This blog serves as the underbelly of my thoughts....record of creations...a place were all my discoveries of artist, art and philosophies will be collected and presented.



Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Armory Show, VOLTA, and Independent 2011

THE ARMORY SHOW



ANDRES MARROQUIN

Revolver Galeria | Lima, Peru |















































photos from series: Condition




DENISE GRUNSTEIN


Galleri Charlotte Lund | Stockholm, Sweden |






2009



ANDREAS FOGARASI

Cortex Athletico Gallery









TUNGA

Pilar Corrias Ltd. | London |




SIGURDUR GUDMUNDSSON

i8 Gallery | Reykjavik, Iceland |





SHAWN GLADWELL

Anna Schwartz Gallery | Sydney/Melbourne, Australia|



This video was shown @ 2010 Armory Show
Apologies 1 - 6, 2009
HD video, 16:9, stereo sound
27:10 minutes
Cinematography: Gotaro Uematsu


DANIEL VON STURMER




THE CINEMA COMPLEX
2010

Daniel von Sturmer Talks with Lesley Guy: http://www.sitegallery.org/archives/898



THE INDEPENDENT



HELENE APPEL


The Approach Gallery | London |








Thursday, September 2, 2010



Mary Lucier interviewed by The Brooklyn Rail


http://www.brooklynrail.org/2007/03/art/mary-lucier

Rail How did you manage to get your work to emerge out of all these incredible activities around you, in that period especially with the dominance of body art? Some critics saw Dawn Burn as the counter-response to the masochism of Vito Acconci or Chris Burden.

Lucier: I think that it came more out of my involvement with the composers who were working in live electronic music or musique concrète because it was more about phenomena. My interests were about taking time and making it spatial. It was not at all about the physical body, or my personal body, certainly, even though I liked so much of that work. Dawn Burn was followed by other burn pieces like Fire Writing and Untitled Display System where I burned the vidicon tube with lasers. That was about exploring the limits of the technology. I went from performance back to a kind of Minimalism: an investigation of the foundations of the medium by reducing the art form to its essential elements. Then things started to build up again eventually towards a more theatrical kind of narrative structure.

In retrospect, the work that really interested me was and still is about having a real eye and a strong sort of cerebral quality, as well as this thing about the sublime. It’s about being in the presence of simple but powerful phenomena.

Rail It’s true. Let’s shift to your synthesis of image sound. For instance, “Floodsongs” which I had seen at MoMA in 1999. Would you say that piece was one of the more complex in the interplay between image and sound or was there one before that?

Lucier: For some of the most ambitious sound tracks I’ve done, I have to credit Earl Howard, who I have worked with since 1983. We always try to construct as complex a music as we can. When it got to Floodsongs my whole idea about the way the sound ought to be in a piece like that was shifting. And instead of making a sound that would accompany an almost a narrative sequence of pictures, as in Noah’s Raven (1993), I felt that Floodsongs had to have a enveloping and immersive sound that the individual voices could play off, The voices are also embedded in that sound track. I had been working in that genre for a little while. I did a piece called House By the Water at the Spoleto USA Festival in 1997 using some speaking voices, and before that, Oblique House (Valdez) in 1993 and a piece called Last Rites (Positano) in 1995, where I used motion sensors to trigger as many as six processed voices.

Rail Your last solo show at Lennon Weinberg, included a very powerful piece, Migration 2000, a portrait of John Lado Keni, a Sudanese man who was born deaf and who used his own invented language to tell his story. I thought it was so effective that by portraying him in ¾ profile—less confrontational, and with the white official background—you were able to bring out a subtle yet very powerful image. To me, it’s probably your most expressive piece in the sense that you rarely have done that kind of work with a single person who also can prolong that amazing sustainable time and space. How did that all come about?

Lucier: I met John Lado Keni in Des Moines, Iowa where I was shooting a group of people who were, for the most part, refugees—many from Somalia and in his case the Sudan, as well as other places around the world. Most were brought there by Lutheran social services from the refugee camps, and one of the men who was teaching them English said to me ,‘Oh, I know this fantastic fellow named John Lado Keni who is the most amazing storyteller,’ and so I met John who was a completely compelling and charismatic character. He hardly knew any sign language and neither did we, but his whole way of storytelling was so expressive and coherent. His gestures were a kind of pantomime accompanied by these vocal sounds that he was unaware of. Needless to say, I thought that this could be very controversial but that it was an amazing opportunity to videotape this individual who was such a natural performer, with a particular disability that completely shapes the way he tells a story. So I made an appointment and communicated to him about the project and he was happy to participate.

Inside Fear: Secret Places and Hidden Spaces in Dwellings -Anne Troutman

(google book link):
http://books.google.com/books?id=v4OWo8r8IYsC&pg=PA10&lpg=PA10&dq=inside+fear:+secret+places+and+hidden+spaces+in+dwellings&source=bl&ots=PmOvTVbMea&sig=aoShoTqQeba5WbjksnaLYu4LV80&hl=en&ei=inaATJGOBoP7lwf2_YD0Dw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CBIQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=inside%20fear%3A%20secret%20places%20and%20hidden%20spaces%20in%20dwellings&f=false


Saturday, August 7, 2010

Martin de Thurah



For the past couple weeks I have been intensely interested with the work of Danish director
Martin de Thurah. He might be more well know for his directing of music video's of artists Kanye West, "Flashing Lights," Will Young, "Changes," Fever Ray, "When I Grow Up," Carpark North, "Human," Mew's, "Repeaterbeater, Beach, & "Introducing Place Players," and Royksopp, "What Else Is There?" and others.

The way he intwines fantasy and reality is very forward but subtle in a way one does not question why but accept what they are perceiving as it is, much like the literary aesthetic style of Magical Realism like that used by author Garcia Marquez.
"[Magical realism is] what happens when a highly detailed, realistic setting is invaded by something too strange to believe." - Matthew Strecher






Other projects and video's he's worked on like commercials for Ikea & CPH:DOX*. The thing that blows me away with his work is how mixed the aesthetic is but in a wonderfully cohesive manner. When I first saw his commercial for CPH:DOX* "Hare" it made me so happy to see the use of handheld video juxtaposed with CG but in a way that I do not question what is happening but am only interested in what it is I am seeing...and wanting to believe it.

Two short films he has directed, Young Man Falling (2007) & We Who Stayed Behind (2008) both deal with adolescence & the pains of growing up. This theme of youth & innocence pitted up against violence & pain is something that accrues in his work a lot, there are dark undertones of the brutal aspects of reality but not without glimpses of hope of the little things in life...like the tenderness shared between children, or the first experiences of love. There is a way his work enables one to want to drift off into the land he has created without fearing what would happen, to let go, then reminded there are still consequences in that freedom.

If anyone can find access to We Who Stayed Behind please let me know. I have looked everywhere for it and cannot find it anywhere. If I'm not mistaken it was in 2008-9 when it was released in Denmark and doubt it has been released or shown in the U.S. yet....but I would love to be wrong and find it somewhere.
The short Young Man Falling can be viewed on YouTube not in the best quality but its nice to be able to view it none the less.


YOUNG MAN FALLING TRAILER from martin de thurah on Vimeo.



WE WHO STAYED BEHIND trailer from martin de thurah on Vimeo.


Thursday, August 5, 2010

Tomorrow, In A Year: The Knife Collaberation




Periodically I get obsessive about finding art and artist in this case my search for musical performer Planningtorock brought me to find The Knife's new album "Tomorrow, In A Year," (2010) a two disk compilation in collaboration with (Planningtorock & Mt. Sims) commissioned by Danish Theater production company Hotel Pro Forma who asked them to create a conceptual album in reference to Charles Darwin research on Evolution. This is not just an artistic conceptual interpretation but an amazingly experimental electronic Oprah with the intentions to be performed to. When walking into the door of this album I warn you to leave your expectations from past Knife albums behind and instead embrace this new sound and collaboration. If anything this collaboration makes all the sense for a fourth album focusing a bit more on the performative & conceptual aspect of their work.





The Hotel Pro Forma company performs as they play and mix, with projections and stage drama. It is very exciting to think of these performances and see how this will change & strengthen there future live shows. There are no tour dates as of yet for the U.S. but I will for sure be keeping my eye out...did find that in 2006 they played at PS1 Contemporary Art in NYC goodness how I would have loved to have made that show!




The song "
Colouring Pigeons" is a beautiful mix encapsulating so much of the intention of this album and still allowing the true nature of The Knife to shine through with their edgy beat mixing combined operatic vocals and traditional instruments, we also get to hear Karine's voice in this one sounding like a mix of her side album Fever Ray and the Knife's style. In the song "The Hight of Summer" there is more of an electronic feel that pumps through the blood of the Knife flowing with the voices of Planningtorock & Karin creating a nice percussion beat of which the electronic ticks and tones dance around like a fluttering insect looking for nectar. Hauntingly in Annie's Box Karin's voice echoes through the space of sound as she is accompanied by sting & wood instruments cry back to her.

There will for sure be a change in how the
Knife will sound which is interesting with each new album (or experimental side project) they are collecting little bits and pieces along the way compiling these beautiful works that take us away to this mystical land of sound they create.


Sunday, July 4, 2010

Nostos Algos




Returning home pain...why is it so painful to go home? Despite the circumstance or time one has left a place... going back to ones point of origin always holds something that causes the heart to ache.
Today I've been going through boxes that contained years of my life in books, vinyl, movies, papers, notes, and photos...but its just all these things that held some kind of memory of people once shared with; or a time in my life when it was all new and exciting...now they aid in marking memories of the past.


There is this numb feeling that has come over me and an overwhelming sense that my heart may explode. It has been more than wonderful spending time with old friends making new memories...

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Learning A New Way to Love



Defenses, Releases, and Escapes

For the last couple of months I have been learning how to be within myself all over again. A whole year has passed and I only now have a chance to look back and see its gone. I feel a little raw and ready to be redone. The first year of graduate art school is done and I feel like the most I have to show for it. Being asked to evaluating oneself on so many levels becomes tiring, begins to ware down the fundamental things the keeps a person
together. One of the biggest thing I've learned not to be afraid as much as I used to be...there really is nothing to lose because if not now then when? I'm not afraid to
take chances but I have been playing it safe for too long. The ideas of self are starting to melt away...the idea's about a lot of things.
For the longest time I have been walking forward while looking backwards...its ridiculous because I can't see where I am going...no matter how hard I have tried it has been such a struggle to focus. Finally the break and pause has come and there has been time to think, time to breath. I must collect myself prepare to go home. I'm a little nervous because so much has changed, I've changed and its always been hard to go back to a place that has moved in its own time outside of your own.

Release, letting go...that has been a continual uttered phrase. Why is it so hard to move on from the things held so dear once in the past...its past and done but there is so much damn residue left all over that how can I not feel it still all around and in me. Time and work has been my friend but the taste of things never leaves my tongue . I remember these scribbled words I've recently seen on paper "It Is Going To Be Okay." Sure it will be but something has to give in so many places. I believe this to be true and know it already is...for the first time in a very long time I am actually able to do things for myself and by myself and I love it. For so long I have been giving to others to the point that I forgot what it was like to be one in myself. Its an important thing to not lose oneself and its so easy to do...it was no one's fault other than my own.

so now I learn a new way to love.




Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Homesick

Carrie Schneider
Fallen Women (From Here) / c-print / 58 x 87 inches



Today I spent a short time staring into the sky thinking about the ocean...I thought of how nice it would be to sit at the shore and smell the salty air as it filled my lungs. Feeling the sand squish between my toes...and diving into the water letting it surround my body as I'm submerged...the sound of the world becomes muffled, distant, still. I miss being able to walk to the shore line and being enveloped by the sea...today I felt a kind of homesickness.



I don't know what that means anymore...to be homesick, because to be sick for a home you have to have one first. I miss places I've lived and the people located at those places...but I think more of home as the people not the place. A place can have sentimental aspect and give nostalgic stimulus to memories...but its not the place that remembers... its us. Or does it? Can not a place bare scares of its past, like the bulbous cancer like forms on a tree that grow over places it has been cut...a kind of remembering of its pains but growing past them.
For a while now I have been plagued with the question...what is home? The more I think about it I realize that part of my answer is in what it is not. Home for me is not in a place or in a building. Although a house is a beautiful structure that contains history and memory of those whom have dwell within its walls...it can also be a confining structure with limitations. Is home with those we love? Sometimes I feel like this is true...that with family and loved ones this is where I feel most at home...but this lacks also.
I have to backtrack to the statement of place...there is something about place. There are places I've been at for years...leave and return and I feel only the distance...but there are places I have never been and I feel a sense of "home."
I think there is something in these "sense of home" that makes me want to understand what is this "sensing?" Usually when I am outside and still, quiet, listening, and looking I can feel it...like coding in a system.



derelict |ˈderəˌlikt|
adjective
in a very poor condition as a result of disuse and neglect : the cities were derelict and dying.
• (of a person) shamefully negligent in not having done what one should have done : he was derelict in his duty to his country.
noun
a person without a home, job, or property : derelicts who could fit all their possessions in a paper bag.
• a piece of property, esp. a ship, abandoned by the owner and in poor condition.
ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin derelictus ‘abandoned,’ past participle of derelinquere, from de- ‘completely’ + relinquere ‘forsake.’