Thomas Nozkowski


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Painter said...

Thomas Nozkowski @
Pace Wildenstein
534 West 25th St.,
New York, NY 10001

zipthwung said...

I give it a 12.

We are concerned about role models for children using the sort of tactics that Doctor Who used against the Dalek. If that was transferred into the playground it would be something we would want to tackle

zipthwung said...

kind of pornographic

zipthwung said...

Call me a joker, call me a fool
Right at this moment Im totally cool
Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife
I feel like Im in the prime of my life
Sometimes it feels like Im going too fast
I dont know how long this feeling will last
Maybe its only tonight

No Rush said...

Nozkowskis work is lovely--ribbon in the sky, i guess.

Cannot reference Dr Who, Im more ab-fab unfortunately. Ill have to do more research on that.

Re: the Nozkowski that's on Zips blog. Why paint a picture of a broken grid? Isnt it stronger to make a picture using a broken grid? I just don't trust the Image. I feel like one has to take it inside yourself. Oh, now I get it

No Rush said...

Because if these are about how the figure and the ground play off each other, then I want to see the ground doing more. It's an epic battle; a beautiful struggle. Way more shocking than here portrayed, in my experience. But certainly his vocab is intelligent.

zipthwung said...

yeah nowzkowski is referencing to make a point I think and thats so dull, Im into embodyment or channeling so I guess I fall on the side of the tea leaf readers over the model makers.

"If black people kill black people every day, why not have a week and kill white people?"

and so on and so forth.

zipthwung said...

Capitalists are so hungry for profits that they will sell us the rope to hang them with

-MC Escher

My brain is blazing strong and uprising
My mind is thinking faster than my eyes be blinking
Check out the science of me, and my chemitry
Aesthetic, altruistic, thoughts flow endlessly
Flowing and growing, showing and proving
Pulled by gravity , but I keep moving with

360 degrees (x4)

zipthwung said...

I went to get the mouth but there was no bail
The fellows start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo g on trial cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six years sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo g looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire!, then came suzi

The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...

No Rush said...

Yo, I speak at schools a lot cause they say I'm intelligent
No, it's cause I'm dope, if I was wack I'd be irrelevant
I'm like the dope in your tracks until your high is settled in
You leanin' to the left, the laughter's the best medicine
But the troubles you have today you just can't laugh away
Stay optimistic, thinking change is gonna come like Donny Hathaway
You have to pray, on top of that, act today
Cause opportunity shrivel away like Tom Hanks in "Cast Away"
Everybody pass away, the pastor prays, the family mournin'
Everybody act accordin' to the season that they born in (You'll try to change the world)
You fight in the streets, start bleedin' 'til the blood is pourin'
In the gutter, mothers cry 'til the Lord be livin' by the sword and
All that folks want is safety, they goin' gun crazy
The same reason Reagan was playin' war games in the '80s
The same reason I always rock dog chains on my babies
The struggle is beautiful, I'm too strong for your slavery

CAP said...


This is the kind of stuff my high school art teachers used to dig.

CAP said...

Yeah I made it through high school.

Idon'tbathe said...

oh wow! headcheese and bologny are my favorite colors!
Dear Internet, you've pwned my life.
And if you had an orifice I'd make you my wife.
We'd do those freaky things that you show me daily.
Program you a voice to say, 'œBeefy! Spank me!'
Throw a shout out to ya when I update my blog.
5 hours without you is far too long.
You help me keep in touch with my fans,
But they don't donate. Help me get more fans!
Let's all thank God for miss Ada Lovelace.
Now load up my dirty pics of Gromit and Wallace.
Load Goatse and tubgirl.
Webcest from the US, all over the world.
I really don't believe Al Gore is your father,
But to tell the truth you'd make one hell of a daughter.
Just a warning: May Cause Virginity.
You're one half my friend. One half my enemy.

CAP said...

Yeah they were all into Paul Klee and shit. Not necessarily in that order.

CAP said...

Kimono Bauhaus!

eageageag said...

"And you will realize that the real masterpieces of "abstract" art are not by Rothko, Pollock, or DeKooning - they are by history's finest masters of traditional realism."

-- Fred Ross,
Chairman of the Art Renewal Center

Idon'tbathe said...

He "couldn't ad-lib a fart after a baked-bean dinner”

No Rush said...

I'm here for a convention and I happened to hear your voice on the radio. I kept hoping you'd introduce Pearl Jam's latest hit, but much to my chagrin, you were doling out worthless little advice pellets from your psychiatric pez dispenser.

CAP said...

'his vocab is intelligent'.

No Rush said...

it is.

Anonymous said...


High School? You are way ahead of yourself.
Unfortunately at high school, mostly, you learn, you don't have time to discover. Heaven Orbit, you don't pay the fees to have your kid focus play, do you? That just isn't in the top five curriculum.

I think what is attracting people to this is the diversity and 'at play' message that comes across.
He doesn't so much as tinker he plays with things to see how they come up. So right, Klee is a good example! Klee was one of my favorites at say ten, Duchamp by 12, another person who plays, and then by 14 it was the conductor Mondrian.
What all have in common is 'play'. They make up the rules.

A friend sent a letter. It contained a book of drawings by Kelly, just full of play and inquiry. It's almost painful to look through. Nothing seems to be happening with ease. You turn ten pages, and something just pops up. And you remember that that got turned into a painting.
The letter inside read '...this is what I'm looking at, and also Ad Reinhardt'.
And I thought, Ok, and here it comes WW #4, MIDNIGHT MEETS MIDDAY.

eageageag said...

I think the art world... is a very small pond, and it's a very inbred pond. They rely on information from an elect elite sect of galleries, primarily in New York.
Thomas Kinkade

Keep yourself surrounded by a family that loves you. My children have never told me they dislike one of my paintings.
Thomas Kinkade quote

What we are trying to do is create a single access point that has no wrong door.
Bob Ross

eageageag said...

A Dr. Who scarf in baloney soup. Is that what your trying to say? This isn't a good Nozkowski. The association with a scarf is too strong. His paintings that are more ambiguous work better for me.

webthing said...

it looks a bit wobbly, reminds me of colon hydrotherapy, intestines, duchamp's bride stripped bare, it's all jamming. but you know i can live with noxkowski work. Something. g d

Hard nox hom.

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zipthwung said...

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zipthwung said...

You always said, the cards would never do you wrong
The trick you said was never piay the game too long
A gamblers share, the only risk that you would take
The only loss you could forsake
The only bluff you couldnt fake

And youre still the same
I caught up with you yesterday
Moving game to game
No one standing in your way
Turning on the charm
Long enough to get you by
Youre still the same
You still aim high

Shoot high aim low
Who says's there's got to be a reason
Shoot high let go
Who says there's got to be an answer

CAP said...

I enjoyed the Sparks revival – ah the old whimsy. But if you saw them first time round, it’s just that little bit more polished and predictable now.

Still, there are times when this is reassuring for many, if frustrating for some.

KJ made the opening, naturally. Pace is the place. They were all waiting for him. But KJ never has all the babes strolling through the crowds like Vernissage. Is that a job now?

eageageag said...

The official JK theme:

I wanna go to cool places with you
I wanna take you cool places tonite
I wanna go where nobody's a fool
And no one says uh, "hey girl, need a light?"
I want to move like this and that
A minimum of chit chat
I never wanna cool down, cool down, cool, cool, cool
Cool places tonite

I gotta tell you, you're lookin' real good
They let us in so I'm feelin' all right
I like to go where sometimes they refuse
Yeah, I remember last Saturday nite
But I'm feeling cooler now
And they could tell we're cooler now
It's obvious we're cooler now, cooler now, cool, cool, cool
Cool places tonite

I wanna go, I wanna go, etc.

I want to go to cool places tonite
I wanna go to cool places with you
And after that we'll slip out for a bite
A coffee shop, and toast, coffee and juice
And then we'll sleep 'til 5 P.M.
And start it up all over again
I never want to cool down, cool down, cool, cool, cool

I wanna go, I wanna go, etc.

me im thinkin clown said...

i'll take that scarf and bologna any day, man.
this is some good paint!

eageageag said...

The colors are reminiscent of Klee that is for sure. Klee's diaries are still worth reading. The over 50 set sure love Nozkowski.

No Rush said...

this town isnt big enough...

CAP said...

I love it when KJ buttonholes someone in a gallery – especially at openings. I can hardly bear to watch, it’s so embarrassing, but at the same time it has a sort of hideous fascination. He’s really the closest thing the NY art world has to Ricky Gervais.

No Rush said...

he jiggles the camera too much. plus the online video resolution is so bad, you can barely see the work. i like it when you can see his reflection in the glass though

CAP said...

And when he just calls out to people across the gallery or even on the street, I just can't look. Not that you can see much anyway, as you point out. But it's like "Hey Dana! Over here! Love your show!"

zipthwung said...

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zipthwung said...

8. The Orange to the Apple.

Changing an orange to an apple is not a difficult trick, if you know the secret. The orange is placed beneath a napkin, and when the cloth is removed, there is the apple instead. You will also learn The Ghost Knot and Tony Clark's Scarf Thruough Arm! Extra Bonus!!

H.B said...

jk does it for me - not the slick shit. I love Noz and I'm under 25.

eageageag said...

Yes Noz is great (and I am 40). But painter did not choose a very good one for us comment on.

CAP said...

Agree with the last part.

Anonymous said...

I like this one.

Ofili and Chris-- Martin and back to Chris Chris O.

The image painter has up reminds me of that big thing R D did ages ago, and newer one still in the old C here, kinda thing. You got the flat plates version and then the little #D version below sitting or twisting on the ground. Ain't that funny enough for ya all.

Anonymous said...

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No Rush said...

there you go darlin

No Rush said...

for some reason this is the one i like. These are very hard to explain--but how it thwarts your desire to see thru the cut outs to the background is enjoyably perverse. The strange head like shape clinging to/thrusting from the side is oddly satisfying. Every shape different, Nothing touching. background holding its own.

H.B said...

just like a chocolate milkshake only crunchy.

eageageag said...

That one is much more interesting no rush.


She don't like fashions, she don't like phonies

She don't like junkies, she don't like druggies

She just wants my beef baloney

Beef, beef beef, beef baloney (x4)

She don't like salami, she don't want pastrami

She don't want a chicken, she don't want a roast

She just wants her double dose

Beef, beef, beef, beef baloney, beef, beef, beef

Anonymous said...


eageageag said...

Sorry I will try to come up with original shtick in the future.

cap if you don't like Noz's stuff what abstract painter do you like? Just wonderin'.

Anonymous said...

Günter Förg is probably the European equivalent, also quite a character.

CAP said...

Bill Komoski used to do some good small-scale abstraction as well, although he also goes up-scale -


kalm james said...

Thanks for the props guys, just getting this many art critics together in one show is an achievement, and who says Roberta ain’t a babe?

Check it out here full screen mode:

CAP said...

But if you're on the Noz tip, you might also like the work of English painter Prunella Clough (1919-99) - more small-scale abstraction with a lot of versatility in composition -


Yo KJ!

We love you man.

zipthwung said...

Je v'nais de manifester au Quartier
J'arrive chez moi, fatigué, épuisé,
Mon père me dit : bonsoir fiston, comment ça va ?
J'lui réponds : ta gueule, sale con, ça t'regarde pas !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève salope !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève charogne !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève poubelle !
Vlan ! Une beigne !

Le lendemain, comme tous les jours, j'vais au lycée,
Je rencontre dans la cour mon prof d'anglais,
Elle me dit : bonjour jeune homme, comment ça va ?
J'ui réponds: ta gueule, sale conne, ça t'regarde pas !

Et j'ui ai dit : crève salope !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève charogne !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève poubelle !
Vlan ! Une beigne !

L'proviseur m'a convoqué le lendemain,
Dans son cabinet privé, pour un entretien,
Y m'dit : essuyez vos pieds avant d'entrer.
J'ui ai dit : écoute mon pote, tu m'laisses causer !

Et j'ui ai dit : crève salope !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève charogne !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève fumier !
Vlan ! Viré !

Je m'suis r'trouvé dans la rue, abandonné,
J'étais complèt'ment perdu, désespéré,
Un flic me voit et me dit : qu'est-c'tu fous ici ?
A l'heure qu'il est, tu devrais être au lycée,

Et j'ui ai dit : crève salope !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève charogne !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève fumier !
Vlan ! Bouclé !

Je m'suis r'trouvé enfermé à la Santé,
Puis j'ai été condamné à être guillotiné,
Le jour d'mon exécution, j'ai eu droit au cur'ton,
Y m'dit : repentez-vous mon frère, dans une dernière prière

Et j'ui ai dit : crève salope !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève charogne !
Et j'ui ai dit : crève fumier !
Vlan ! Y z'ont tranché !

zipthwung said...

Holy crap, im 18/M and my butt looks exactly like pic 3 the tanned ones. damn i hate these strethc marks
and im so self concious >_< .here in F***ing India i cant even seem to find Cocoa Butter , heard it helps lighten them. omg and now that i started gyming its gonna worsen !_! im not fat at all neither hav i lost any weight

zipthwung said...

Lazzaro shoots him after a public speaking event in a future where the United States has been balkanized. During Billy's public speech he declares that following his lecture he will be killed, so he uses this fact to convey his message that because time is another dimension all three-dimensional slices as we know them exist simultaneously. Therefore, everyone is always alive and death is not a tragic event.

Idon'tbathe said...

consider thisd you.nozowski is a bad-ass, he lectured at SAIC when i was a grad student and was so generous with his studio visits...he stayed much longer than he should of and had great things to say

CAP said...

And you think that makes a difference to his work?

No Rush said...

you say dimentional slices, you say beef bologna, I say mortadella (with pistachio). My aunt used to make this weird stained glass rocky road kind of like this.

Also--Love those Jedidiah Caesar cross sections.

webthing said...

I was really trying to think something through and politics was informing every thing that we were doing in those days, with Vietnam, with the early days of feminism, and with the Civil Rights movement.... I felt that I could no longer do big paintings that were for an audience of the very institutions that I then despised. The last thing I wanted to do was to paint for a museum, to paint for a bank lobby. I wanted to paint paintings that could lit in my friends' rooms. (2)

webthing said...

What is striking is that Nozkowski has taken a format that originated as a bourgeois convention--the domestic-scaled painting--and claimed it as politically subversive. His devotion to smallness also reflects a broader art-historical moment--one in which avant-gardism had become so much the norm that a certain anti-avant-gardism conversely became an effective way to resist conformity. However, the complexity of his paintings belies their moderate sizes; Nozkowski achieves monumentality in minute measurements. His paintings lure the eye to their surfaces and demand prolonged looking. At exhibitions of his work, one notices people spending real time with pictures--tilting their heads, stepping back, forward, moving to the next painting, and quickly returning for another look. It is an intimate, often exhausting, exercise.

CAP said...
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zipthwung said...

Thats a nice sales pitch web thing, but painting small is about as political as chewing bubble yum instead of big red. I couldn't find anything about being generous to a fault but I did discover I was completely stunned by my passion--by my holy rages against the way the modern age was trying to shape everybody into automatons

I love me. More me less Nozkowski.

zipthwung said...

I should have written chicklets huh. Fuck.

Idon'tbathe said...

Sometimes before lectures his knees were trembling. Afterward he would sometimes go out and throw up. He was often worried that he hadn't lectured well. Sometimes he'd be brilliant and think he'd done awfully. Sometimes he'd be self-indulgent and repetitive--and wouldn't really know the difference or whatevert

kalm james said...

I’d have to rank Tom up there in the top five or ten painters working in New York nowadays. Considering his contrarian leanings with scale and his strict abstract stance, which may at this historic point, be reactionary. If I was going to fault anything about the work it would be its taughtness, an almost crystalline perfection derived from a lifetime of focused striving. The results are admirable and I respect what he’s done by staying focused and sticking to his guns. But for me it’s almost like walking around with your butt clenched all the time, continually flexing your abs so you don’t look flabby. I’m hoping he might loosen up a bit take a breath, pass a little gas, ad some slackness to the toolbox. JK

zipthwung said...

but like he's not trying to tell us what will actually happen next...just what's happening now in future-ific terms. He calls this the "future present" and he's got it exactly right I think maybe.

zipthwung said...

It will soon be necessary to remark those who do nothing remarkable. I love you I no longer love you he loves another woman for example. What is so droll, however, is that all the books which do analyze this phenomenon, usually to deplore it, must sacrifice themselves to the spectacle if they're to become known.
To the false earth without elements of the fourth dimension and i set up walls that crumble one must live fire catches the grasses the roots of the trees one must live you won't have me i enter the moon printed shadows on the yellow dress with two very distinct smiles in the eyes that one must know how to capture together in order to see you walk in order to be tired i speak without ambiguity

zipthwung said...

And if my woody breaks down on me somewhere on the surf route
(Surf City, here we come)
I'll strap my board to my back and hitch a ride in my wetsuit
(Surf City, here we come)

zipthwung said...

Because naming any large vessel Titanic is just asking for trouble, the ship soon has itself a big accident, and The Doctor has to lead a motley group of passengers and staff -- including a cocktail waitress played by Australian-born pop star Kylie Minogue -- through the wreckage. The episode is less a "Titanic" homage than a "Poseidon Adventure" pastiche, and while the special effects are nifty and some individual moments stand out (The Doctor announcing his identity in a hero close-up, the sacrifices of several doomed passengers), overall it lacks an emotional hook. The fate of the ship -- and of Earth -- is at stake, but there's little at stake for The Doctor himself, as opposed to the previous Christmas specials.

Idon'tbathe said...

he had the best relationship with people when there was some discursive dance back and forth. He could spin a pretty good tale in his lectures, but when I would say 'I don't think this is true' or 'There's another way to see this' he never shut the thing down. We did have pretty stormy discussions. But when it came time to write me a letter of recommendation he wrote a really stellar letter that opened a lot of doors for me whatevert
consider thisd There are differences in opinion on this one. Certainly, people have believed for centuries that retaining flatulence is bad for the health. Emperor Claudius even passed a law legalizing farting at banquets out of concern for peoples' health. There was a widespread belief that a person could be poisoned or catch a disease by retaining farts.

zipthwung said...

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I dont have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Lets do some living after we die

dowd and shit.M

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webthing said...

I was there at the end. Grown like a hole, blowed up bigger and puffed out for a span of infinite spreads in all directions. Out to all. Everybody knows this truly but then who knows anything when the work just comes to those who forget it's over and blunder on! I wouldn't say it's a real problem solver, but then like what's the point of a smoking barrel when the sun just rises (or the earth tilts) and we all live to scrape another day. Particles, part-participles, plumes of possibility, all twined up in some idea of presence. But really the key to the future is how many times the same thing can disguise itself as something else, a dodge here and there, all finding new ways to say the same shit, it's slow and it burns all night and into the sunrise, coz somehow the combinations are endless and the whole thing just either plugs on itself to some while others just hyper down the chute and mix like hell BLAM. KAPOW. SCHNEEEE... Superheroes are defeated but myth is realer and longer and more robust and will outlive us all, so long as someone keeps putting it down on that giant cave wall in the june paik dreampark. Off. Away.

webthing said...
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zipthwung said...

back to the origin my life is an imageless corridor and while i'm at it in the order of things i except nuances a man gives in his language names of children and bread to the pigeons with a mechanical arm night comes without one being aware of it i walk barefoot on the beach what he didn't saw he grimaced on contact with the pebbles i assume the vindicative flight of love caught up in the game of docile vision however it was not so simple the truth is that he would speak to the girls he loved so they'd know in order later to anticipate his silences and he rendered them infinitesimal each breath he could increase the size of a fart up to the stars art unhinges the emotional personality creation splits in two rot plus creation i turn on the out-of-date trajectory of nights rumpled by four of the he recapitulated the inclemencies with a mathematical precision

zipthwung said...

What hath their revolution wrought? A brochure, "The Feng Shui of Ironing," which comes with Rowenta irons. It explains that "a wrinkle is actually 'tension' in the fabric. Releasing the tension by removing the wrink-le improves the flow of ch'i." Right on, Rowenta.

No Rush said...

Ch'i happens dudes. You better believe it.

Multi-Media Artist said...

zipthwung, your honesty makes me feel sad. I love it.

No Rush said...

Ive never ever met a kid called Joplin in my latte town. Never met a kid named Janis either. There are about a million Dylans. Our bohos are looking for odd names for their kids these days--Mamie, Cora, Ezra, August. Hey whatever. This guy told me he wanted to name his kid Earl but didnt fly wit the wife.

zipthwung said...

My grapa was named Earl. I'd go with something evocative of the frontier like Chester or Wendy. Good wholesome sounding names so when they get picked up for smoking weed in the park, they can hold their heads up high and laugh like dust in the wind, which is all we are of course.

Remember when everyone listened to the same five radio stations? Weird.

Aaron said...

Geroge Will notwithstanding, Conservatives seem to have a better machine overall.

The statue stood for only 54 years until Rhodes was hit by an earthquake in 226 BC. The statue snapped at the knees and fell over on to the land.

May the best horse win.

webthing said...

phony laws &phony laws can't touch realpoemheartz

zipthwung said...

A habitual wearer of flowing scarves which trailed behind her, Duncan's fashion preferences were the cause of her death in a freak automobile accident in Nice, France, on the night of September 14, 1927 at the age of 50. The scarf was hand painted silk from the Russian born artist; Roman Chatov. The accident gave rise to Gertrude Stein's mordant remark that "affectations can be dangerous."

juliensky said...

Zipthwung, you are clearly not going to stop the excessive commentary, most of it having nothing to do with the work in question. And this is partly BECAUSE someone like me is asking you to park it. Mostly it's because you are a ham. I hope you know you are driving many people away from this awesome blog so you can woo two people with your free-association skills. You are clearly smart and have a lot to say but give some others a break from having their patience taxed. Your last comment had some wisdom but cut the fat. Please! Anyone in agreement please say so.

lookinaroundbob said...

So....Juli, what do you think of Nozkowski? (zip's funny and you don't anyone actually reads it all...)

zipthwung said...

Mind Blast: The mind blast is the mind flayer's signature ability and it's the toughest to circumvent. The lone rogue or ranger scouting up ahead is terribly vulnerable to this attack because of their poor Will saves. In fact, they may not fight again this side of a raise deadspell.

Even when attacking the creature as a coordinated group, the 60-foot cone is apt to get most, if not all, of the party. Thwarting the mind blast ability is a difficult proposition requiring powerful magic. The spells to use are spell resistance, protection from spells, or spell immunity (since mind blast is the equivalent of a 4th-level spell). Even without these powerful preventive magics, having a large group attack enhances the chances that at least one of your party will make her saving throw.

Another suggestion from Lords of Madness is to use a summoned creature that is immune to the stun

juliensky said...

EXACTLY. NO ONE READS IT ALL. Therefore, we are all getting more than we need to chew. Other peoples want to discuss art not flit through bails of hay to find a peanut.

zipthwung said...

I believe that what I’m doing is actually very close to our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world. We slowly build up a whole web of associations and meanings. Information overload refers to the state of having too much information to make a decision or remain informed about a topic. It is often referred to in conjunction with various forms of Computer-mediated communication such as e-mail and the Web. The term was coined in 1970 by Alvin Toffler in his book Future Shock.

juliensky said...

Your methods are as valid as anyone else's. When anyone talks about anything tangents are inevitable. But one has to bring it down to the BASE TOPIC sooner than later because other people want to drop a penny in the bucket too. I do not have beef with the method. I have beef with the volume and fat. I'm talking about etiquette.
The rambling is more appropriate for live chat rooms. You're going to do what you're gonna do but at least think about how that affects this awesome blog in general and the people who want to use it as a topic-based (at least some of the time) forum. One can whistle as loud as one wants in "public 'spaces" like this, but it doesn't mean it's polite.

zipthwung said...

The first rude boys in the 1960s were associated with the poorer sections of Kingston, Jamaica, where rocksteady was the most popular form of music. They dressed in the latest fashions at dancehalls and on the streets. Many of these rude boys started wearing sharp suits, thin ties, and pork pie or Trilby hats; inspired by United States gangster movies, jazz musicians and soul music artists. In that time period, disaffected unemployed Jamaican youths sometimes found temporary employment from sound system operators to disrupt competitors' dances (leading to the term dancehall crasher). This — and other street violence — became an integral part of the rude boy lifestyle, and gave rise to a culture of political gang violence in Jamaica. As the Jamaican diaspora grew in the United Kingdom during the 1960s, rude boy music and fashion, as well as the gang mentality, became a strong influence on the skinhead subculture.

juliensky said...

YOu are like a boy covering his ears, going "la la la la la". I expected as much. At least I tried.

zipthwung said...


Nomi Lubin said...

I hope you know you are driving many people away from this awesome blog so you can woo two people with your free-association skills . . . Anyone in agreement please say so.

In agreement. It's frustrating. It's a shame.

I don't like the snarky dismissive tone of much the criticism on here either, but it is the massive volume of obscenely self-indulgent random comments that is most alienating.

I love looking at paintings. I wish there were a site just like this without this problem.

zipthwung said...

In philosophy, a Dérive is a French concept meaning an aimless walk, probably through city streets
In the final analysis, Windsock Ridge points in the direction of sustainable energy Trolls known as gravediggers purposefully post in old and irrelevant threads simply to bring that thread to light again. This methporical use of "gravedigger" is already attested in Karl Marx's own writings, and was continued in the same sense by Lenin, Trotsky and many other Marxist theoreticians and leaders.

webthing said...

if this turned into the politically correct book-club suggested we'd never get anywhere near the truth. it needs hard edges as much as it needs soft ones. but it does need both in measures.

to filtrate - i'm surprised in this 'modern' world you haven't encountered this same situation at every turn. i'd rather search through the hay to find the peanuts, searching through peanuts to find hay is not real world. neither is peanuts and no hay. hay is life. the wise know how even to extract the truth from the hay itself.

getting slammed is fun!

webthing said...


Is PNYC...

1. Nasty/Nice

2. Relevant/Irrelevant

3. Effective/Disaffective

4. Buff/Flaccid

Thankyou for your feedback!

Carolyn said...

juliensky & nomi, I agree. I haven't been on here in weeks and checked in tonight, hoping something had changed but it's the same old same old.

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zipthwung said...

Waffle Cones have a very high sugar content ? even higher than sugar cones. This makes them very fragile. We compensate for the natural fragility in the following ways:

• Special foam packaging

• Much lower shortening content

• Fiber ? Since introducing fiber, we have experienced a truly dramatic reduction in breakage. In fact, breakage has been reduced to such an extent, that it has become a non-issue.

Joy waffle cones are the strongest and best tasting waffle cones in the market. In addition, our waffle cones are designed for better portion control. This is due to the sharper angle of our cones which causes a higher portion of the serving to be prominently visible.

W B Yeats said...

Treat 'em mean
Keep 'em keen

white stupid said...

i live in NYC and i know plenty of people who used to post here. no longer... all because of Zip. you can't shame him either. his narcissism is boundless. i fucking hate the guy and won't read a word he writes.

Anonymous said...

I don't think "life isn't fair" is an adequate justification for Z's indulgences, and while he is right that our knowledge and experience often do grow through leisurely circumlocution, his approach is a caricature, to say the least.

I just scroll past him and look for more interesting comments. Think of it as moving to a different table.
I am having a real hard time with this painting.
The flowing scarf suggestion is a very different handing of space from what I'm used to from this artist. Of course I feel guilty for seeing it like that; it is more complex than a single twisted sheet. And the varieties of contours, especially in the top half, have it all over the bottom half.
Maybe that's the pont: it's a painting of a progression from monotony to variety?

zipthwung said...

# As the saying goes, the politics in academia are so ugly because the stakes are so low. But when the stakes become about something that at least one group of people see as “something,” that’s when they can get really really ugly.
# It’s amazing how a group of faculty who are otherwise not empowered or involved in things can cause a big fight.
# People who have advanced degrees in fields like English are just as capable as anyone else of misreading texts and/or writing things with one supposed intention when it would appear to others to have the exact opposite intention. In other words, we all bring our own “terministic screens” to the party. The wikipedia entry on Kenneth Burke describes terministic screens as “a set of symbols that becomes a kind of screen or grid of intelligibility through which the world makes sense to us.

Tatiana said...

i am hot for nozkowski.

zipthwung said...

Compare to Hirst - I think thye would compliment eachother - chaos controll sort of thing, too a degree.


B. 1965


1,500,000—2,000,000 USD

I bet it gets 2 million easy.

Nomi Lubin said...

A politically correct book club? That's not what I want. Being civil doesn't have to be boring.

No Rush said...

Nomi Lubin said...

30/1/08 7:25 PM

white stupid said...
this guy needs photoshop or a projector! he can't draw lil kim. what good is a culture critique if the personalities have to wear nametags

24/3/06 12:52 AM

Professor Mouth said...
You're right, zipthwung. My apologies.

23/3/06 12:04 PM

webthing said...

a self-regulating system... with no governance... i'm impressed... have we been bred diplomatik or is it a human thang...

nozkowski is not an unusual painter. his prowess for finding new systems of the visual is almost unsurpassed at the moment as jk mentioned, he's up there with the good ones working today. i guess you could say what he's searching for most in the work is an interesting set of dynamics. it's an urge that is shared by experimental musicians but thank god he focuses on trying to produce resonance most of the time with flecks of dissonance. doing things the other way around is terrible on the spirit.

though i agree this one does treat scale inside itself differently than most.

zipthwung said...

More precisely, a Turing machine consists of:

1. A TAPE which is divided into cells, one next to the other.

gomez said...

More snarky dismissive please.

zipthwung said...

Ah, chutes and ladders. A classic.

It takes just minutes to learn but a lifetime to master the strategy.

And you never know from game to game exactly how the child you play with will attempt to cheat this time, so it is always exciting. By the way, remind me to tell you about my ingrown toenail. Actually, on second thought, I prefer that nobody know about it, it's a little embarrassing. So, never mind.

[...]. You know, for being a game I played as a kid that kids still play. But other reviewers have pointed out that young kids constantly get turned around going up the ladders and down the chutes. That's true, I'll dock a star for that, it does make it a hard game to play with any kid young enough to be interested in playing it. They could put little arrows across the bottoms of the rows to help people along, or a little trail of footprints or something cute like that. Still, kids do gravitate towards this game, they seem to like the little subplots around each chute and ladder, little stories of rewards and consequences.

3.In the last row of game play there are three chutes with only a couple of spaces separating them, which makes it VERY difficult for anyone to win and the game to be over. This gets annoying after a while and frustrating to little people.

So, we like this game, but it isn't our favorite. Be aware of your child's ability to recognize numbers and handle game frustration.

zipthwung said...

The point of patterns is not to describe tricks any of us have invented individually, but solutions many of us have come up with, independently, to solve a wide range of problems.

In academic or research paradigms, originality is key. With patterns, originality is not important; in fact, the best validation one can give a pattern is to say it's not original, that it's ubiquitous. We need to find a way to say, "your work is not original" in a way that's positive and supportive. We also need to avoid the net newbie's classic, "Me, too!," with a lengthy restatement or quote of the solution. (See: MeToo)

Therefore: Say "I have this pattern" when you want to reinforce someone else's experience with your own.

Anonymous said...

Validation based on pattern recognition sounds like the academic paradigm to me, but I'm not sure academia is so isolated. I do like the idea of nurture through finding commonalities.
Ok so I don't always skip Zip.

Many writers have recognized patterns in Nozkowski, i.e., art historical references, and/but/and/but what makes him notable is the originality, the unique voice, which gains part of its power in relief against the recognizable echoes of Dove et al.

zipthwung said...

You get the feeling that if he ever somehow failed to sneak at least one semicolon into a paragraph, he might suffer some kind of syntactic withdrawal—his overworked right-hand pinkie finger would start to sweat and twitch uncontrollably over its home-key, until he managed to calm himself down with the methadone of a comma splice or an em dash;
Noah "sent forth a dove from him to see if the waters were abated from off the face of the ground."

zipthwung said...

Sunlight does not reach the surface of Uranus and the pressures are enormous -- millions of times that of the pressure on the Earth's ocean floors. The temperatures are far below freezing. (-270 degrees F to -380 degrees F.) This does not mean it is beyond the realm of possibilites that life could exist there, but it makes it highly unlikely.

juliensky said...

"his narcissism is boundless."
Well said.
The naughty/nice reduction does not apply here. There's lots of grey in between that's more interesting. And there's PLENTY of grey that has nothing to do with zip's type of irritating excess. Hay is necessary for sure. But there's a difference between self-indulgent wankery and hay. Even the most profound content and forms can become wankery by its repetition without rest. And Zip does not rest. "Terministic screens" are inevitable. Everyone knows that already. No one sees everything the same way. Zip defends his methods as if he was the only one who's gone to grad school or read a book. As a result people leave here in droves.
But Zip does not care because he loves the sound (and I stress SOUND) of his own voice too much.
I've said my last bit on this subject.
I will try to withstand the bad weather and concentrate on the work.

No Rush said...


No Rush said...


zipthwung said...

but then the dead can't ski then

I hear Buscemi was down at the Bowery
I didnt go.

Hayfever. And the drinks are six bucks and how many bands do you have to see before you get in for free?

No Rush said...

open bar from 10-11 but u missed it

Anonymous said...

Man, zip is the best thing since sliced bread. His particular way of club sandwich, the version with the watercress and tomato with the crusts chain-sawed off, is worthy of note. Large man who toddles in pimms before 8 is a man of the whorl, and one of my heart.
For his birthday I intend to present him with a 3 feet wide, that's 36 inches, eyeliner brush and large barrel of thick blood ooze [that's black], something I hope he'll use in one foul-fit-quick sweep across the screeeeen, his mean machine. Saddle up!
Zip, 'longing for civil talk', less angelic name talk about me, longs you. Please be a decent chap and give Ms. Civil a minute of your time. I mean, discuss a canvas, you can fall asleep while you do.

Nozkowski ≠ boundless + a tad conservative = not inventing the wheel (again), which really needs to happen time to time, but is in service of things we know and love, and good service it is at that.

Personally I think I would go with the Abts if I had to choose. They sink like rocks with the sound of little bells.
But then, they Are both good. I hear 14 and 16 inch stretcher bars are out of stock across at Pearl... don't effect the screen, boo-hoo!

eageageag said...

I believe that what I’m doing is actually very close to our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world. We slowly build up a whole web of associations and meanings. Information overload refers to the state of having too much information to make a decision or remain informed about a topic. It is often referred to in conjunction with various forms of Computer-mediated communication such as e-mail and the Web. The term was coined in 1970 by Alvin Toffler in his book Future Shock.


CAP said...

How come it’s mainly women that complain about reading here, and pause only to write about that, while men are happy to go on writing, prefer not to read too much beyond that?

The girls ask for quality, the boys answer with quantity. Readers or writers, it seems to make a difference.

It’s a familiar dialogue.

It’s true the threads no longer attract comments from Kelli, Cookie, Poppy or Nomi and they’re missed. But I hardly think they were deterred by Zip. They commented alongside him in 2006 or 7. I think it’s more likely they just have better things to do, even on the web. This is just a recreation after all. No-one’s obliged to make a contribution or measure it in some way. If you want something special from the forum, you’re going to have to raise it yourself. Readers who can only complain about writers are just passengers.

No Rush said...

How do you know whos a boy and whos a girl? anyway painters a girl...and thats all that matters...

Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a rock and roll band
Who'll throw it all away
I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed
'Cuz you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, 'cuz summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
'Cuz you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And so, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as she's walking on by
My soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
I heard you say
At least not today.

No Rush said...

poppy was a boy-he said

No Rush said...

shit cookie blaha was a boy too, WTF CRAP?

zipthwung said...

Sneeze and the whole world passes you by. eageag you din;t read nowzkowski's statement, talk about lazy. Do people read anymore? Or is it all about collecting insects - might help you dodge the draft. Don't ask how I know or if I know, because I don't. Speaking of drafts, the butterfly net is coming - and a mighty unpopular move it will be. Where will all the flowers go? I don;t think we can avoid it in the long haul. Look at Myanmar - probably 100,000 people dead and No dozeski is making more lyrical found object still lifes than you can shit stones at. Well bully for you old chap, I guess life has treated you harshly, what with a clever son who makes clever videos, and a lot of adoring fans from your cushy ivory tower. Is art therapy? Your paintings seem to answer that question. But who buys them? People who need facials no doubt. Well Ive got plenty of shit to sling at them. Come and get it suckers. Poops on you. Yeah, go hang by your thumbs, I'll be making ammo. Or you will, and I;ll just load up and shit. GOd I love this all you can eat fecal buffet. Yeah, everybody say my name. Oooh its so shamefull. Art of retards. you want to be in it? Flip and dismissive. Don;t call it a movement, because I still need to take a shit.

zipthwung said...

I mean sign the guest book, be my guest. I'll sign it back and we can look at each others names next week. YOu werent all girls or one person were you? I mean keep it real. And what about the paitning? Did you see the 40 paintings at Pace? Did they thrill you? Really? I thought a few were good, but fuck, Pace!

zipthwung said...

Now that the smokes gone
And the air is all clear
Those who were right there
Got a new kind of fear
Youd fight and you were right
But they were just to strong
Theyd stick it in your face
And let you smell what they consider wrong
Thats why I say hey man nice, nice shot
What a good shot man

budds for you!

No Rush said...

I see you walking by there in JKs vid of Milton Resnick show. Hi!

zipthwung said...

this lascaux's for you

oilgirl said...

Nozkowski is, for me, a great painter. I think he's honest with his approach and hangs his paint on painterly concerns rather than concepts. I like that he contrasts qwerky shapes, patterns and textures in surprising and un-pretty ways...he chooses colors that sit uncomfortably on top of swishy grounds. He's the ultimate formalist and I don't care two shits whether he paints small or for his friends apartments. I saw that video a while back and was so awestruck by his approach to subject matter. Very cool. Like Clough (someone mentioned already) he has a similar desire to get up close to things we take for granted.

Klee: 'Art does not reproduce the visible but makes things visible'

Quantity v quality?...hmmmm... I think we would all get more from quality, gender aside.

Anonymous said...

Oilgirl, I understand and agree with the distinction you are making between "painterly concerns" and "concepts" in Nzk's work, but could explain these terms more? I think some painterly concerns are concepts but not all concepts are painterly concerns.
Thierry DeDuve mentions in passing that Duchamp loved Matisse. is matisse a "conceptual painter" and more to the point, is Nozkowski? And idon't want to fall into that trap of saying "hey, LEonardo was a conceptual painter because there were concepts." Can we agree that painting is a different enterprise in different times?
BUt what are the times now? Can a conceptual painter be defined as one who questions (to use a catch-all word) what painting is at that moment? (yes) And at this moment it is no longer so urgent that this questioning take place in the expanded field of installation, etc a la Stockholder or Apfelbaum, but rather in relation to what you call painterly concerns, and perhaps that very limitation acts as a polemic.
I think it's hilarious that Pearl is out of 16" stretcher strips. 36 is a good size.

Also bravo for using the term formalist, because it it time to rescue it from anti-Greenberg oblivion, after 40-50 years. It cannot be made to mean only one thing. formalist art in the best sense is exceedingly human.

eageageag said...
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eageageag said...

I believe that what I’m doing is actually very close to our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world. We slowly build up a whole web of associations and meanings. Information overload refers to the state of having too much information to make a decision or remain informed about a topic. It is often referred to in conjunction with various forms of Computer-mediated communication such as e-mail and the Web. The term was coined in 1970 by Alvin Toffler in his book Future Shock.

6/5/08 4:10 PM

Quotation marks are so passe aren't they?

zipthwung said...

Yes. Nozkowski is to be applauded for his lack of pretention. But the statement is pretentious (as usual), in that what he is doing is not "actually very close to our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world"


"actually our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world"

unless maybe you have low self esteem. You tell me.

But if you paint for a while, you will realize that his "eye" or ability to translate environment to painting, contains (inhabits) echos of the Calvinist ideals of Clement Greenberg, the apotheosis of which is heraldic chevrons.

This is wrong.

Why is Nozkowski singled out among many? Because he is a nice guy who teaches well and who has been painting since before you were watching Howdie Doodie.

No Rush said...

Out of the earth to rest or range
Perpetual in perpetual change,
The unknown passing through the strange.

Water and saltness held together
To tread the dust and stand the weather,
And plough the field and stretch the tether,

To pass the wine-cup and be witty,
Water the sands and build the city,
Slaughter like devils and have pity,

Be red with rage and pale with lust,
Make beauty come, make peace, make trust,
Water and saltness mixed with dust;

Drive over earth, swim under sea,
Fly in the eagles secrecy,
Guess where the hidden comets be;

Know all the deathy seeds that still
Queen Helens beauty, Caesars will,
And slay them even as they kill;

Fashion an altar for a rood,
Defile a continent with blood,
And watch a brother starve for food:

Love like a madman, shaking, blind,
Till self is burnt into a kind
Possession of another mind;

Brood upon beauty, till the grace
Of beauty with the holy face
Brings peace into the bitter place;

Prove in the lifeless granites, scan
The stars for hope, for guide, for plan;
Live as a woman or a man;

Fasten to lover or to friend,
Until the heart break at the end:
The break of death that cannot mend;

Then to lie useless, helpless, still,
Down in the earth, in dark, to fill
The roots of grass or daffodil.

Down in the earth, in dark, alone,
A mockery of the ghost in bone,
The strangeness, passing the unknown.

Time will go by, that outlasts clocks,
Dawn in the thorps will rouse the cocks,
Sunset be glory on the rocks:

But it, the thing, will never heed
Even the rootling from the seed
Thrusting to suck it for its need.

Since moons decay and suns decline,
How else should end this life of mine?
Water and saltness are not wine.

But in the darkest hour of night,
When even the foxes peer for sight,
The byre-cock crows; he feels the light.

So, in this water mixed with dust,
The byre-cock spirit crows from trust
That death will change because it must;

For all things change, the darkness changes,
The wandering spirits change their ranges,
The corn is gathered to the granges.

The corn is sown again, it grows;
The stars burn out, the darkness goes;
The rhythms change, they do not close.

They change, and we, who pass like foam,
Like dust blown through the streets of Rome,
Change ever, too; we have no home,

Only a beauty, only a power,
Sad in the fruit, bright in the flower,
Endlessly erring for its hour,

But gathering, as we stray, a sense
Of Life, so lovely and intense,
It lingers when we wander hence,

That those who follow feel behind
Their backs, when all before is blind,
Our joy, a rampart to the mind.

CAP said...

God I was just looking at Saatchi - I think I was the 15th million hit for that hour.

He's even bought Jansson Stegners now - or at least he's putting them on show now. Notice there's never any acquisition dates on the things?

Chucky second guesses a lot more than he lets on.

oilgirl said...

VC, It's so refreshing to look at a painting that's about the paint rather than the concepts behind it. Probably it's not possible to have a painting without a concept - your right - but I'm less interested in artists who make their work to be about the state of human suffering or whatever, to the point where it takes over the reason to make an image on a flat surface bound by edges. So it's just refreshing to have a small honest painting in front of you that experiments with what paint can do. Simplistic? I guess so.

oilgirl said...

I just found this;

Anonymous said...

Fan-tastic. He said much better what I was trying to formulate, that what you concede as possibly simplistic is in fact a gateway to . . . .
what he said. i have no words now

Mark said...

Absolutely one of the best painting shows in some time, great work.

Anonymous said...

yeah, same image I linked. There are so many abstract painters out there. Some work the concept further than the paint, which is good. Others rely on the structural approach, which is OK if you shift it, as Noz does. Some have taken it right out of the arena of the tube, the easel, even the wall--it's all good. Keep all the doors and windows open, let in the breeze.
I have this dream -- the walls are moving out, the ceiling is on the fly, the floorboards are taking a hike, as the hinges unscrew. Art is poetry, painting is the tool!

Idon'tbathe said...

Very informative and much appreciated, your pedagogical side is seeping through, there was a lot you said that I was unaware of and as far as chatting and career building, it isn't over yet and your place is reserved,

zipthwung said...

bad boys bad boys

he got weed

Funny How?

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zipthwung said...

three simple rules

a one two three....

we're all going to die

CAP said...

Oil and enamel on cardboard, mounted on composition board, 26 x 32 in.


(and this is a crap jpeg)

webthing said...

why is photoshop evil?

CAP said...

You think that's evil, wait til to try CS3 Ai.

zipthwung said...

licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shoulders
of a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
and the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
he was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
but the cops would never think to look in
burma shave
and the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bone
he didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known
he kinda looked like farley granger with his hair slicked back
she says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat
how far are you going he said depends on what you mean
he says i'm only stopping here to get some gasoline
I'm guess I'm going thataway just as long as it's paved
i guess you'd say i'm on my way to
burma shave

and her knees up on the glove compartment
took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
and she popped her gum and arched her back
hell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the road
some night my heart pounds just like thunder
i don't know why it don't explode
cause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the grave
and i'd rather take my chances out in
burma shave

presley's what i go by why don't you change the station
count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror
mister anywhere you point this thing
has got to beat the hell out of the sting
of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin
and so drill me a hole with a barber pole
i'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight
why don't you have another swig
and pass that car if you're so brave
i wanna get there before the sun comes up in
burma shave

and the spider web crack and the mustang screamed
smoke from the tires and the twisted machine
just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved
lie swindled from them on the way to
burma shave

and the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow
up against the car door on the shot gun side
and when they pulled her from the wreck you know she
still had on her shades
they say that dreams are growing wild just this side of
burma shave

No Rush said...

It's one and the same
It's one and the same, oh.

So what's the use between death and glory?
I can't tell between death and glory.
Happy endings, no they never bored me.
Happy endings, they still don't bore me.
They, they have a way
A way to make you pay.
And to make you tow the line.
Though I sever my ties.
Because I'm so clever,
But clever ain't wise.

And fuck forever,
If you don't mind.
Oh, fuck forever,
If you don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind

So what's the tell between death and glory?
I can't tell between death and glory.
New Labour and Tory,
Purgatory and happy familys.

One and the same,
One and the same,
No, it's not the same.
It's not supposed to be the same.

You know about that way,
The way they'll make you pay,
And, the way, they make, you tow the line.
I'll sever my ties.
Oh I'm so clever,
You're so clever, but you're not very nice.

So fuck forever,
If you don't mind,
Oh, I'm stuck forever,
In your mind, your mind, your mind.

Go ahead and know about that way
To make you feel anxious and make you pay.
To make you tow the line, line.
I sever my ties,
Oh and I'll never,
Sever the ties,

And fuck forever,
If you don't mind,
See I'm stuck forever
I'm stuck in your mind, your mind, your mind, your mind.

They'll never play this on the radio,
No, They'll never play this on the radio.

zipthwung said...

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way;so they say

webthing said...

reinvention IS the key

always & forever

zipthwung said...

Hello, I saw you, I know you, I knew you
I think I can remember your name...name
Hello I�m sorry, I lost myself
I think I thought you were someone else

Should we talk about the weather? (Hi...hi, hi)
Should we talk about the government? (Hi...hi, hi, hi)

Hello, how are you? I know you, I knew you
I think I can remember your name...name
Hello, I�m sorry I lost myself
I think I thought you were someone else

Should we talk about the weather? (Hi...hi, hi)
Should we talk about the government? (Hi...hi, hi, hi)

Hello my friend, are you visible today?
You know I never knew that it could be so strange...strange
Hello, I�m sorry, I lost myself
I think I thought you were someone else

Should we talk about the weather? (Hi...hi, hi)
Should we talk about the government? (Hi...hi, hi, hi)

zipthwung said...

His cheek
Was rough
His chick vamoosed
And now she won't
Come home to roost

No Rush said...

so what did you think of the milton resnick? you looked kinda bored.

Anonymous said...

...at least the songs are getting shorter! What does that mean? Does it mean anything? Rhapsody or something? Is that what it's all about?
Such a fine time...
Travels into Several Remote Places: A Painting, in Four Parts: First the Surgeon, then the Patient, The Healer. Finally The Several Noble Ships. Lot's of light and dark, and the squeeze. Different scales, odd offenders, stuff like that. Not an easy read but still, That's the Spring!
Those Resnicks, especially the later ones, looked very worth being in the same room--as--guy on the bike says, no part reads greater than the next, though they are made of many the different. It's a very old rule. They probably thought, 'wonder if I'm gonna get caught with that one?'. But that's the good with the vid, it moves on, and those who pick get something...
This Thomas Nozkowski might be an interesting one to take in this way. Is it wearing the overalls, or are the parts all stuck out all over the place? I'm not going to say!
Even today when painters are bending over backwards to get the pow'n'dislocation, the maximum-impact, the best will have no part reading greater than the next. Mode: Thousands of little swords, darts, knives, pistol pellets penetrating skins, popping eye-white points red, auxiliaries meet estuaries spin the heart the gas out of the lungs flaming at the tips, breezing past armpit hairs, nothing out, Gullivers' in, the Seagull.

Ok, so maybe a bit over the top, but you get it!

No Rush said...

I agree with u--thats what I said--background and foreground kinda passe--its more of an epic battle currently

Thats what I like about the allover--its the right idea. milton's work looked beautiful to me-complexity brreathing.

BUT-->i just dont think its artists job to come up with a false resolution right now. nobodys winning, why not just say so? show how. breathing pretty much hurts at this point.

zipthwung said...

I thought of cave painting, I know, what a fucking cliche. That's what I thought.

My guess is he had an axe to grind, and that all the carbon stuck to the canvas.

Drearily overworked, reminded me of the crap I tried to paint on loft sized canvases. Pure gold I tell you, like going to the landfill, where they are, actually.

Resnik, unfortunately, kept his paintings. He thinned his black down with turp and swabbed it over the surface. I think if you did that once or twice you could make your point, but I suppose its a period, a phase, a signature style type dealio. I;d be curious to know how long he worked in this vein, and why.

But hes an expressionist, not an idea guy. So he was expressing himself. Did he mop his own floors?

So then knowing that he was a contemporary of major art stars but that no one shows his slides in college classes (the ones I went to) says a lot.

Maybe what it says is that Milton is second fiddle. Or maybe it says that some Romans are fat and like to read Gardner's while chewing on faculty cheeses.

His drearily period "black and drab is serious" palette reminded me of Louise Fishman, and together I expect they could lick the platter clean.

I might prefer it to a pump up the jams house paint esthetic - all those chatty pastels smugly shouting at you to turn that frown upside down. Fuck you, you know?

Nowzkowski is glib, as they say, and though a black wash over the top would seem affected, it would make me feel a little less disaffected.

zipthwung said...

keep it running

Anonymous said...

different language but same little points, this one just two down on the list is good, don't you think ?
I like how things are coming out of the mist, lining up, sharp and clean, then they fall and are dragged back into the mist to realign, form, shoot, fall back, into the mist, track, line, start back. But that's feudal right! Beautiful! But pretty stupid to do today. So what I'm thinking is how do you make peace today, as beautiful as the feudal, or as abstract expressions go?

zipthwung said...


All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall be just that for the overman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment…


Symptoms from externally imposed isolation often include anxiety, sensory illusions, or even distortions of time and perception. However, this is the case when there is no stimulation of the sensory systems at all, and not only lack of contact with people. Thus, by having other things to keep one's mind busy, this is avoided.[1]

Still, long-term solitude is often seen as undesirable, causing loneliness or reclusion resulting from inability to establish relationships. Furthermore, it might even lead to clinical depression. However, for some people, solitude is not totally depressing. Still others (e.g. monks) regard long-term solitude as a means of spiritual enlightenment. Indeed, marooned people have been left in solitude for years without any report of psychological symptoms afterwards.

In contrast, some psychological conditions (such as schizophrenia[2]) are strongly linked to a tendency to seek solitude.

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zipthwung said...

Yeah. When Stanley showed us his poem about getting a random profound message from an accidental discovery on the radio it reminded me immediately of my experience at Harold Rodgers' house, playing the oscillator along with the radio. Stanley's line, "Dialing from left to right¼", dovetailed perfectly with how I used to dial the radio and dial the oscillator at the same time and see if there would ever be one of those random but heaven-sent moments when they synchronized.

No Rush said...

So Much Goin On These Days
- Forget About Instinct - It's Not What Pays.
Pleasure - Up And Down My Smile:
1. A Carton Of Eggs Think. 2. It's All Worthwhile.
Tell Me Spirit - What Has Not Been Done?
I'll Rush Out And Do It. Or Are We Doin It Now?
Wordless Chorus.

Fissure Is The Thrill Of The Day
- Forget About Feeling - That's Not What Pays.
But You Know - All Of This Can Change.
Remember The Promise As A Kid You Made.
Wordless Chorus.

We Are The Innovators. They Are The Imitators.
Come On - Hey Don't You Know How We Started...
We Forgot About Love - But Weren't Brokenhearted.

Wordless Chorus.

zipthwung said...

Boy, it's been a nong time since dem days. Hi, I'm Buckwheat, amemba me? And I have compied, pu you and ya nistenin' pejure, some of my favite songs. It's all here on this un pectacular offer. Bu-what sings! Take a wisten!

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No Rush said...

I can't understand it why you want to hurt me
After all the things I've done for you.
I buy you champagne and roses and diamonds on your finger -
Diamonds on your finger -
Still you hang out all night
what am I to do?

My girl wants to party all the time
Party all the time
party all the time.
My girl wants to party all the time
party all the time.
She parties all the time - party all the time
She likes to party all the time - party all the time
party all the time - she likes to party all the time
party all the time.

I've seen you in clubs just hanging out and dancing.
You give your number to every man you see.
You never come home at night because you're out romancing.
I wish you bring some of your love home to me.

But my girl wants to party all the time
My girl wants to party all the time
party she likes to party all the time.
She likes to party all the time -
She lets her hair down
she lets her body down:
She lets her body
she lets her body down.
Party all the time - do you wanna get any party
Party all the time - party all the time.

CAP said...

Res is a good contrast with Noz. Both are kind of late on the scene, find/make their scene behind them. I was curious to finally see the Res, having heard about them for years from hipper painters and always thinking to myself “I gotta get out more.”

I don’t feel so bad now hearing David Reed admit he hadn’t actually seen the b&w deal either, and he knew Res.

The giant b&w one reminded me of Mark Bradford. If only for scale and all-overness. But unfunky, and as Zip noted, a bit mean or stinting. If you’re ambitious enough to paint that big, I think you’ve gotta be able to afford enough paint. This is something I notice a lot, even amongst some well-heeled painters – I take it as a subtle vote of no confidence in themselves.

I peg Res next to Joan Mitchell. Especially when he’s riffin on Late Monet.

Good, but not quite in the league of DeK.

Anonymous said...

dek was, in the end, about fluidity -- composition, color, space on a canvas--with his late stuff, which I personally consider great work, a composite of aaaaaaaaaabx and pop. Someone is going to do his late name soon. But I don't know how well.
How's that Wendy White going?
i guess, too, that when you are looking thru Lasker's eyes no daub of paint is ever going to be enough, unless you churn like the School of london did against the grain of minimal. if I had been their teacher i would have confiscated the paint in an instant explaining, wildly wiggling a finger that finds its demure in entropy, human and heaven expose their richness drawn from the frugal.
Dek got it!
Another issue! The rain! Can we do something about that?, I mean, damp!

painting rules said...

between nozkowski, juarez, and abts - there is a lot of great painting up right now in nyc. and the new show at Max Protech is great

zipthwung said...

Us, and them
And after all were only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows its noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end its only round and round.
Havent you heard its a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
Theres room for you inside.

I mean, theyre not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,
Sharp, shock, they wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good manners
Dont cost nothing do they, eh?

Down and out
It cant be helped but theres a lot of it about.
With, without.
And wholl deny its what the fightings all about?
Out of the way, its a busy day
Ive got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice

The old man died.

CAP said...

Juarez, yeah.

Idon'tbathe said...

I got a lie
A fat fuckin' lie
About a law
Idiots obey
They made it easy
Now cheaters have their way
You hi-di-ho's
You're living on your knees

Forget the rule!
Oh - idiots rule!
Forget the rule!
Oh - idiots rule!

Now there's a time...
But i say non like now
There's a time
Where idiots are bound
If there's a pole
Planted in your back
Then you're a fixture
Not a man

Forget the rule!
Oh - idiots rule!
Forget the rule!
Oh - idiots rule!
Idiots rule!
Idiots rule!
Idiots rule!

You know that man
You hate?
You look more like him
Every day everyday
2 good shoes
Won't save your soul
Idiots rule!
Idiots rule!

zipthwung said...

goo gibidebabidy doo

Idon'tbathe said...

Dogs they roam
Remember where their home is
Everyone they meet
Chase away their enemies
Hang out in the shade
Always in the shade
When it's time to mate they're
Not too particular
Dogs they rule the night!
They rule the nigh!t
Dogs they rule the night!

Finish every meal
Settle for a snack
Chasing cars
Like to hang out in the park
Dogs they rule the night!
They rule the night!
Dogs they rule the night!
Dogs they rule the night!
They rule the night!
Dogs they rule the night!

In the pack they're very brave
They're very brave
And then after dark
Underneath the moon!
Know what i mean?
Ever watch 'em go?
In to town when the sun goes down
Dogs they rule the night!
They rule the night!
Dogs they rule the night!
Yeah, the dogs they rule the night!
They rule the night
Dogs they rule the night!

zipthwung said...

No cat would ever do that
Matter of fact
No self-respecting monkey would

Someone will pay the price
Like a frozen corpse
Someone will cough it up

Because the land lies like this
I feel carbonated (I feel)
I feel spring-loaded (I feel)

Someone will pay the price
One thousand years
Someone will cough it up
I'm the kitchen sink
You're an oil pan
We are lanced cysts

Their footprints are on
Countless backs of sad sad losers

Now all these dumb trusters
Have shit on their faces
Got fucked up their asses
And put in their places.

Idon'tbathe said...

We've met before, haven't we?

I don't think so. Where was it that you
think we've met?

At your house. Don't you remember?

No, no I don't. Are you sure?

Of course. In fact, I'm there right now.

What do you mean? You're where right

At your house.

That's absurd.

Call me.

Dial your number.

Go ahead.

I told you I was here.

How did you do that?

Ask me.

How did you get into my house?

You invited me. It's not my habit to go
where I'm not wanted.

Who are you?

Give me my phone back.

It's been a pleasure talking to you.

zipthwung said...

Hi ady gr8 to hear from u. lol.. I know that agar mujhe bike chalana atihe to koi Nobel prize nahi milne wala.. But that was just a tangetnial thought!!! U r damn rit, cast away is a perfect eg..Hey Satan! Paid my dues.
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey Mama! Look at me
I'm on my way to the promise land

zipthwung said...

On to a more serious issue. I have always been wondering what keeps people motivated and focussed. What is it that drives them incessantly to pursue that extra inch, which often decides the fate of the rat race they find themselves in. As I zero down on to the various sources of impetus, an obvious thing that emerges out is the fact that, they all desperately need to WIN!!! They can't afford to lose.. Jab hame koi cheez ati avashyak hojati hai, tabhi hum uske baare main soch te hain, aur usme dirchasbi dikana shuru karte hain.

Anonymous said...

There are very few of us that can get there first. And those who can, Win, get there first. The keeping up with the Jones, is really beating the beegeez out of them.
Like, Dan, take a look at my new red car.
Dan says, Pete, extraordinary, young zip has a matchbox one just like it, been carrying it around for years.
Pete says, Great! So Dan how is the ole hummer going?
Great! It's in the garage right now getting a VW beetle front put on, and as it happens, it coming out red, Um yeah, like that, but a bit brighter I think. We might get the keys to the cars mixed up, but there will be no mixing up the cars!!!

On the phone, paint red, bright red, and the dingle on the front, forget it, I want a 72 beetle front. i don't care how much it costs. Tomorrow!

I asked the Turtle, and they said, well it's like this, it was the only way we could get a whole nation to share and grow together, to help build the other nations strong.
Ok, I thought, leave turtle business to turtle business.

BTW, recently a buddy silkscreened loser on a T-shirt. Now half of Tokyo want one. Disguise!

Muqtada said...


I'm from the government said...

How very dare you!

y00phemism said...

He has said he's in pursuit of an "innocent eye" outside-of-language way of seeing, like when you first wake up in the morning and haven't had time to categorize what you're looking at. I like that. Although, as Mike Kelley says, "its all associational."

One of the great things about Nozkowski is the specificity of each painting -- they have such a particular internal logic. I thought this show was overhung, though, which made the work seem sometimes repetitive. The last show was better, weirder, less overworked. Some of the moves he makes are a bit too easy... that washy background and the hard-edged, solid forms in the foreground make for a quick spatial read, like Terry Winters' lazy reliance on push-pull relationships. Nozkowski is best when he pushes the oddness and ambiguity, but lets the process show.

Still, he's one of the best painters out there, the real deal, & it's always a pleasure to see his work.

A.Painter said...

Please perhaps try this:

a bit like here but less popular

zipthwung said...

"The last show was better, weirder, less overworked. Some of the moves he makes are a bit too easy..."

You mean too easy. Just say it. Noz can take it right Noz?

zipthwung said...

I mean easy is fine if it's your thing. Making it look easy (which he does, because it is). But Im not impressed with quantity. takes away from my peacefull easy feeling. Which I like looking for but not finding.

zipthwung said...

I mean if I had it i;d probably get me a Noz and a Schutz and put them next to eachother like a vintage bicycle.

y00phemism said...

It's fine that he makes it look easy -- that's part of the appeal -- but in some paintings the space is a fast read. Deep washy background, flat shallow foreground, there you go, Bob's yer uncle. Not always, but sometimes. I like it better when he messes with that formula.

Idon'tbathe said...

Corn poop is one of the greatest mysteries in life. I grew up pondering the same question. This is what I think is happening:
When we chew corn, the outer coating slips off the inner kernal. This outer yellow coating is almost entirely cellulose, and is indigestible. It passes through the gut untouched, and emerges looking like a whole kernal, although it is mostly just the outer skin. The inside of the kernal is starchy and digestible, and that is the part that we succeed in chewing up

CAP said...

The Noz and Dana, are they an item or what?

zipthwung said...

speak for a spell.

CAP said...

I'm saving myself for the next post.

zipthwung said...

something old something new

webthing said...

unrelated but doin the easy is a good thing sometimes.

zipthwung said...

Maintaining cheerfulness in the midst of a gloomy task, fraught with immeasurable responsibility, is no small feat; and yet what is needed more than cheerfulness? Nothing succeeds if prankishness has no part in it. Excess strength alone is the proof of strength.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

Rosenberg suggested that from the mid-1960s onward progressive culture ceased to fulfill its former adversarial role. Since then it has been flanked by what he called 'avant-garde ghosts' to the one side, and a changing mass culture on the other, both of which it interacts with to varying degrees. This has seen culture become, in his words, ‘a profession one of whose aspects is the pretense of overthrowing it.’

In painting he specially emphasizes Pablo Picasso and Henri Matisse as pathfinders. The chapter Pyramide (Pyramid) shows the relationship and the differences between the arts. Kandinsky strives towards a joining of the arts to form a “monumental art”.

zipthwung said...

We came to understand that capitalism was more important than any particular form of State government. That was the real issue in 1968, and we weren’t able to change it. Capitalist development has already bypassed it. On that level, we finally won: The State stopped being the Nation-State. We understood that through work, through the activity of singularities, which are distinct from masses or classes, and we could move from class struggle to a new form of social activity. The working class as such could turn into a multitude. And that’s huge.

Anonymous said...

Is he always directly referencing the environment? As in he's taking the shape of a broken bottle on poured concrete in a field or something and trying to recreate that in the studio?

CAP said...

All in a day's werklehre, kamarad.

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