Cleanliness & Order : : Four ov Twenty Three : : Geography & Co.
Order serves at showing, inconsistencies in our methods of determining the ideal angle of zero degrees given odd geographical details.
WHO? is Nauseam and why to we write ads to it?
Intertextuality
Post 10 from Haukijärvi – ARTELES
Words for J.B.
Still from J. Baldessari
“I will not make boring art”
Text based art can be fun, exhilarating since it calls language into question, gives it a form.
This is the most recent piece from my residency experience, inspired by conversations, materials at hand and time to be in tune with imagination.
There is a John Baldessari work that keeps rolling around in my head, it is about boring art and… not making it. [openculture.com/2013/08/john-baldessaris-i-will-not-make-any-more-boring-art-a-1971-conceptual-art-piecediy-art-course.html] I really love the piece in all its humour and thoughtfulness. This work is a reply to JB. It is an initial exploration and will evolve to something else at some point, with any luck.
Part of it is my attraction to slow art, art that simmers in the brain only to reveal its reality when least expected. This kind of art tends to be “boring” at first glance but it “explodes inside the head later on”, I am paraphrasing Baltz. This is why I find inspiration in conceptual art, Tarkovsky films, the images of Lewis Baltz and dronesounds.
Words for J.B. – with kindest respect from Pierre LeBlanc :: Vimeo.
Post 04 from Haukijärvi Finland – Arteles
And the artists gathered for the ritual burning of the construction waste.
soft fire
The sky at 21:00 in Finland is almost identical to the sky at 05:00 in Corner Brook.
ritual
Cider wisdom: “smile like you mean it” – inside cap of cider bottle.
yellow fire
embers + fire
Les Volumes, les bouquins et ainsi de suite.
I read, I teach New Media. I read books, I read on my iPad. Is it the object or is it the story? Burroughs taught me that I can take a text and snip it, cut it and reshape it. Gyotat taught me that text is sound, it vibrates, it shimmers, moves around the page and confounds, obfuscates, illuminates; en bref, it moves.
I have always thought that a book was an object, I played with a nephew building houses with my collection of Stephen King hardcovers in the hope that he would realize that books were things to be played with and explored and seen from different angles. Not just the words on the page, after all they are a result of the process, not the process itself.
Proust taught me that memory lingers, stains our bedsheets with contrivance and conspiracy. He also taught me that it is important to remember… nothing in particular and everything specific. Joyce taught me that looking at an object is a doorway to a long lost universe. Acker taught me that I need to shout, be confident (despite my insecurity), and live with the pirates of the Articles.
Intertexuality, Intertext, text, ex, and so on.
“In the beginning was the word and the word was god and has remained one of the mysteries ever since. The word was God and the word was flesh we are told. In the beginning of what exactly was this beginning word? In the beginning of WRITTEN history. It is generally assumed that spoken word came before the written word. I suggest that the spoken word as we know it came after the written word. In the beginning was the word and the word was God and the word was flesh … human flesh … In the beginning of WRITING.”
– Burroughs, William S., Electronic Revolution, Expanded Media Editions, 4th edition 1986, Bonn, Germany
Die electronische Revolution, William S. Burroughs
And still I wonder what exactly a “thing” is.