Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from August, 2015

a bird's entrails are in a bowl on a table and there's a red scarf wrapped around your head...

Friar Laurence: While corners keep an open mouth to news Nearer now and nearer thee effuse So lurking in the birds Sharp as Tuesday, with purpose, and with smith I've often, for many For many more, I've often too. Guiled this rattle wit. Again... this witless side's abuse Yes yes, Romeo might be fair in Verona. But its the props and their significance that creates this false narrative. As for documentation, that's the real matter of this work. Its the star crossed lovers part of this story. Creating work that actively engages the audience's ability to dismantle the subject-object narrative. Its the dismantling of inertia through the agency of ubiquity with documentation in any form that might take, to wit...

Friar Laurence: Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Superhero 1: Couple that stately table's service with a parlor's amity for math. Friar Laurence Friar Laurence to the last I cry. This real jacke…

First and Last...

The text above the door is attributed to Virgil, sweet Virgil. Procedural blooms are impacting the practice of textual analysis. Ask the kids with the paper bags. Or ask the kids with the sponges. The paste pot is as big as a head and it has an enormously intricate lid. The knotted wooden spoon is laying on the floor. Dead skin, lost hair, plastic beads and paperclips are all sorted according to some slack plan. The description of a list should include: list, industrial shelving unit, white wash, marker, potted flower, shoe box, a sturdy indent. This is the way of the room as it sits inside the school beside the tangled blue entertainment complex with all of it's glass and steel.

Masters of Faust They're the Gone Kings

The construction of any stylistic work with seemingly random elements suggests by contrast a hum-drumming of the tools of interpretation and their potential. But first she'll console him. She'll declare her love quickly and then move on into the second act. A formal bridge in any well defined arc of narrative if ever there was but not to be confused with any real presence or heft. If they were believable they might be excused for their fluidity or for something red. But they don't deserve a reward for plain old utilitarian mendacity.
The voice of epoch is to be expected and it's found again and again in such dear works of calculation and preciousness. It's plain that it's derivation is the chuff of a sad engine sneaking around the bend. We'll watch this thing as it tumbles into hysterics. We'll go mad. We'll be gone from our choice of fantasy in the space of so much poverty when we should be well in our mind. Instead in our eye's we will be poo…

Claudio and the Mysteries of Auxiliary Owen

A stout grey mansion with many floors and a wide view of the Lac-du-Platz at the edge of Wabansia and it’s most grand park is Green's Philanthropic. After years of neglect this stern building is now stuffed with patchwork gallerinas, old paint, and elbow grease. The Tartlette is nestled here into the quiet half story just below the promenade that passes in front. Turpsy tiny pioneers gather here and grumble about their coffee burns and ostrich feathers. It’s late in the year and the bakery feels like it can’t get warm enough ever. Monstre Luza sits on her stool at the back of the long counter with it’s pitted chrome and Formica. She’s well away from the other’s chatter and their mulch.
A union spigot drips onto the treads of a black mat under the stairs beside her. Next to the spigot is a cold mop hiding its mildewed mopping cheek. A little girl jumps for its handle and misses. A little girl jumps for the mop handle and knocks it over with a clack. A fellow in a deep scarf and a …

The mended object as art is as art for art's sake

This document is incomplete, it contains descriptions gathered from passages that were examined in the previous section. With some effort they can be abutted and read with a similar intention. It's not difficult to imagine the potential of these techniques when they are applied to the plastic arts. Their visual component also serves to highlight and inform our individual experience. However they can have unintended and deleterious side effects such as prurience. Skepticism by necessity is the consequence of experience and not included here. It's marginal to quote directly from popular culture or from the actual source.

Don (Helvetica): True to purpose, the liver of my cup is only a sample that aches.
Comma (Texas): Then let us gather around this green tree and pass our warm energy in a comfort circle of joy and bliss.


This isn't a baseball or some other machine for nostalgia it's a master plan with statistics and variables. But without intervention experience as the g…