The name of the gallery is Wallspace, incidentally.
Because it's got like, walls and space and shit.
Yeah!
And Dave is into refurbs and text! Ooh yeah.
And if that don't bust you out then you are still in Germania, paying for yo sins in some Hochschule in Berlin working on the 'tude and still comin' up girlie.
Whereas Dave is strictly Hanna Barbera, and as the name implies, of taciturn disposition. But a handy man about the house, never short of a bad word and can always do you an insto-lation if that ain't enuff.
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Dr. Arkani-Hamed said concerning worries about the death of the Earth or universe, “Neither has any merit.” He pointed out that because of the dice-throwing nature of quantum physics, there was some probability of almost anything happening. There is some minuscule probability, he said, “the Large Hadron Collider might make dragons that might eat us up.”
Last night we were having dinner with the President of America and Bono made a joke that I was "the edgy one." Everyone laughed, even Adam and Larry. Even the President of America. Even his wife. I bent my spoon in half and had to hide it under my napkin. The President of America asked, "Not enjoying the soup?" and when I said nothing his wife said, "Quiet, dear ... you're putting him 'on edge'" and everyone laughed again, hard, and I wished the earth would implode upon itself like a neutron star and suck me screaming into the eternal void.
his music kinda really bad, bad good. it's poetry i guess. annoying angry voice with ok words, cabaret voltaire dreaming, ny is not zurich in the war but it's close enough for those who like to fantasize. gotta keep some balls rolling.
Breaking down the canvas into a tonal corner works most of the time. A toilet wall approach to the canvas, is real. Necessary? It doesn't seem concerned with the blowhard paintings, more personal and for that reason i hear it. For a moment. Lost the signal. Lost in the signal.
Schiele likes magazines, mags like her. She's cute.
private languages can be exhuasting. I'm exhuasted jsut thinking about them, let alone generating or interpreting them. Maybe I'm lazy, or maybe I havent had any coffee today.. Im going to check out my scientific hypothesis and get back at y'all.
I havent been to any art fairs I am saving my money for a meaningfull gift to myself of food or something. What is round? Thats something I like to think about, because round is good. Roundness. Well rounded. Not sharp, not checker boarded, not angular, not obtuse,not oblique, round.
I see a lot of animation palette - tints, in the jargon. What is it with the style of the thing of the dealio that rquires tints - esp in the midwest-west - its totally because of nostalgia based on TV - I think we are seeing the influence of tv writ large on the psyche of the peeps. thas something. Why does the Whitney Biennial ignore this important trend? Is it irrelevant or annoying? I think it might be. But if the whitB is a "core sample" or a :cross section" its a pretty piss poor one. Has slacker art become slacker curating? Are curator-artists going in circles around the mullberry bush? WHen its ashes, do we all fall upwards? Or down, down down. I';ll go get some coffee.
If Dad wants to polish off the duck sauce in a Chinese restaurant like it’s a bowl of soup, why not? If Grandma wants to help out by washing the dishes but makes a mess of it, leave her to it and just rewash them later when she’s not looking. Pull out old family pictures to give the patient something to talk about. Learn the art of fragmented, irrational conversation and follow the patient’s lead instead of trying to control the dialogue.
Basically, just tango on. And hope somebody will do the same for you when your time comes. Unless the big breakthrough happens first.
In the old days, Mr. Zhu said, students had a passion for art. “They viewed art as a way of life,” he said, “and Central Academy was a talent pool. Now, as society has changed, more and more students view art as a job. Students are more practical.”
I think many people find the art world profoundly alienating. I;m sure those that aren;t are somewhat perplexed by such sentiments, or see them as sour grapes. But what if the grapes are sour? What if the wrath is stoming on the vinyards of our discontent? What if the fould breath of reason has unleashed demons on the skunk cabages of our fruited swamps? Gas whores! Who among you will continue to drive at 4 dollars a gallon? Who among you will continue to visit the suburbs? WHo among you will light fires in the rotted hulls of abandoned shopping malls? WHo among you will camp out beyond the beltways of the new urban cemetaries?
And when the no-till no frill no kill farming communities cease to bother to ship it in, what then? Starving in the streets? Rabbid hoards of soul blighted death camp inmates roaming in packs through the hooded twilight?
Oh yes, love, love love, and you will die in a pool of it.
B.B. Bumble and the Stingers, Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers Lonnie Mack and twangin' Eddy, here's my ring we're goin' steady Take it easy, take me higher, liar liar, house on fire Locomotion, Poco, Passion, Deeper Purple, Satisfaction Baby baby gotta gotta gimme gimme gettin' hotter Sammy's cookin', Lesley Gore and Ritchie Valens, end of story Mahavishnu, fujiyama, kama-sutra, rama-lama Richard Perry, Spector, Barry, Archies, Righteous, Nilsson, Harry Shimmy shimmy ko-ko bop and Fats is back and Finger Poppin'
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me (whoa whoa whoa whoa) Life is a rock but the radio rolled me At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie
FM, AM, hits are clickin' while the clock is tock-a-tickin' Friends and Romans, salutations, Brenda and the Tabulations Carly Simon, I behold her, Rolling Stones and centerfoldin' Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers, can't stop now, I got the shivers Mungo Jerry, Peter Peter Paul and Paul and Mary Mary Dr. John the nightly tripper, Doris Day and Jack the Ripper Gotta go Sir, gotta swelter, Leon Russell, Gimme Shelter Miracles in smokey places, slide guitars and Fender basses Mushroom omelet, Bonnie Bramlett, Wilson Pickett, stop and kick it
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me (whoa whoa whoa whoa) Life is a rock but the radio rolled me At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie
Arthur Janov's primal screamin', Hawkins, Jay and Dale and Ronnie, Kukla, Fran and Norma Okla Denver, John and Osmond, Donny JJ Cale and ZZ Top and LL Bean and De De Dinah David Bowie, Steely Dan and sing me prouder, CC Rider Edgar Winter, Joanie Sommers, Osmond Brothers, Johnny Thunders Eric Clapton, pedal wah-wah, Stephen Foster, do-dah do-dah Good Vibrations, Help Me Rhonda, Surfer Girl and Little Honda Tighter, tighter, honey, honey, sugar, sugar, yummy, yummy CBS and Warner Brothers, RCA and all the others
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me (whoa whoa whoa whoa) Life is a rock but the radio rolled me At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie
spoken: Listen--remember, they're playing our song! Rock it, sock it, Alan Freed me, Murray Kaufman, try to leave me Fish, and Swim, and Boston Monkey, Make it bad and play it funky. (Wanna take you higher!)
It being a slow death, however, the subject does invite running commentary. In late March, writing in his weekly Sunday Times column, respected culture critic Barry Ronge quipped: ‘While I was paging through old books of film, drama and literary criticism, I was struck by how namby-pamby critical writing has become. It is so politically correct and so evasive when it comes to expressing negative opinions that it has lost much of its bite.’
Briefly state your position, state why the problem you are working on is important, and indicate the important questions that need to be answered; this is your "Introduction." Push quickly through this draft--don't worry about spelling, don't search for exactly the right word, don't hassle yourself with grammar, don't worry overmuch about sequence--that's why this is called a "rough draft." Deal with these during your revisions. The point of a rough draft is to get your ideas on paper. Once they are there, you can deal with the superficial (though very important) problems. take that crock pot that you make cannabutter in, clean it, then drop in a big fat roast. add some potatoes, carrots, celery, water, seasoning. set on low for 8 hours. enjoy.
The amazingly versatile Miko also showed in London last year at F.A. Projects. I forget what FA stands for. More incisive blog commentary on this Renaissance legend can be found at – http://londonpainting.blogspot.com/2007/09/dave-miko.html Dave’s mastery of failure is demonstrated there at http://www.faprojects.com/exhibitions/images/85/Self-Effaced_RUTH_CLAXTON%2C_DAVE_MIKO%2C_GEERTEN_VERHEUS or for those who can’t bear the whole nine yards – http://www.faprojects.com/img/thumbnail.php?img=statues16x16c2006.jpg&w=540&h=400 and http://www.faprojects.com/img/thumbnail.php?img=mobile.JPG&w=540&h=400
It's interesting how exotic painting is still perceived to be! I think, whether it be an Elephant @ the helm of this predicament, or a loaded gun painting, painting should be less indebted to the stereotype of the 'exotic module for expertise', less comparing ED [that would be Elephant Done] and ER [that would be Exotic golden or silver Ricochet}, as the two most dominant agreements in Contemporary painting. While this canon is something that the fairs are continually still serving up, and it has been well suggested that that is what has happened at The WB, as far as painting goes. I think Zoro and Amigo had a little chat about that. There is plenty of wander still out there. Though, to my way of thinking, It's the stride, still, that will get us there. Go forth, and forget the target practice. Oh, and Mary does it too!
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A Mulberry Bush is one that gets picked on in its final term, provides a habitat for caterpillas that can spin silk, and shit...
I forget
In the end you get your thrill on the hill with two others, before the sun goes down on Elton John and the good klansmen. You've lived your life playing here we go round, and there's not much more to mull over for a few berries more...
ahh the satisfaction... it's late the lights go out..the trip to the bar to talk about the day's work. Dear Dave...what'd it take to mix that pink...you are clearly asking too much of yourself... relax..nice violet.
For a long time, I had liked the building, the location and the beer, Now he is home safe and has produced this riveting and moving account of his torture and abuse at the hands of the U.S. government to shine a light in a dark place and try to help all those still languishing without hope.
Bit of a sidetrack here, a few minutes break in studio time, and while we are getting ready for that new spring time post, I'll give an honest opinion of what i think how this painting works, and the below-- both are very interesting.
Both play with this flattening out of surface, or surface/plane, while enhancing, or making more plain this sense of space, the immediate below, Kristen Schiele via architectural rendering and flattening. The composition is very calm and most parts relate to the shape of the canvas. The major focal points is the chair, and the other is us, outside the picture, thus this brings in portraiture as an aspect of this painting. The receding 'counterbalance' the two dark architectural vanishing points creates our visa. Here we get the sense that the painting has distance within the painting. We are also part of the painting though the painting space remains intact, the viewer at play making further sense to the image, building their own narrative out of the props. The viewer somehow integrates with this rectangular and perspective play. However there is a growing sense of 'strange' scale. Distance sometimes expands or unthreads from the weave. The connection between us and the chair becomes not only a psychological one that is hot, it also turns very abstract. This abstract heat is not a nebular, instead it becomes a conduit for an 'emotion' and suggests, almost, a religious fever, hierarchy. One senses in this play that it is lonely at the top. A superior being, which of course is us, is looking down at their own invention, at us. They, we, are not at all sure whether to be satisfied, though are amused being given some soul license for invention. The picture does not make us look out, we are submitted to looking in.
The top painting by Dave Miko does a similar thing. It keeps to the architectural space and line, this time by adding the magic pyramid to give the picture a sense of tangible space. The connection this time is the color rectangle sitting upfront. The connection this time is gained through the rectangle's similarity to the edges of the canvas, almost squared. So the magic pyramid/room illusion sits and works underneath, with the colored rectangle sitting on a transparent sheet of glass.
Of course both pictures are not abstract, they are part of a figurative trend fascinated with abstract notions of plane and space. as it relates to a long tradition of picture composition.
dave miko paints a romantic version of a room in a factory squat in berlin in 1982 via the present re-disco fantasy
kristen paints a romantic version of a room inside Id magazine via sofia coppola's k.dunst bla + ol' rauchy east german povo fades
both stylised fashion mode 80's throwback pre-worn to be at one with the jaded non-glossy time eaten walls they dream of, on canvas, in contrast to the freshly painted disinfected walls of the gallery space they get shown in
dichotomy
"The king of acrylic sealants is a German product called Klasse. Klasse All-In-One generally provides 4-6 months of protection. Not long enough in our opinion. Works out to be fairly expensive too."
1. By truncating the bottom of a line or bar chart, one makes differences seem larger than they are
2. By representing one-dimensional quantities on a pictogram by two- or three-dimensional objects to compare their sizes, one makes the reader forget that the images don't scale the same way the quantities do. Two rows of small images would give a better idea than one small and one big one.
Giorgio de Chirico's early surrealistic paintings - piazzas, arcades, porticos, columns, statues, squares, mannequin figures in empty space in an atmosphere of loneliness, agoraphobia, mystery - are easily recognized and more than difficult to forget. The artist called these early works metaphysical painting. Now we have an excellent translation of de Chirico's only novel, Hebdomeros (1929). To this edition is added "Monsieur Dudron's Adventure...
Bar code - You need the clear coat, right? Signs of the times - like vampire weekend is "topping the charts" as a "good band" with "lots of cred" - yep and grape jello is the new napalm. Boat shoes are the new work boot. Chimps are the new chimps, same as the old chimps.
I noticed Bjork is finally down with the Dark Crystal esthetic. I love that Henson shit.
- like that deitch "project" dude with the fantastic mall pieces posted here - or michel gondry - guess that's look of one of the deitch "brands." Good for him - he really is the magic kindom of art, i'll give him that. Need more vacuum formed/fiberglass looking cartoon characters though (preferrably motorized) - lure back koons with a bigger budget than god. Do it now. I'll bring the acid and shrooms. Lets do it. I need a vacation from my vacation. then lets torture some enemy combatants in cells made of modern art. Get a government grant. I also want to sponsor a book burning. Anyone want to drink strohs and burn david sedaris and shit? I mean reach a wider audience through triumphal spectacle. I mean you can go ahead and do the insipid fucking assinine stand on a soap box sell tchotchkies to collectors type art fair stuff. Oooh whos going to sponsor the champagne? I need a fucking magnum just to get up in the morning.
if you think that such a character, upon finding her youngest child dead in the cradle, could say something like, "I had never forgotten the weariness that overtook me after my parents were killed, nor the savagery of my tears as I walked with my grandmother to the refugee camp, so I was able to meet my grief with a kind of recognition."
OK now the rest of you I'd like to thump out the opening bars of Smoke on the Water on your desks, while I go over to the supervisor and ask if I can leave early today.
Wittgenstein's ash grey world on fire yadda yadda yadda
What about "no locals included" spray painted faux rock at last years whitbee- I mean a painting of spray paint, or a painting of writing like twombly, whatever. Keep it real and shit.
i can dig that. Dont do solvents. Eat right. take a break or two,m da doo run run.
GALAHAD: There it is! ARTHUR: The Bridge of Death! ROBIN: Oh, great. ARTHUR: Look! There's the old man from scene twenty-four! BEDEVERE: What is he doing here? ARTHUR: He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions-- GALAHAD: Three questions. ARTHUR: Three questions. He who answers the five questions-- GALAHAD: Three questions. ARTHUR: Three questions may cross in safety. ROBIN: What if you get a question wrong? ARTHUR: Then you are cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril. ROBIN: Oh, I won't go.
fGuckin tHis IS some of tHe BEst PiaNntig out righjt NOw anYonwe whO doesN;T tHinK so iS drinking to muCnch gatorade;anD shit Oh this is Hardcore - there is no way back for you. Oh this is Hardcore - this is me on top of you & I can't believe that it took me this long. That it took me this long.
This is the eye of the storm. It's what men in stained raincoats pay for but in here it is pure. Yeah. This is the end of the line. I've seen the storyline played out so many times before. Oh that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. & then it's over. Oh, what a hell of a show but what I want to know: what exactly do you do for an encore? 'Cos this is Hardcore.
Some fans of traditional doom reject some hybrid doom styles like drone doom, questioning whether they're doom at all; He even got members of the U.S. Supreme Court talking in chambers about bong hits.
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Propz too alll ladies pianting pictures of germanian intereiors !;
Dave Miko is the Steve Biko of rough interiors.
RRRRRRUFFFF!
The name of the gallery is Wallspace, incidentally.
Because it's got like, walls and space and shit.
Yeah!
And Dave is into refurbs and text! Ooh yeah.
And if that don't bust you out then you are still in Germania, paying for yo sins in some Hochschule in Berlin working on the 'tude and still comin' up girlie.
Whereas Dave is strictly Hanna Barbera, and as the name implies, of taciturn disposition. But a handy man about the house, never short of a bad word and can always do you an insto-lation if that ain't enuff.
What a difference a Dave makes!
word up!;
On average, a person produces about half a liter of fart gas per day, distributed over an average of about fourteen daily farts.
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Dr. Arkani-Hamed said concerning worries about the death of the Earth or universe, “Neither has any merit.” He pointed out that because of the dice-throwing nature of quantum physics, there was some probability of almost anything happening. There is some minuscule probability, he said, “the Large Hadron Collider might make dragons that might eat us up.”
1987
Dear Mum:
Last night we were having dinner with the President of America and Bono made a joke that I was "the edgy one." Everyone laughed, even Adam and Larry. Even the President of America. Even his wife. I bent my spoon in half and had to hide it under my napkin. The President of America asked, "Not enjoying the soup?" and when I said nothing his wife said, "Quiet, dear ... you're putting him 'on edge'" and everyone laughed again, hard, and I wished the earth would implode upon itself like a neutron star and suck me screaming into the eternal void.
Love,
The Edge
pro bono
his music kinda really bad, bad good. it's poetry i guess. annoying angry voice with ok words, cabaret voltaire dreaming, ny is not zurich in the war but it's close enough for those who like to fantasize.
gotta keep some balls rolling.
Breaking down the canvas into a tonal corner works most of the time. A toilet wall approach to the canvas, is real. Necessary? It doesn't seem concerned with the blowhard paintings, more personal and for that reason i hear it. For a moment. Lost the signal. Lost in the signal.
Schiele likes magazines, mags like her. She's cute.
Schiele + Miko = fun for painting.
Good. But not tight.
i liked this show... especially the metal stools and tables made from failed paintings.
wasn't too into the wooden things with all the drawers with small paintings inside.
The failed paintings tables caught my online eye too.
This is fun!
what do they share with history?
v. little, but...
That red triangle above the others - that one's the SUNY triangle.
I like this better
That was intense man!
private languages can be exhuasting. I'm exhuasted jsut thinking about them, let alone generating or interpreting them. Maybe I'm lazy, or maybe I havent had any coffee today.. Im going to check out my scientific hypothesis and get back at y'all.
I havent been to any art fairs I am saving my money for a meaningfull gift to myself of food or something. What is round? Thats something I like to think about, because round is good. Roundness. Well rounded. Not sharp, not checker boarded, not angular, not obtuse,not oblique, round.
I see a lot of animation palette - tints, in the jargon. What is it with the style of the thing of the dealio that rquires tints - esp in the midwest-west - its totally because of nostalgia based on TV - I think we are seeing the influence of tv writ large on the psyche of the peeps. thas something. Why does the Whitney Biennial ignore this important trend? Is it irrelevant or annoying? I think it might be. But if the whitB is a "core sample" or a :cross section" its a pretty piss poor one. Has slacker art become slacker curating? Are curator-artists going in circles around the mullberry bush? WHen its ashes, do we all fall upwards? Or down, down down. I';ll go get some coffee.
If Dad wants to polish off the duck sauce in a Chinese restaurant like it’s a bowl of soup, why not? If Grandma wants to help out by washing the dishes but makes a mess of it, leave her to it and just rewash them later when she’s not looking. Pull out old family pictures to give the patient something to talk about. Learn the art of fragmented, irrational conversation and follow the patient’s lead instead of trying to control the dialogue.
Basically, just tango on. And hope somebody will do the same for you when your time comes. Unless the big breakthrough happens first.
In the old days, Mr. Zhu said, students had a passion for art. “They viewed art as a way of life,” he said, “and Central Academy was a talent pool. Now, as society has changed, more and more students view art as a job. Students are more practical.”
I think many people find the art world profoundly alienating. I;m sure those that aren;t are somewhat perplexed by such sentiments, or see them as sour grapes. But what if the grapes are sour? What if the wrath is stoming on the vinyards of our discontent? What if the fould breath of reason has unleashed demons on the skunk cabages of our fruited swamps? Gas whores! Who among you will continue to drive at 4 dollars a gallon? Who among you will continue to visit the suburbs? WHo among you will light fires in the rotted hulls of abandoned shopping malls? WHo among you will camp out beyond the beltways of the new urban cemetaries?
And when the no-till no frill no kill farming communities cease to bother to ship it in, what then? Starving in the streets? Rabbid hoards of soul blighted death camp inmates roaming in packs through the hooded twilight?
Oh yes, love, love love, and you will die in a pool of it.
same painting as below but with little more overlap....
B.B. Bumble and the Stingers, Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers
Lonnie Mack and twangin' Eddy, here's my ring we're goin' steady
Take it easy, take me higher, liar liar, house on fire
Locomotion, Poco, Passion, Deeper Purple, Satisfaction
Baby baby gotta gotta gimme gimme gettin' hotter
Sammy's cookin', Lesley Gore and Ritchie Valens, end of story
Mahavishnu, fujiyama, kama-sutra, rama-lama
Richard Perry, Spector, Barry, Archies, Righteous, Nilsson, Harry
Shimmy shimmy ko-ko bop and Fats is back and Finger Poppin'
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie
FM, AM, hits are clickin' while the clock is tock-a-tickin'
Friends and Romans, salutations, Brenda and the Tabulations
Carly Simon, I behold her, Rolling Stones and centerfoldin'
Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers, can't stop now, I got the shivers
Mungo Jerry, Peter Peter Paul and Paul and Mary Mary
Dr. John the nightly tripper, Doris Day and Jack the Ripper
Gotta go Sir, gotta swelter, Leon Russell, Gimme Shelter
Miracles in smokey places, slide guitars and Fender basses
Mushroom omelet, Bonnie Bramlett, Wilson Pickett, stop and kick it
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie
Arthur Janov's primal screamin', Hawkins, Jay and
Dale and Ronnie, Kukla, Fran and Norma Okla
Denver, John and Osmond, Donny
JJ Cale and ZZ Top and LL Bean and De De Dinah
David Bowie, Steely Dan and sing me prouder, CC Rider
Edgar Winter, Joanie Sommers, Osmond Brothers, Johnny Thunders
Eric Clapton, pedal wah-wah, Stephen Foster, do-dah do-dah
Good Vibrations, Help Me Rhonda, Surfer Girl and Little Honda
Tighter, tighter, honey, honey, sugar, sugar, yummy, yummy
CBS and Warner Brothers, RCA and all the others
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me (whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie
spoken:
Listen--remember, they're playing our song!
Rock it, sock it, Alan Freed me, Murray Kaufman, try to leave me
Fish, and Swim, and Boston Monkey,
Make it bad and play it funky.
(Wanna take you higher!)
These two paintings wad up my gender and make a fruit smoothy out of it.
It being a slow death, however, the subject does invite running commentary. In late March, writing in his weekly Sunday Times column, respected culture critic Barry Ronge quipped: ‘While I was paging through old books of film, drama and literary criticism, I was struck by how namby-pamby critical writing has become. It is so politically correct and so evasive when it comes to expressing negative opinions that it has lost much of its bite.’
Briefly state your position, state why the problem you are working on is important, and indicate the important questions that need to be answered; this is your "Introduction." Push quickly through this draft--don't worry about spelling, don't search for exactly the right word, don't hassle yourself with grammar, don't worry overmuch about sequence--that's why this is called a "rough draft." Deal with these during your revisions. The point of a rough draft is to get your ideas on paper. Once they are there, you can deal with the superficial (though very important) problems. take that crock pot that you make cannabutter in, clean it, then drop in a big fat roast. add some potatoes, carrots, celery, water, seasoning. set on low for 8 hours. enjoy.
;This morning I was next in the toilet after Bono's friend Salman Rushdie. He forgot to flush.:
Rosson Crow went to LA. Faris McReynolds went to NY.
Kharma
Get it
The amazingly versatile Miko also showed in London last year at F.A. Projects. I forget what FA stands for.
More incisive blog commentary on this Renaissance legend can be found at –
http://londonpainting.blogspot.com/2007/09/dave-miko.html
Dave’s mastery of failure is demonstrated there at
http://www.faprojects.com/exhibitions/images/85/Self-Effaced_RUTH_CLAXTON%2C_DAVE_MIKO%2C_GEERTEN_VERHEUS
or for those who can’t bear the whole nine yards –
http://www.faprojects.com/img/thumbnail.php?img=statues16x16c2006.jpg&w=540&h=400
and
http://www.faprojects.com/img/thumbnail.php?img=mobile.JPG&w=540&h=400
Just so as you know.
OMEN
AMEN
you can take one little thing, a tiny little thing (6 seconds), and turn it into an entire sub-genre.
POPUL
PORRE
scientific reality remains disjunct from human perception
IULLS
NULLS
"painting is about the spectacle of peace (contemplation)", said dumbo
People keep saying Marden does dope.
But why?
what's a mulberry bush?
It's interesting how exotic painting is still perceived to be!
I think, whether it be an Elephant @ the helm of this predicament, or a loaded gun painting, painting should be less indebted to the stereotype of the 'exotic module for expertise', less comparing ED [that would be Elephant Done] and ER [that would be Exotic golden or silver Ricochet}, as the two most dominant agreements in Contemporary painting.
While this canon is something that the fairs are continually still serving up, and it has been well suggested that that is what has happened at The WB, as far as painting goes. I think Zoro and Amigo had a little chat about that.
There is plenty of wander still out there. Though, to my way of thinking, It's the stride, still, that will get us there.
Go forth, and forget the target practice. Oh, and Mary does it too!
Them art fairs is just a fancy way of saying car trunk sales.
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is a mulberry bush like a dingeberry bush?
y'know like the nether regions...
Where freudians like to look awry
and spout how erogenous these
these are and how is this where art
comes from....
I just see berries. Or tangled bushes.
Is chelsea fullof mullberries or dingleberries?
marionberries are popular, (to me) if only because of the associated elves. Snappy!
A Mulberry Bush is one that gets picked on in its final term, provides a habitat for caterpillas that can spin silk, and shit...
I forget
In the end you get your thrill on the hill with two others, before the sun goes down on Elton John and the good klansmen. You've lived your life playing here we go round, and there's not much more to mull over for a few berries more...
huh
Time for a new Post, Painter!
ahh the satisfaction... it's late the lights go out..the trip to the bar to talk about the day's work. Dear Dave...what'd it take to mix that pink...you are clearly asking too much of yourself... relax..nice violet.
For a long time, I had liked the building, the location and the beer, Now he is home safe and has produced this riveting and moving account of his torture and abuse at the hands of the U.S. government to shine a light in a dark place and try to help all those still languishing without hope.
Bit of a sidetrack here, a few minutes break in studio time, and while we are getting ready for that new spring time post, I'll give an honest opinion of what i think how this painting works, and the below-- both are very interesting.
Both play with this flattening out of surface, or surface/plane, while enhancing, or making more plain this sense of space, the immediate below, Kristen Schiele via architectural rendering and flattening. The composition is very calm and most parts relate to the shape of the canvas. The major focal points is the chair, and the other is us, outside the picture, thus this brings in portraiture as an aspect of this painting. The receding 'counterbalance' the two dark architectural vanishing points creates our visa. Here we get the sense that the painting has distance within the painting. We are also part of the painting though the painting space remains intact, the viewer at play making further sense to the image, building their own narrative out of the props. The viewer somehow integrates with this rectangular and perspective play. However there is a growing sense of 'strange' scale. Distance sometimes expands or unthreads from the weave. The connection between us and the chair becomes not only a psychological one that is hot, it also turns very abstract. This abstract heat is not a nebular, instead it becomes a conduit for an 'emotion' and suggests, almost, a religious fever, hierarchy. One senses in this play that it is lonely at the top. A superior being, which of course is us, is looking down at their own invention, at us. They, we, are not at all sure whether to be satisfied, though are amused being given some soul license for invention. The picture does not make us look out, we are submitted to looking in.
The top painting by Dave Miko does a similar thing. It keeps to the architectural space and line, this time by adding the magic pyramid to give the picture a sense of tangible space. The connection this time is the color rectangle sitting upfront. The connection this time is gained through the rectangle's similarity to the edges of the canvas, almost squared. So the magic pyramid/room illusion sits and works underneath, with the colored rectangle sitting on a transparent sheet of glass.
Of course both pictures are not abstract, they are part of a figurative trend fascinated with abstract notions of plane and space. as it relates to a long tradition of picture composition.
OK, now back to work.
I just googled endorcrine disruption and got over 503,000 results.
So now I'm doing a stack of paintings about bad hormones, that hang out with the wrong chemicals.
They will all have frowning faces and I think I'll color them pink.
Well its all right, everyday is judgement day
Maybe somewhere down the road aways
Youll think of me, and wonder where I am these days
Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays
Purple haze
dave miko paints a romantic version of a room in a factory squat in berlin in 1982 via the present re-disco fantasy
kristen paints a romantic version of a room inside Id magazine via sofia coppola's k.dunst bla + ol' rauchy east german povo fades
both stylised fashion mode 80's throwback pre-worn to be at one with the jaded non-glossy time eaten walls they dream of, on canvas, in contrast to the freshly painted disinfected walls of the gallery space they get shown in
dichotomy
"The king of acrylic sealants is a German product called Klasse. Klasse All-In-One generally provides 4-6 months of protection. Not long enough in our opinion. Works out to be fairly expensive too."
sall downtown 81 fanta c g
1. By truncating the bottom of a line or bar chart, one makes differences seem larger than they are
2. By representing one-dimensional quantities on a pictogram by two- or three-dimensional objects to compare their sizes, one makes the reader forget that the images don't scale the same way the quantities do. Two rows of small images would give a better idea than one small and one big one.
Giorgio de Chirico's early surrealistic paintings - piazzas, arcades, porticos, columns, statues, squares, mannequin figures in empty space in an atmosphere of loneliness, agoraphobia, mystery - are easily recognized and more than difficult to forget. The artist called these early works metaphysical painting. Now we have an excellent translation of de Chirico's only novel, Hebdomeros (1929). To this edition is added "Monsieur Dudron's Adventure...
Bar code - You need the clear coat, right? Signs of the times - like vampire weekend is "topping the charts" as a "good band" with "lots of cred" - yep and grape jello is the new napalm. Boat shoes are the new work boot. Chimps are the new chimps, same as the old chimps.
I noticed Bjork is finally down with the Dark Crystal esthetic. I love that Henson shit.
- like that deitch "project" dude with the fantastic mall pieces posted here - or michel gondry - guess that's look of one of the deitch "brands." Good for him - he really is the magic kindom of art, i'll give him that. Need more vacuum formed/fiberglass looking cartoon characters though (preferrably motorized) - lure back koons with a bigger budget than god. Do it now. I'll bring the acid and shrooms. Lets do it. I need a vacation from my vacation. then lets torture some enemy combatants in cells made of modern art. Get a government grant. I also want to sponsor a book burning. Anyone want to drink strohs and burn david sedaris and shit? I mean reach a wider audience through triumphal spectacle. I mean you can go ahead and do the insipid fucking assinine stand on a soap box sell tchotchkies to collectors type art fair stuff. Oooh whos going to sponsor the champagne? I need a fucking magnum just to get up in the morning.
if you think that such a character, upon finding her youngest child dead in the cradle, could say something like, "I had never forgotten the weariness that overtook me after my parents were killed, nor the savagery of my tears as I walked with my grandmother to the refugee camp, so I was able to meet my grief with a kind of recognition."
Hands up those who want to die!
OK now the rest of you I'd like to thump out the opening bars of Smoke on the Water on your desks, while I go over to the supervisor and ask if I can leave early today.
Ack! What's up with painters who write on their paintings? Isn't the image alone enough?
Wittgenstein's ash grey world on fire yadda yadda yadda
What about "no locals included" spray painted faux rock at last years whitbee- I mean a painting of spray paint, or a painting of writing like twombly, whatever. Keep it real and shit.
Is this protest art?
fear of a black feeling
i can dig that. Dont do solvents. Eat right. take a break or two,m da doo run run.
GALAHAD:
There it is!
ARTHUR:
The Bridge of Death!
ROBIN:
Oh, great.
ARTHUR:
Look! There's the old man from scene twenty-four!
BEDEVERE:
What is he doing here?
ARTHUR:
He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions--
GALAHAD:
Three questions.
ARTHUR:
Three questions. He who answers the five questions--
GALAHAD:
Three questions.
ARTHUR:
Three questions may cross in safety.
ROBIN:
What if you get a question wrong?
ARTHUR:
Then you are cast into the Gorge of Eternal Peril.
ROBIN:
Oh, I won't go.
how if at all can art be hardcore?
fGuckin tHis IS some of tHe BEst PiaNntig out righjt NOw anYonwe whO doesN;T tHinK so iS drinking to muCnch gatorade;anD shit
Oh this is Hardcore -
there is no way back for you.
Oh this is Hardcore -
this is me on top of you &
I can't believe that it took me this long. That it took me this long.
This is the eye of the storm.
It's what men in stained raincoats pay for but in here it is pure.
Yeah. This is the end of the line.
I've seen the storyline played out so many times before.
Oh that goes in there.
Then that goes in there.
Then that goes in there.
Then that goes in there. & then it's over. Oh, what a hell of a show
but what I want to know:
what exactly do you do for an encore? 'Cos this is Hardcore.
yeah when I think of hardcore i always think of jarvis. hmm
ok but i thought the release was well put and if you are putting neil jenny in a hardcore punk show, you have my attention
Some fans of traditional doom reject some hybrid doom styles like drone doom, questioning whether they're doom at all; He even got members of the U.S. Supreme Court talking in chambers about bong hits.
stay the curse
Neil "Nothing-leaves-my-studio-unless-it's-paid-for" Jenney -
Didn't he used to publish a baseball magazine, with his profits?
Hard Core!
if this
is about "the vanishing," thats sort of core is a Jungian peter doig golden egg kind of way.
I mean if you could reverse the completion times and fudge the intent.
Well yeah!
A '69 blowback on the 69th comment:
There must be some kind of way out of here...
Peter Doig, how did we get on to Deputy Doig? Or back onto him? Is it the market?
It's always the market!
three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect."
Nihilist.
What about China Art, Webthing? Where do you class that?
Globalist market capture by subsidised dumping?
What we have here, is a failure to qualify...
ted turner said we will all be cannibals. first lets eat the rich. but americans will only do that if they are served at applebees. right brain?
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