog's got a bone, all of his own nowListen you will see, coming on in to meListen you will see, coming on in to meListen you will see that we are climbingListen you will see that we are climbingListen you will see, coming on in to meListen you will see, coming on in to meListen you will see that we are climbingListen you will see that we are climbingYeah, do, do, do, do (repeated) Falling on your face with a little white safe
Pedestals are for suckers and romantics.Is this the legend of a liquid brainThat cluster-fuck muscle man who died in the rain?He never guessed that the world would endCrawling off the beach from the sea to the landHow far can a man goCrawling on his elbowsFalling through his windowsHow far can a man goCrawling on his elbowsFalling through his windowsIs this the legend of a liquid brain?You're just a turtle spinning in spaceYou're just a turtle spinning in spaceYou're just a turtle spinning in space(And when you return)With flat packages of stolen goodsIf you don't give them weapons how you gonna get your foodWe never guessed that the world would endDrinking on the beach and we're driving on the land...How far can a man goCrawling on his elbowsFalling through his windowsHow far can a man goCrawling on his elbowsFalling through his windowsIs it true what they sayAbout life when you're dead('Cause I'm going away)Is it true what they sayAbout the curtains that close when you're going away?Is it true what they sayAbout life when you're dead('Cause I'm going away)Is it true what they sayAbout the curtains that close when you're going away?
get fucked,somebody,for christs sake
word, darling. its pathetic aint it?
Now, this here story is the story of John Exczeuter Muthor Smoke,And its for his Mom, its about his Mom,Its about the Chicken Ranch they had in Southern Utah,Any they grown the fingernail of a nun, like I have spoken to youbefore,This song is with love, its for love, its about love, its a negatinglove,Its with hate,its not about hate, its love, love is love,And its about John.E Smoke and his Mom and the baby they had.Johnny was a little lesbian midget boy,but he stood ten foot tall with a thermo-nuclear device.Johnny left home before he was born.A huge Indian teepee had appeared out of Johnnys earlobe,He didnt know why.It spoke French and half-Dutch,Perhaps the teepee was from Belgium,We dont know.All of a sudden Johnny had no reasoningHis life was a tremglescwitchWhat is a tremglescwitch?A way of life that Johnny only knewAnd there was no telling how much he knew or how littleBecause Johnny was a lesbian,A shoplifter,A drag queen,And a surgeon,A heart surgeon of love.Pretty soon Johnny was a Chinese EmporerHe owned seventeen 7-11s which were convenince stores,Known only in the United States.Johnny sold cocaine, marujuana and alcohol,A lot of things Johnny said he didnt understand himself,When a tattoo of Jesus on his chest would occaisionally rise three feetabove his body,And play poker with him,Not knowing what to do,Johnny would bid high,Jesus would raise him a little,Johnny would come back and say,"What have ya got Christ"Christ would say"The Ace of Spades"Johnny was confused againA lot of litagation went downJohnny became a black person,Then an Indian,And wandered through California,Got him a trip.............
who likes to watch?
Who is still awake?
Still havent figured out whats so good about the Seurat drawings. Someone I know who knows a lot said they are some of the best drawings of the 20th cent. but Im not sure why he thought that. Gradation is not granularity folks. N-E-way--my picks for the best work posted 2007 (not the best comments, that would be stupid)..."That's What I call painting": Neo Rausch, Kathe Burkhart, Eliott Hundley & Rebecca Morris. I have to reach back to 12-06 and give props to Thornton Willis--that's a beautiful painting as are all his.
Yeah I don;t get it. Nostalgia for gasslight and fog? Steampunk wannabees? Europhiles? Bustle fetishists? We covered it all to no avail.If you look at the paper though, as i mentioned, you realize it was made on a screen, hand made, out of cotton rag I presume, so maybe theres this idea that the warp and woof or whatever is all innit like belly button lint or toe jam. I mean people do get all metaphorical and poetic, just not me, not now.I had a paper making class that was so dull and uninformative (it was called experimental printmaking materials fetish 101) that the class revolted, much to the consternation of the professor, who's alcoholic husband was the burnout bane of the photography department (go nude get an a - no help there either, and I was scratching into the negative and everything).The upshot being, this is the sort of work small backwater colleges love because it doesn't challenge anything other than maybe your status anxieties and patience.I am clinicly interested in pancreatic enzymes right now. Apparently lack of them causes undigested carbs to ferment in the bowels. This can be extremely painfull to family members (not for me though - I love passing gas more than anything sometimes).
I love the game though, but I guess you have to be a rock star to make a living at it.If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your manYou win some, lose some, it's -all- the same to meThe pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you sayI don't share your greed, the only card I need isThe Ace Of SpadesThe Ace Of SpadesPlaying for the high one, dancing with the devil,Going with the flow, it's all a game to me,Seven or Eleven, snake eyes watching you,Double up or quit, double stake or split,The Ace Of SpadesThe Ace Of SpadesYou know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools,But that's the way I like it baby,I don't wanna live for ever,And don't forget the joker!Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again,I see it in your eyes, take one look and die,The only thing you see, you know it's gonna be,The Ace Of SpadesThe Ace Of Spades
Where the marking media meets the grid of the paper. That's nice and all. it's just that contemporary limitations leave the grid behind. So it seems quaint, dont it?Where are your limitations, and where is your freedom, and where do they meet, and are you in control of that place?Most games really bore me.
no rush, Best post on Seurat's drawing...congradulations emil!!! you win! those drawings have flipped my lid ever since undergrad. They have an incredible command of value and the edge quality between shapes make you see the values as powerful statements thta are nearly colorful. It seems he was able in the drawings to make greys glow with more light than the whites! the lady's dress is like a glowing coal...those fucking edge shifts! Wow. In any other person's drawing the silhouettes would feel fuzzy but in the seurat world of comparison they make such a strong statement. Sorry for the prolonged wet spot on my keyboard but the work is for real this time.Prize: There is no prize for getting it right.happy holidays
Edge quality and value just seems quaint too, and the dress does not seem like a glowing coal. A glowing coal might be of interest. the only thing i like about these drawings is the shimmer. which may have meant something once, but is no longer relevant, seems like a trick. Looking for the trick that defines today. Looking for the place where self meets system.
Since Seurat died in 1891, hard to see how he would figure in 20th century drawing.But fuzz tone can get you depth and volume without line. You grade fine enough you're talking particles of some kind - unless you're into string theory, in which case go straight to Lautrec.
I always wondered who signed up for those handmade paper units.http://www.artnet.com/artwork/424301040/748/ed-ruscha-sunset--pacific-coast-highway.htmlRough, Not and Hot Press!That's like Rip Rig and Panic over there.
Anybody going to bid on the Magna Charta? I'd love to do a drawing on it.he "End of Greatness" is an observational scale discovered at roughly 100 Mpc (roughly 300 million lightyears) where the lumpiness seen in the large-scale structure of the universe is homogenized and isotropized as per the Cosmological Principle. The superclusters and filaments seen in smaller surveys are randomized to the extent that the smooth distribution of the universe is visually apparent. It wasn't until the redshift surveys of the 1990s were completed that this scale could accurately be observed.
may your holliday season be less than totally grim
Please tell me that handmade paper course was not on the west coast.
yea he must have said 19th cuz hes way smarter than me.PCH and sunset. dont we all wish we were there right now? i know i do.eschewing xmas this year and lovin it. may your holiday be allover.
SOmething about the PNW -t he light is a mix of wan greys - blue-grey usually. Right now it's got a bit of purple. Wad it up and throw it away.
I'm with No Rush, put me at the PCH and Sunset and let me hitch north to the county line and I'll be happy.Seurat makes me happy, but not as happy as the Pacific makes me.This blog is dead, almost one month on this post and 231 comments, less than ten a day, better than most for sure, but this thing should be fresh fresh fresh.Maybe there could be guest contributors to help carry the load (I'm sure its not easy). Seurat hoorah hoorah Seurat!
Painter (if you're still paying attention) - just a year-end thank you for all the unseen effort you put into this blog, whatever it's future may be.
for me it means a hand gets a share in the pot for having the lowestcard highest card any jack or winning the hand in the normal pokerfashion so that the pot might get divided from 3 to 7 ways depending on;how many jacks turn up.Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days of auld lang syne? And days of auld lang syne, my dear,And days of auld lang syne.Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days of auld lang syne?We twa hae run aboot the braesAnd pu'd the gowans fine.Sin' auld lang syne.Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,Sin' auld lang syne,Sin' auld lang syne.Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,Sin' auld lang syne.But seas between us braid hae roaredSin' auld lang syne.And ther's a hand, my trusty friend,And gie's a hand o' thine;We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,For auld lang syne.For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,For auld lang syne.ncethat would be the same as having the high hand.while I can;t remember it shedding any direct light on the questionsat issue, for those interested in the subject The Education of aPoker Player by Herbert Yardley, presents an interesting outlook onthe game of poker that was forged in the saloon games of the Old Westwhere he cut his teeth as a house dealer
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I found a game I like
Quaint? No longer relevant?? Seems like a trick??? Since he died in 1891, hard to see how he would figure in 20th century drawing????What? I don't understand any of this. A great drawing is great. It's not relevant? I don't even know what that means. I must not be relevant. There's nothing dated or quaint about this drawing. It is remarkable for transcending a way of making a drawing that should be boring, that should be predictable, contained, oppressively stylized, precious and saccharine. It should be all those things, but it is not. Instead its delicate bits of dust mysteriously align to reveal a kind of toughness rarely seen, at once beautiful and nearly frightening. It's magic.This drawing glows my coal any day of the week.
Conte Crayon Nomi. COnte Crayon. Dated. Quaint. Retorgrade. Memories of backwater vicissitudes and dingy weltenshuangs. If you insist on conte crayon you are as enslaved as as any victorian chimney sweep or boot black.I'm not fundamentally opposed to the reification of the power structure by celebrating the privileged, but clearly, Seraut is no great talent, his pointilist gimick notwithstanding.As I pointed out obliquely earlier, his color theory has precedent in earlier color theories, and his extreme impressionism isn't in fact much more than taking something that existed and making it explicit through sweat - rote repetition is something I detest as an aristocrat . Like sex, a good artist does indeed function as a distiller of spirits - but to mount such a creature upon a pedestal and declair - as many do - that this is in fact a great work of art is to perhaps have one's tastes firmy aligned with the forces of banal conservativism and regressive politics.In short, unless one resorts to my free associative ramblings on granulartity, this sample is deadly dull. And I did see the show. GO downstairs and look at the african stuff. In light of Roberta Smith's recent review of Rodin in Baltimore at the BAM, I must say its a sight more interesting - though thinking of sculpture as 3-dee drawing is a concept that hardly moves me at all.
Eight miles high and when you touch downYou'll find that it's stranger than knownSigns in the street that say where you're goingAre somewhere just being their ownNowhere is there warmth to be foundAmong those afraid of losing their groundRain gray town known for its soundIn places small faces unboundRound the squares huddled in stormsSome laughing some just shapeless formsSidewalk scenes and black limousinesSome living, some standing aloneIce on the wings and we were flyingSand in our eyes but we were seeingBelow us a crowd that wasn't buyingWatching us pass and not believingNo one else has seen the sights that crossed our eyesEverything beyond these purple skiesNo longer gone, we're back againNo longer gone, we were dead but now returnedNo longer gone, though the tides are standing stillNo longer gone, and our bridges are still burningMarks on the floor where we were layingBetter explain what I'm saying
thanks for such an insightful critique! Less an opinion. It is not the artists' sweat but rather her role. Granularity=information. Bechtle is a genius. Conte Crayon is that which lay beneath my skin. LEBEN MIT POP"Criticism will have no effect"Professor Paul P.P. Connoisseur
nice xmas carol zip. never thought of it that way, but it fits.Of course seurat was establishing the tricks of the trade of his time. so I have nothing against him, just wondering how to move it into the present. I was thinking it meant we need to establish our own tricks, but like games, I get tired of the tricks. The whole thing is a trick that dies right in your hand these days.Like professor Tina t. I do like the intrapersonal games. I'm searching for that boundless pedestal that we all fit on. It only exists in my mind for now.
Jason Rhodes is cool with the slobby thing but seems to be off base with the americana. I think the place that's really got the black pussy going is Cuba. Not for long im sure.
They were so quiet. They just came right up on us. They were quick. The dogs had no clue. They didn't smell them or hear them — nothing. I was rainbowing my pepper spray, and they fell back a little bit. There must be some kind of way out of hereSaid the joker to the thiefTheres too much confusionI cant get no reliefBusinessman they drink my winePlow men dig my earthNone will level on the lineNobody of it is worthHey hey But as soon as we would turn our backs to try to go, they would run up on us, and we would turn around and start screaming again, and I would spray my pepper spray. We just kept pulling, and they were so big, and they started howling, and they were circling us. And it got us really panicked, and we kept screaming. No reason to get excitedThe thief he kindly spokeThere are many here among usWho feel that life is but a joke but uhBut you and I weve been through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely nowThe hours getting lateHey Hey I love my dog with all my heart, but I can't jeopardize my friends. And if that's what they wanted, I didn't know whether to leave him. My dog was attacked by the wolves, three wolves, He fought his way out as I was pulling. They were not afraid of us, And I'm afraid that if I was out here by myself, they would attack me. They were not afraid. All along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile all the women came and wentBare-foot servants to, but huhOutside in the cold distanceA wild cat did growlTwo riders were approachinAnd the wind began to howlHey Oh If they figure out that dogs are easy to kill, and good food for them, then they can just come to the conclusion that there is a lot more dogs than moose, and 'Let's just start eating the dogs for now, m not sure they have quite reached that point, but they are working on that concept right now. All along the watchtowerHear you sing around the watchGotta beware gotta beware I willYeahOoh babyAll along the watchtowerThe wolves stopped attacking when key pack members were trapped and killed.
Happy Holidays Painter!
Intricately detailed, and with a seeming aversion to empty space, the pictures are dense mazes made up of tiny, delicate incidents and beings, creating compositions that feel woven rather than painted. This cathartic process continued for six months. It has been compared to the Catholic concept of Purgatory. Additionally, the system of thought in his theological writings is remarkably coherent pastiche - Whereas pastiche used to be a humorous literary style, it has, in postmodernism, become "devoid of laughter"; In the postmodern era has become a "dead language", without any political or historical content, and so has also become unable to satirize in any effective way. Like state troopers on a highway, these scientists used a "speed gun" to clock clumps of hot iron gas whipping around a black hole at 20,000 miles per second. That's over 10 percent of light speed. At this speed, you could get to the moon in about 10 seconds.
Have I mentioned that I've started a series of drawings made with conte crayon and that it's awesome?Also, I met with Painter at a secret location and was asked to pass along that the world "relevant" has been banned from this blog. I'm just the messenger.
World relevant. That works too.
I believe there are other words that are being banned:emblematizingprivilegingreferencingpractice or practicingconflatingblurring boundariesproblematizingsubvert or subvertingthank you.The Care Bears
liminal.but i'm not into banning anything. say what you will.
I am into banning. And censorship.
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harmonica's on the lounge-chairthree in a rowtwo have rusted one won't blowpulling them apartcleaning their bitsi noticedyouputting them back togetherto get herthey all work againthe chords are fine
Whoever is running this website ought to consider changing the posted image more often. The website is becoming a drag...
indeed, let us deflate or inflate the boundaries! In the absolescence of new images, and not knowing, or indeed being without further information, visual or otherwise, I conjecture, and knowingly, against the day, or for the night, apres la nuit, avant le letre, I went to the Comet, in Seattle, still a bike messenger bar, just down the hill from Swedish Hospital, being chockabloc full of bad art, but also, serendipitously, two Jacob Lawrence prints! The Comet, containing nothing or other, still a dive, or a leap, back, won;t be fooled again, threading the haystack, bridging over the milk, and wondering what to infestigate next. Extispicy!A surgeon, becoming more skilled, wears the burden of failures past, practice, I must assume, in artists, reaching for perfect. Or nearly so well wishing.
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maybe not a lot left to say of Seurat right now- if you would like to take a few hacks at these, feel free. http://newgrids.blogspot.com/
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
zip is funny but this guy is funnier (cap is still not funny)
Oh please Painter come back!!!! no rush's 'this guy' is too funny....but, but, I wanna see paintings! This blog is too good and MUST NOT die.
walk a mile in my chair
Can't decide between wine or pine.
I was crawling through a festival way out west I was thinking about love and the acid test But first I got real dizzy with a real rocking gang Then I saw the Coma Girl and the excitement gang And the rain came in from the wide blue yonder Through all the stages I wandered Coma Girl and the excitement gang Mona Lisa on the motorcycle gang Coma GirlComa Girl Coma Girl was beating with the Oil Drum gang Some fast food fanatic was burning down the burger van Somebody was wailing off their head Nobody was ripping the teen scene dead And the rain came in from the wide blue yonder I thought you and me might wander As the 19th hour was falling upon Desolation Row Some outlaw band had the last drop on the go Let’s siphon up some gas let’s get this show on the road Said the Coma Girl to the excitement gang Into action everybody sprang The oil drums were beating out dulang dulang Coma Girl and the excitement gang Mona Lisa on the motorcycle gang Coma GirlComa Girl
Jeremiah was a bull frog.Was a good friend of mine.Never understood a single word he said,but he always had some mighty fine wine
Hey McChair- think Hilary and the ugly fat white boomer women will beat them all down to a bloody stump? Am I projecting? Am I blacker than Obama?
what are the issues? Flat tax? Health care? The Dark Lord? Domestic spending? Brand Equity? Jingoism? Hemlines? Shape shifting boogiemen? Jenny Craig? Viagra? Gene splicing? Blue Tooth for everyone?I don't know where Hillary stands on many issues, and it behooves me to learn - but yeah, Hillary is the soccer Mom's candidate - validates the hair gel look but also, I love the lucky? brocaide (should have epaulettes) looking jacket she wears for special occasions. Might change the way families migrate together and shit.
We are now faced with a curious situation in which meaning has become so detached from itself that its central collapse defines much of the art of our time -- to the point where the ‘will’ to meaning often deliberately courts meaninglessness and even finds satisfaction in it. No man lives within his own psychic sphere like a snail in its shell, separated from everybody else, but is connected with his fellow-minds - by his unconscious humanity.God as an omnipotent clockmaker standing outside and apart from his creation. The element of design in mechanistic philosophy did not arise from ‘the “natures” of things but from the properties with which God endowed them’. A divine creator implies a dependence of the created on a creator, and also a differentiation between creator and created. Human beings had a special role to play due to being made in God’s image; this further emphasized their separation from the rest of creation. The development of capitalism promulgated the view that nature was a commodity or a resource to be used. Although mechanistic theories did not go unchallenged, particularly by Vitalism, a radical analysis by Paracelsus of the activity in nature whereby matter and spirit were unified into an single, active, vital substance, and also by the academic disciplines of botany and zoology, Descartes’ views have been influential.
Guess PaintersNYC is dead - or just aptly describes our 'give me the moment' culture... where we need the next thing NOW...
If anyone should know dead, it's you sunil...But some things arent dead:Painting is dead. Painting isn’t dead. Painting is dead! No, it isn’t! Yes, it is! Isn’t! Is! Shut up shut up shut up shut up!!! Okay, now that we have that out of the way... Painting isn’t the denial-plagued zombie elephant in the room — art theory is. It’s one of the lines Leonard Cohen left out: Everybody knows a work of art that doesn’t speak for itself is a failure as a work of art. Fortunately, in spite of the best efforts we critics have mustered to impose Artforum’s Rules of Order on the rabble, art — and particularly the medium non grata of painting — just won’t shut up.
have you seen the show--whats it called--art or not--on the ovation channel. pretty good, pretty good ANSI showalso the fellow i'll always think of as things that go
i like "arforum's points of order" I was just looking at leonard cohen;s lyrics - had to put my tinfoil hat on.Aphorisms bloom like a thousand paper swans....
why no more paintings? Is that a personal question? If so, you don't have to answer me.
Rain, fall, and I will give you my kid. He has a 'black head', he neither bleatsNor complains; he says not, 'I am cold.'Rain, who filiest the skins,Wet our raiment. Rain, who feedest the rivers,Overturn the doors of our houses.
When you want to accurately paint a bird flying, the key is how straight the wing is and the angle of the wing’s edge.: knowing the bone count in a bird’s foot, and how many toes face foward or back;enables you to position its foot correctly in any position when painting it.:when looking at an animal’s legs, remember to think about what you’re looking at;Is it an ankle, knee or hip Legs have threa joints; hip, knee and anklet he knee a lot higher than what you think at stomach level and the ankle where you’d expect a knee;get to know how many colors you can create using three primaries. The fewer primary colors you use in a painting, the more ‘hurmonious" the result.
wow ttg. i still have his shiny mail Art in our disco. Anyone have thoughts on the Karen Kilimnik show at 303?
Are you short changing yourself from the best attributes of wine by drinking it at the incorrect temperature? Think twice before getting ice. If there is a beverage that has survived the ages and just seems to get better with time, it is wine. Ancient writers such as Ovid wrote, "When there is plenty of wine, sorry and worry take wing." In the 17th century, Shakespeare extolled wine's virtues when he penned, "Good wine is a familiar creature if it be well used." And, in recent times, medical research has pleased the enophile stating that red wine in moderation is good for the ticker.What is not as evident is the best temperature to drink wine. Indeed, it is probably the single most misunderstood concept about wine.
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The warrior of the future, to elude thermal imaging devices at night and in cooler weather, should obtain a metalized "space" blanket and a wool blanket. The freedom fighter should form a hood with the space blanket over your head and allow the rest of the material to drop over your back. Wrap the rest of the space blanket around to your front forming a poncho. Make certain the space blanket fits over your slung rifle and gear. Also make certain that a slit is formed in the front of your space blanket poncho to allow you to thrust your arms through for work or for firing your rifle at low flying drones cyborgs or robots.
Certain electromagnetic fields can influence the human brain. Weapons are in development that create electromagnetic fields that induce a sence of apathy, depression, and a state of surrender in the human mind. Your space blanket is effective in negating such fields, as well; however; if you notice that such weapons are being deployed, it would be prudent to vacate the area, employ a faraday caged electromagnetic safe structure or ground your space blanket.
I regret the failure of socialism. That's what Meyer Shapiro said just before he died. I can't improve on it. That's a lifetime regret. Regrets from 2007 include a chronic failure to look at art without thinking of what I'll say about it. I regret that the voice in my head is my own.
methinks it's all cryptic messages...take every second letter, change them into numbers and square root the lot--that kinda thing. Hmm....
Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events which occur in a meaningful manner, but which are causally unrelated. In order to be synchronous, the events must be related to one another conceptually, and the chance that they would occur together by random chance must be very small.
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards
Apophenia is the experience of seeing patterns or connections in random or meaningless data. The term was coined in 1958 by Klaus Conrad, who defined it as the "unmotivated seeing of connections" accompanied by a "specific experience of an abnormal meaningfulness".
Allusive substitutions are as old as English: see kenning. Allusion is an economical device, a figure of speech that draws upon the ready stock of ideas or emotion already associated with a topic in a relatively short space. Thus, an allusion is understandable only to those with prior knowledge of the covert reference in question. (See cultural literacy.)
"In a metalepsis, a word is substituted metonymically for a word in a previous trope, so that a metalepsis can be called, maddeningly but accurately, a metonymy of a metonymy."
He wrote to Carlyle in 1838 that his sentences were like electricity, for they were comprised of "infinitely repellent particle[s]" (CEC 185). Eloquence fulfills man's "want of electricity to vitalize" his life (W 8:70); poetry emerges electromagnetically through the "magnetic tenaciousness of an image" (W 8:27), and "shall thrill and agitate mankind" (W 8:73).(3)
every way you cut it there's still Smoke on the Water
...and when the mike lets you down.http://music.princeton.edu/%7Edmitri/deeppurple.movblew that one.
no taxation without representationin a manner of speaking.proto photoshop
some peeps are keepin the flame going...oilgirl it's not cryptic.not to an apopheniac anyway...the lillian schwartz reference to seurat in pt.2 was timely...but really, 300 looms in pnyc stagnation...i've got a bottle of moet ready to pop when the next post arrives.
taking patterns and arranging them in meaningful ways
nothing like returning to a place that remains fuckin unchangedbitches Bitches Bitches Bitches I love moet. Skeet SKeet skeet Skeet skeet Skeet Skeet Skeet I love moet. june bug yea thats right uncle june bugwe sippin on some moet to make the hoes more wet shorty so you know to find the ways; in which you yourself have altered
apophenia, aha! glass is ready bring it on, painter.
MARLÈNE MOCQUET - 327 Commentsholds the recordhttp://painternyc.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html
Ninety nine pieces like humpty dumpty nobody can eat fitty, except in an omelette with a mimosa, like the hipsters on sunday hey man, you're motherfuckin fuckin captain Barbosa yeah yeah yeah like cokies place, no hope in dope, Mr. Narrator, The numerous instances where he has used the lines "I drop bombs like Hiroshima" are omitted. I'm One Zero so you know you gotta be a hero. Instances doesn;t ryme with dime, but you know, now it's done like a spare tire. Don;t shoot till you see the whites of their eyes.
up against the wall motherfuckers! Its hawaii five-o looking for your bible making you tai bo shake shake shake for survival sounds so slow but its automatic trigger happy tidal. No problems last forever too clever fox in the weather - cold in your bones, predicting goose, gander, whatever.
OK I say we shoot for 500 by easter!The Kilimnik show at 303?Karen's moving out...Skies, clouds, mountainsSpace is the place, by George'water-based oil paint' - isn't that what we used to call Alkyd or something? (where's my Mayer...)
Swallow a toad in the morning and you will encounter nothing more disgusting the rest of the day
Alkyds yes! too quick to dry so tricky and oh so sticky.
A polyseme is a word or phrase with multiple, related meanings. A word is judged to be polysemous if it has two senses of the word whose meanings are related. Since the vague concept of relatedness is the test for polysemy, judgments of polysemy can be very difficult to make. Because applying pre-existing words to new situations is a natural process of language change, looking at words' etymology is helpful in determining polysemy but not the only solution; as words become lost in etymology, what once was a useful distinction of meaning may no longer be so. Some apparently unrelated words share a common historical origin, however, so etymology is not an infallible test for polysemy, and dictionary writers also often defer to speakers' intuitions to judge polysemy in cases where it contradicts etymology. English has many words which are polysemous. For example the verb "to get" can mean "take" (I'll get the drinks), "become" (she got scared), "have" (I've got three dollars), "understand" (I get it) etc.Polyvalent is a synonym for multivalent and denotes something which has many values, meanings or appeals. The metaphoric origin of ~valent is derived from valency in chemistry and by metaphoric attribution, may now connote a "subtle, polyvalent allegory".
well don't stop there, nowhereman and cap, all. Karen Kilimnik's ocean, sky and mountain... paintings are minimally executed... their titles refer to moments in time and/or places.Let's go!Time [tick-tock] and space [wobble wobble]. Aren't they a juggle?I sense this chilling romanticism, very close up, where an interior is enclosing or closing in on the exterior in a half-conceptual/ half what is it [?] state of affairs, chances, and brief encounters. The circle paintings of the sky might suggest a desire to get to the anterior of experience, or strategy to get as close to the sky as possible in a hope to take it all in.Hmm... interesting... any painting anthropologists out there?
i find it puritanical. And the perspective is off, because who the fuck is the viewer? Im not looking at the same moon, is all I'm saying, because if I was, I'd be outside, and I am not outside, I am in here.
well, who said this blog is dead?Zip, I deleted from my post pretty much what your response is. Right, it's a thing of position, and something in time, is not about time, though it can be both. so i guess we are all tuckered out living in the hope, right! I mean right now seems right good, right? Whatever your perspective!
Lots of good artists in the show so im sure it will be good. But how many banned words can you cram into one statement?Nina In Position presents diverse artistic strategies that complicate the legibility of lack and difference in America. The selected artworks employ Walter Benjamin’s assertion, “To live is to leave traces,” as a platform from which to view and critique the body and its environs. Occupying Artists Space’s main gallery with a series of sculptural and post-sculptural gestures, Nina In Position reveals emancipated forms that, through their inherent deviance, function as “resistance to regimes of the normal.” Nina In Position is an attempt to articulate a new trajectory of sculptural encounters that rebel against the condition described by Benjamin as “Left Melancholia.” The exhibition’s curatorial focus aims to unlock the ways in which artistic exercises, histories, and narratives are re-signified within contemporary visual culture. Nina In Position strives to challenge strict parameters of objecthood, exhibiting works that evade limitations and stealthily avoid genre. The work in the exhibition is hybrid, activated, and hyper-aware of its immediate environment. The gallery functions as a safe-house harboring artworks that, through their radicality and hybridity, challenge hierarchy and authority. The artworks elaborate sculpture’s mercurial qualities by examining materiality, transience, and the processes of making. They dodge overarching paradigms of social change, and instead gesture towards unknown forms, new constructions, and alternative modes of representation. Employing a Socratic strategy, Nina In Position’s curatorial matrix places intergenerational artworks in dialogue in order to identify how social, cultural, and geopolitical change occurs on a local level, as well as to articulate how methodologies, practices, and tolerance shape-shift over decades.
Looks like its Artforum ready. What ever happened to uncanny?
Another form of magical thinking occurs when people believe that words can directly affect the world. This can mean avoiding talking about certain subjects ("speak of the devil and he'll appear"), using euphemisms instead of certain words, or believing that to know the "true name" of something gives one power over it, or that certain chants, prayers or mystical phrases will change things. More generally, it is magical thinking to take a symbol to be its referent. Such ideas, however, have sprung from the soil of unbounded self-love, from the primary narcissism which dominates the mind of the child and of primitive man. But when this stage has been surmounted, the 'double' reverses its aspect. From having been an assurance of immortality, it becomes the uncanny harbinger of death.
Kilimnuks knows... just play off the then/now pastiche with your formative years of appropriation having been made in many similar practices during the 80's. She's often forgiven for burying a faux sincere approach because people read her as operating somewhere more subliminal. Or attest that the open ends in her work are a nice change from so many male painters ASSERTING everything in the last 100y (i don't have a problem with assertion though, and think this argument to be pretty dim). But really at the end of the day, her association with the 18th century is one many painters look to for guidance on what painting was (and can therefore continue to be). Yes, but no. Magazine culture gets done better by other artists. Or by the magazines themselves (if only their inks would not fade so fast). She's doing that thing again, the sad thing i see everywhere and totally understand. I just know her collectors get fooled by the initial fetish that is supposedly being (re)presented. Grand means two things, ain't that grand, and aint $hit grand. ANd bla bla, she's a good painter sometimes. (which is the best anyone seems to be able to be these days). If i shutup the crit, I can imagine looking at A Summer Day, 1763, and dreaming about glimpsing just that part of life at the time might be a nice daydream. Daydreams really are something when they're good. Are there two primary bees in the art hive today? One - the meaning maker, two - the purse opener? Artists who make work in such a way as to please both. Luxurious work, in appearance, especially with an important sounding date, just wack a "1774" on anything and immediately it carries WEIGHT (brass) but when the work also has a flagellant buried to subdue the guilt of failing to really add much to the discussion, then it's pretty common really. You see it everywhere. No-one really knows. That's ok. Good. I'm glad they don't (stop pretending!). BUt who cares. Painters like painting, the end. What happens afterward when others get their mits, eyes, hands, typewriter's and interior designer's onto it is like trying to thread the wind.
"When the student is ready, the master will appear"
ah webthing 'in the wreck'write like that and you'll win your own contemporary journal.I guess [what] you are saying [is] that when reaching a precipice you ought to be wearing the right lens, heaven forbid, otherwise one might find oneself, even though totally committed to falling into the abyss, instead, finding oneself one-toothed, or many tooth--splayed, bumped up, and yet still a few meters away on safe land's edge. There is always a pledge to leap. Though the leap rarely has the same kind of pledge. Kilimnik has responded to her own internal dilemmas. The later works show how she has dealt with them. i say admirably, though second-handedly, though honestly. Painters, right, as you say, will react like that.
KK--there's no there there, she doesnt get behind her mark. oh thats the point? BLERG (tina fey always says BLERG. in the show when she had this ikea furniture that she was trying to put together--you know how ikea furniture always has a weird swedish name like LACKGVES or something-- - well her package was stencilled with BLERG. I think with an umlaut over the e)
A lot of comments about this posted piece, there are.
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