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Rineke Dijkstra- Almeriaa Wormer, The Netherlands, Jun 23, 1996, 1996

Extract from Peter Sotos - Mine:

I have to pin the words down, cut them out and place them as far as possible from the dunce economy. I’m not an exegete. But I take the words and ideas and stutters and stick them somewhere far more successful. You’ll understand this, finally, when I demean myself enough to tell you what I do with the words that these mouthy pigs just repeat often enough to tell you that they stand behind them. It’s not what I take, or who I take them away from. But where I put them. Not rewrite them. Not change or charge the context. I identify them. I don’t, idiot, masturbate with them. I can’t imagine wanting to do anything without having these words fully included. I wouldn’t even consider doing anything without them. The cunts that make cartoons out of their ideas. Little collages and signatures and slack versions. Strippers and songwriters and female’d max factors. I live all over them. I write through them, use them, come away with little more than a dangling possible.



What I do is inescapable.

http://www.ninebandedbooks.com/mine/

Edgar Degas - Little Dancer Aged Fourteen

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Little Dancer of Fourteen Years (French: La Petite Danseuse de Quatorze Ans) is a c. 1881 sculpture by Edgar Degas of a young student of the Paris Opera Ballet dance school named Marie van Goethem.

The sculpture is two-thirds life size and was originally sculpted in wax, an unusual choice of medium for the time. It is dressed in a real bodice, tutu and ballet slippers and has a wig of real hair. All but a hair ribbon and the tutu are covered in wax. The 28 bronze repetitions that appear in museums and galleries around the world today were cast after Degas's death. The tutus worn by the bronzes vary from museum to museum.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Dancer_of_Fourteen_Years

The first exhibition of the clad figure caused an outcry, not because the subject was a child, but because she was so unattractive. Jules Claretie reported in Le Temps that he found the wax figure "peculiarly disturbing". "The lecherous little snout on this barely pubescent young girl, this little flower of the gutter, is unforgettable," he wrote. Paul Mantz's response was similar: "With bestial effrontery she moves her face forward, or rather her little muzzle - and this word is completely correct because the little girl is the beginning of a rat." (The adolescent corps de ballet at the Paris Opera were known as petits rats.) He goes on:

"Why is she so ugly? Why is her forehead, half covered by her hair, marked already, like her lips, with a profoundly vicious character?"

Today's public is not likely to make a lecherous interest in the body of a child the fault of the child herself, if only because so few of us are the kind of bowler-hatted, cigar-smoking, clubbable gentlemen who prowled the backstage corridors of the Paris Opera in the 1880s. If the nude figure is disturbing, it is because the child is underdeveloped for her stated age, because her breasts are mere buds on her narrow ribcage, because her pelvis is shallow and unformed and her belly slack and protuberant, because her thighs are wasted and her knees almost rachitic. This is what passed by gas footlights for a sylph - an undernourished child for whom dancing was a one-way ticket to prostitution.

Degas is certainly responsible for stripping the figure of the adolescent dancer of cuteness, and we could argue that his intent is partly moral, but anyone who looks for compassion in the work will not find it. The visual language of compassion was unusable for any serious artist in the 1870s and 80s, because the public art of the period oozed sentiment. Pretty beggars and plump rosy little girlies with tears in their eyes were as often to be encountered then, as fluffy kittens are today. Degas dispensed with pathos as summarily as he dispensed with glazes. His surfaces get thinner and poorer, the pigment goes on drier and drier. Line becomes more and more important, burning through the bursts of aniline colour that begin to dominate in the later work, like the skull beneath the stage-lit skin.



The debut of the "Little Dancer" produced great controversy. "Almost thirty responses to the 'Little Dancer' from Degas' lifetime can now be assembled," show curator Richard Kendall writes in the catalog.

Among positive reactions from critics covering art in Paris, Paul de Charry singled out its "extraordinary reality" and called it "a real masterpiece." Joris-Karl Huysmans called it "the first truly modern attempt at sculpture I know," while to Nina de Villard it was "the leading expression of a new art."

Others compared it to art from earlier ages: Gothic sculpture, medieval Spanish sculpture, Egyptian sculpture. Collector Louisine Havemeyer, calling it both classic and modern, referred to it as "One of the greatest works of art since the dynasties of the Nile." Comparisons with older art may have been made partly because it was exhibited in a glass case, like classical sculpture in the Louvre, and was dressed in wig and clothes. Egyptian sculptures were often shown wearing wigs, Gothic and Spanish sculptures were draped with real fabric.

On the negative side, reviewer Louis Enault called the sculpture "quite simply hideous," and added, "Never has the misfortune of adolescence been more sadly represented." An anonymous critic, writing in an English journal, said the sculpture depicted a "semi-idiot" and added, "Can art descend lower?"

Because of the wax medium and the clothes, some compared the dancer to Madame Tussaud's waxworks, to puppets, dolls, dressmakers' mannequins. One critic, Elie de Mont, compared the dancer to a monkey. Another, Paul Mantz, referred to her as a "flower of precocious depravity," with a "face marked by the hateful promise of every vice" and "bearing the signs of a profoundly heinous character."

Such violent reactions originated in issues of the time. The dancers of the Paris opera often came from the lower classes (Marie van Goethem was the daughter of a tailor and a laundress), were sought after as sexual partners by rich dandies, and frequently became prostitutes. So the "Little Dancer" could be seen as someone destined for a life of depravity.

Some thought her Degas' indictment of a society that winked at the practices that went on at the opera and thereby weakened the nation's moral fiber.



Today Degas is called both a misogynist and a pioneering feminist. Did the artist present an authentic and intimate view of women's lives, sympathetic to the cruelties they suffered? Or, did he regard women as depraved and lesser beings who were also desired and fodder for the fantasies of men?

Some say the popular appeal of Impressionist artists has blinded us from valid criticisms of Degas. He was not motivated by a desire to understand, they say. Rather, he was dominated by a "ruthless curiosity of a bourgeois gone slumming," writes Bram Dijkstra in "Idols of Perversity," a book about the iconography of female stereotypes in the 19th century. A work like "Repose," a monotype in black ink on china paper, buttresses the point, Dijkstra writes. In it, three faceless prostitutes lie in carnal repose, scratching and stretching between customers. (Picasso owned these montotypes, which partly inspired the sexual immediacy in his brothel scene, "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon.")

Some, though, believe Degas was capable of dignifying women. He plucked them from the realm of bourgeois fantasy and rooted them in their true social realities, art historians in this other camp attest. Women in many of Degas' rehearsal halls scenes, for example, bear expressions of self-possessed absorption, they argue.

"The paradox, of course, is that Degas created some of the most appealing, believable and intelligent-looking women in all of art," wrote Deborah Solomon in a 1998 New York Times article. The truth probably lies somewhere between the extreme arguments. Consciously and unconsciously, the artist probably both upheld prevailing prejudices while also subverting them.

To this day, the little dancer's body elicits strong reactions. The sculpture is recognized as modern today, allowing a subtler appreciation for its beauty. But many still describe her face and limbs as less than pretty, to say the least. It's that ambiguity and tension that make much of Degas work so intriguing to contemporary audiences. During his own life, at a time when feminism was gaining a foothold in the world, Degas continued to rework "Little Dancer," which remained in his studio to the end of his life. He refused to part with it when potential buyers came along over the years, and some historians report he, only half jokingly, called her his "daughter."
Mary Louise Schumacher
http://www.internationalarts.org/degas_exhibition/doc/Degas%20Milw%20Journal%20Sentinel%20Schumacher%20021205.pdf

Surgeon ‎– Force & Form

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Surgeon is the pseudonym of Anthony Child (born 1 May 1971), an English electronic musician and DJ.

Surgeon's musical style is characterised by his incorporation of the more cinematic and left field aspects of his musical background into his club-based material. His production, remix, and DJ repertoire are inspired by krautrock and industrial music bands such as Faust, Coil, and Whitehouse. In particular, the extent of Coil's influence is such that most of the track titles from Surgeon's Tresor album "Force and Form" are direct references to Coil recordings. Child also draws influence from Chicago house, Techno, Dub music, and Electro, and also from non-musical works by Mike Leigh, David Lynch, William S. Burroughs, Bret Easton Ellis, and Cindy Sherman.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surgeon_%28musician%29

The ever-present 125-130 bpm thud at Berghain can be largely attributed to Tony ‘Surgeon’ Child’s early output, so influential are tracks such as ‘Atol’ and ‘Magneze’ that appeared in 1995 on Karl O’Connor’s Downwards imprint.

Child’s early material had an enormous kinetic energy about it, yet also sounded brittle, ready to snap. Force andForm moved away from this, inspired greatly by the avant-garde mysticism of Coil, a band that Child identifies as an essential part of his musical heritage. It’s a sprawling, experimental LP that owes a debt not just to Coil but also Throbbing Gristle and Liaisons Dangereuses, and to my mind it marks Surgeon as the premier exponent of techno over the last decade.
Toby Frith
http://www.factmag.com/2010/10/30/20-best-uk-techno/13/

This was a request, I had honestly forgotten about it; but after listening to it again after those few years, I have to say it has aged extremely well. Full of loopy, dark techno with industrial references both sonically and thematically (see Coil), it's a classic Surgeon album revealing in full his idiosyncratic tendencies for bastardizing righteous techno beats with weird atmospheres and post-breakbeat loops. On that account, he always reminded me of early PWOG, amongst others; but that may be just me. Anyway, it's no wonder he made a turn towards the tech/dubstep crossover during the last few years.

His downtempo interludes are (according to Anthony Child himself) influenced by the work of his mentor/friend, Napalm Death's ex-drummer Mick Harris aka Scorn or Lull, who also contributed a dub in a 12" of remakes of tracks from the album.
Europa
http://thelightofthenight.blogspot.co.uk/2010/05/force-form.html

There are four sides of vinyl on Force & Form, meaning that the four songs on the album each get an entire side to itself. Drop the needle at the outermost groove and the spinning record will emanate a ten-minute adventure into cycling tribal techno rhythms with heavy percussive bass. Unlike the Maurizio records, which also spin for epic lengths, the songs on Force & Form actually progress through actual movements, where rhythms change and new arrangements construct themselves as if two different techno records are being seamlessly mixed. Each of these four songs begin with several minutes of repetitive techno rhythms similar to the sort of tracks Child recorded for his Basictonalvocabulary album. After a few minutes of locked groove-type sounds, the songs then shift with the low-frequency bass rumbles being eclipsed by tranquil atmospheric tones. Soon the serene subtly of these high-frequencies gets shattered by the slowly growing construction of the next monolithic percussive hailstorm that will carry listeners through the final few minutes of the song. As if the rhythms weren't marvelous enough -- challenging even Mills himself as the latest contender for king of techno dancefloors -- Child's ability to craft brave multi-sectioned epics makes this an even more incredible album than anything he had accomplished up until this point.

http://www.allmusic.com/album/force-form-mw0000667630

Delicious, intelligent and groovy. This is an album where relentless drum loops give architecture to mysterious sound effects. After the brief intro, "Ice" delivers echoes of picks hitting crystals through a cavernous, throbbing cave. "Black Jackal Throwbacks" goes through three phases of wicked pulsating basslines and beats, with a thematic sound effect recurring. "Returning To The Purity Of Content" is 4/4 techno with shuffling samples that sound like it is clawing backwards (IDM moment). 6:50 in, the ever-experimental Anthony Child emerges with disjointed efx, voice samples from old places, telephone conversations, feedback, and tapes stutteringly fast-forwarded. The point to the dissonance is that as it dissolves into "At The Heart Of It All", the most melodic and modern-sounding of the 4 pieces on this CD, the contrast emerges. Whilst the last 3 pieces appear to explore a space before time, the final piece concludes the arc with modern-day electronica (refer to the introductory coo of synths). Beats build up the track until the synths fade off, leaving stylish beats syncopated with a busy clatter of whats-it's, to be bolstered by an electrifying low-fi doop. I hate the label IDM, but if it were to exist, this would be it in the shining form of Techno.  
FLuViRuS
http://www.discogs.com/Surgeon-ForceForm/release/779 

benjackrobinson.com

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Love’s Secret Domain, 2002, gouache on paper
Sparkly new site designed by web virtuoso Alex Tobin now online! Art, writing, film, karaoke and DJ sets, it's all here: http://benjackrobinson.com/

Yuck 'n Yum AGK TEASER 5

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Last year's winners of the AGK Jeppe and Ed had a few words to say about their experience. Here is what they said...

Ed: The AGK was a really enjoyable experience. We came up with the idea for our entry on a Wednesday night and shot it the Thursday afternoon. We found that working quickly on a pressure-free project was a great way to get the creative juices flowing and try things that were out of our usual comfort zones. The night itself is a brilliant demonstration of the size and variety of Dundee's creative community, and a really good laugh to boot!

Jeppe: The prospect of singing in front of an audience was terrifying. But with the good spirit of the competition and the moral support of the Yuck 'n Yum people we manned up and delivered a performance worthy of “Best Video”. It was such great fun and I would recommend submitting, if not only for a fun night but also for a chance to win some nice money and to get exposure from Yuck 'n Yum.

AGK 2013 TEASER 5 from yucknyum on Vimeo.

Ryan Trecartin - A Family Finds Entertainment

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Ryan Trecartin (born 1981, Webster, Texas) is an artist and filmmaker currently based in Los Angeles. He studied at the Rhode Island School of Design, graduating with a BFA in 2004. Trecartin has since lived and worked in New Orleans, Los Angeles, Philadelphia and Miami.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryan_Trecartin

Trecartin’s first feature-length film, A Family Finds Entertainment (2004), was submitted as his final thesis at the Rhode Island School of Design. He was 23. It introduces a number of themes which recur throughout his work: identity as roleplay, the struggle between individual expression and communal belonging, family politics, queer culture, globalisation – and less abstract things like house parties, make-up, TV static, poster paint.

It’s a little absurd to boil this filmic fugue state down to a bare-bones narrative, but here we go: AFFE follows a young, potentially psychopathic man called Skippy (played by Trecartin) who locks himself in bathroom while his friends have a party, tells his parents he is gay, goes outside, becomes the subject of a documentary, gets run over by a car and is magically resurrected by a group sing-along before a round of fireworks. These plot coordinates create a loose framework for forty-two minutes of playful, schizoid imagery and wildly gestural performance, a film that masquerades as surrealist autobiography while dramatising a complex debate about the possibility of belonging. 
Patrick Langley
http://www.thewhitereview.org/art/ryan-trecartin-the-real-internet-is-inside-you/

One may ask if there is some merit to this, artistically, if considered to be an experiment in creating an insufferable, obnoxious piece. However, there does not seem to be a point to this beyond that. It felt like a waste of time. Sure, it's impossible to sit through without curling into a fetal position begging for the horrific imagery to go away, and no other work I have witnessed has achieved that. But I don't know anyone who would want to sit through that, let alone enjoy it. Some art can be difficult to enjoy, yes. But I don't see it in this case as a factor of how much the viewer thinks about it, but rather how little.

The characters include a flock of face-painted horrors, screaming nonsense at the camera, and various other colorful crazies. Trecartin uses a myriad of image-processing effects to achieve his goal (I think) of creating a convoluted, visually confusing mess of a piece. There is no cohesion, there is no plot, but that is not to its detriment. It would almost be laughably terrible if it attempted to tell a comprehensible story. But no, A Family Finds Entertainment seeks only to expose you to this world of horrors. It is a forty-minute view into a hellish place that may have once been inhabited by humans, but no longer.




If A Family Finds Entertainment can be reduced to a thumbnail description, this might be it: Trecartin stars as Skippy, a clownish but terrifyingly psychopathic boy who has locked himself in the upstairs bathroom of his family home during a wild party. Ignoring his siblings' and friends' pleas that he come out, he paces the little room, cutting himself with a knife and musing opaquely on his existential dilemma in a kind of King Lear-style delirium. Downstairs, the partiers are experiencing wild mood-swings and having complex, disassociated conversations (mostly about him) that are constantly interrupted by bursts of visual effects and animated sequences that disorient the cast of characters like so many lightening strikes. Eventually Skippy emerges, borrows money from his creepy, sexually inappropriate parents, and heads outdoors, where he runs into a documentary filmmaker who decides to make a movie about him; but then Skippy is immediately hit by a car and, apparently, killed. Back inside the house, a hyperactive girl named Shin, also played by Trecartin, gets a call on her cell phone with the bad news. She spends twenty or so hysteria-filled minutes trying to focus and construct a sentence linear enough to tell her friends what has happened. When she finally does, a band plays music that seems to magically raise the young man from the dead, and everyone runs outside and sets off fireworks. Then everyone runs back inside before the police show up.
Dennis Cooper
http://www.eai.org/title.htm?id=12079


Nilk @ Dundee Botanics 14.09.13 - pictures

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To Dundee's Botanic Gardens today for Nilk, the local experimental music fest. A pantheon of talent soundtracked the day and I took a few photos, some of which are here:

theapplesofenergy play a blissful live ambient set

Il Discotto’s Italo Gelateria, with ice cream served throughout






















Your correspondent and Ryan reenact the 2011Statler and Waldorf routine

The crowd go wild for Il Discotto’s Italo Gelateria

Bob Flambe holds forth


Stefan Blomeier and Claire bring noise

http://www.creativedundee.com/2013/09/nilk_at_the_botanics/

Mike Kelley - The Uncanny

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 Tony Matelli - Sleepwalker, 1997

Michael "Mike" Kelley (27 October 1954 – 31 January 2012) was an American artist. His work involved found objects, textile banners, drawings, assemblage, collage, performance and video. Writing in The New York Times, in 2012, Holland Cotter described the artist as "one of the most influential American artists of the past quarter century and a pungent commentator on American class, popular culture and youthful rebellion."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Kelley_%28artist%29

Paul McCarthy - Children’s Anatomical Educational Figure, c.1990

In the Uncanny Kelley acts as a curator, a 'film director' of sorts, overseeing the historical presentation of a substantial number of polychrome figurative sculptures. Different ways of representing the figurative are related to each other; this includes non-art objects such as ancient Egyptian grave furnishings, figures used for rituals, cults, and religious worship, anatomical models, wax figures, objects taken from popular art, stuffed animals, as well as contemporary hyperrealistic sculptures. The show features contemporary artists such as Paul McCarthy, Judy Fox, Tony Matelli, Ron Mueck, Paul Thek, Tony Oursler, and many others. The spectacular section of sculptures is complemented by Mike Kelley’s own collection The Harems. These consist of 15 different object types which the artist associates with his childhood and adolescence, ranging from marbles and squeezy toys to hundreds of bubble gum cards, postcards, record covers, magazines, and found church banners. The Harems comprises objects typical of our consumer societies, and it is by accumulating and standardizing their presentation that their 'uncanny aura' is disclosed. Some of the objects on display, taken from various subcultures or fields of science, are quite spooky, and in connection with morbid and macabre artworks they tap into the potential of the uncanny, haunting our artistic aestheticism with dark secrets.
Achim Hochdörfer
http://www.mumok.at/program/archive/exhibitions/2004/mike-kelley/?L=1






















Dieter Roth - Portrait of the Artist as Bird-Seed Bust, 1968

Taking its cue from the resurgence of figurative sculpture in the late 1980s and early 1990s, and from Sigmund Freud’s essay ‘The Uncanny’ (1919), the exhibition brings together mannequin-related art works, mostly from the 1960s onwards, with objects from disparate cultural contexts that engender a similar sense of unease in the viewer: medical dolls, anatomical waxworks, religious statues, pagan figurines, ventriloquists’ dummies, sex dolls, taxidermy and so on. These are joined by photographs that illustrate objects and art works that couldn’t be loaned (Francisco de Goya’s Straw Dummy from 1791-2 or Oskar Kokoschka’s life-size fetish doll that acted as his mistress), that document bizarre incidents (‘an accidental suicide during auto-erotic stimulation’) or that have an impact as physically intense as the sculpture (Hans Bellmer’s Poupée from 1935, and Cindy Sherman’s ‘Sex’ pictures from 1992).

Kelley attributes the lifelikeness of the diverse vernacular objects in ‘The Uncanny’ to the fact that many once acted as doubles for actual human bodies: sexual partners (fetishistic dolls), Catholic saints (religious statues), film actors (stand-ins used in violent scenes), dissected corpses (anatomical wax models) and servants who would otherwise have been put to death in order to wait on an important person in the afterlife (Egyptian figurines and the ‘terracotta army’). As such, they dimly recall taboos that have been individually or collectively repressed: perversion, idolatry, grizzly violence, human sacrifice, mortality in general and the Oedipal drama. Hence our discomfort.
Alex Farquharson
http://www.frieze.com/issue/review/the_uncanny/

Nayland Blake - Magic, 1990-91, mixed media with puppet and armature

It is important to me, first of all, that the objects displayed maintain their physical presence, that they hold their own power in relation to the viewer. I decided, therefore, to exclude miniatures–smaller than life-size statues, dolls, toys, figurines, and the like–from the exhibition. Generally, I believe that small figurative objects invite the viewer to project onto them. By this, I mean that the viewer gets lost in these objects, and that in the process of projecting mental scenarios onto them they lose sense of themselves physically. The experience of playing with dolls is a case in point. The doll becomes simply an object to provoke daydreams, and its objecthood fades into the background. Once the fantasy is operating, it could be replaced by any other object. On the other hand, I am interested in objects with which the viewer empathizes in a human way–though only as long as the viewer, and the object viewed, maintain their sense of being there physically.

The disposability of the venerated substitute has modern correlatives [...] Then there are whole classes of figures designed specifically to be destroyed in use: car-crash dummies, the effigies of hated political figures hung and burned at demonstrations, the mannequins that people the perimeters of nuclear test sites, and the electrified human decoys recently used in India to shock man-eating tigers into losing their taste for human flesh. In a way, all these figures ask to be mistreated. The iconoclast, the one who feels compelled to destroy images, knows: statues invite violence. Like the vampire, they desire a violent death to relieve them of the viewer-projected pathos of their pseudo-life.
Mike Kelley
http://theendofcollection.wordpress.com/2013/01/03/from-playing-with-dead-things-on-the-uncanny-by-mike-kelley/

The Uncanny brings together a wide range of figurative sculptures, mannequins, dummies and sex-dolls, animatronic puppets, body-casts and anatomical body fragments and models, religious statuary, stuffed animals, photographs, film stills and photographic archive material; as well as Kelley's own oddball collections of ephemera, which he calls his "harems", and which are now in the possession of another Los Angeles collector.

Kelley's intention is not just to collide high culture and low, or sacred and profane, or even good art and bad, or art and other kinds of objects. He has arranged all this stuff as a giant warehouse tableau, as though it all existed as an inventory in the mind of an insane collector. I sense a deep, and perhaps deliberate confusion here, not only in the flouting of categories, and Kelley's piecemeal borrowing of such a disparate collection of art and artifacts. Is The Uncanny a Mike Kelley show, or a show curated - straightfaced - by Mike Kelley? Is the artist switching roles and playing curator, or is his curatorship itself a guise, and the premise of the exhibition itself a kind of fiction? Should we regard the show's catalogue, with its footnote-laden essays (including Kelley's original 1993 essay, and a new introduction by himself), and its trudge through psychoanalytic literature, as evidence of dispassionate research, or a further level of Kelley's artistic meta-fiction, another trapdoor into Kelley's world? He is a sly artist at the best of times. 
Adrian Searle
http://www.theguardian.com/culture/2004/feb/24/1



(((echo))) @ DCA 19.09.13 - pictures

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To the DCA this evening for (((echo))), an event designed to provoke discussions about their current Sister Corita Kent show that featured artists Morgan Cahn, Susannah Stark and James Lee. I took a few photos and here they are:

Morgan holds forth






















 There will be new rules next week

Details of the GENERATORprinthouse project at http://anyoneincapableoftakingsidesshouldsaynothing.wordpress.com/






















 James holds forth


Susannah holds forth






















 Morgan demonstrates screenprinting


http://www.dca.org.uk/whats-on/talks-and-events/echo-343.html

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Thomas Leer - Private Plane

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Thomas Leer (born Thomas Wishart, 1953, Port Glasgow, Scotland) is a British musician who as well as releasing a number of albums and singles in his own right, was also one half (the other being Claudia Brücken) of the 1980s electropop band Act. His single "Private Plane", which he recorded in his home, is considered a seminal example of DIY indie techno.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Leer

Perhaps it has been the starting point of the genre but, with its minimal rhythmics, the tape loops added to distorted guitars, the cold layered singing and the forced lo-fi attitude, it's far more out there and psychedelic than what you expect reading "synth-pop" written sideways. This single has a life on its own.
Bruscolino
http://rateyourmusic.com/release/single/thomas_leer/private_plane___international/ 

Private Plane/International were recorded in Tom's small Finsbury Park flat in 3 days using a TEAC A3440 4-track recorder and an ALICE mixing board. "The only FX used were a Watkins Copicat tape echo unit, Electo Harmonix DrQ filter, an old Roland drum machine and a Stylophone 350S. The process was simply a case of laying the tracks down one at a time, applying FX as I went along, and then mixing them all down onto a REVOX A77 mastering machine" They then moved everything across the Thames to Robert's Battersea flat to record ACC/Paralysis.

Tom's single made a big impact - being made NME single of the week by Tony Parsons (now social commentator and author of Man & Boy), which normally assured fame and fortune in those days. The two 45s have a special feel that I believe have stood the test of time partly ‘because’ of the way they were recorded – at home on 4-track, in the same room where Liz was sleeping (hence Tom's vocals are delivered so softly), guitar, rhythm from a cheap drum machine and a bubbling bass that sounds too fast (in the style of Neu on Fur Immer or Hallo Gallo) and finally, Rolf Harris stylophone lead melodies! Without doubt, this 45 would be on my desert Island disc selection. 
Professor Keith R Laws
http://keithsneuroblog.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/revox-xerox-redux-thomas-leer-robert.html

25 years on, one of the most collectable and influential UK indie singles remains 1979’s Private Plane by Thomas Leer.  It appeared on his own Oblique label and was a groundbreaking mixture DIY electronics, tape loops and hushed vocals.  Cut-and-paste music in a cut-and-paste sleeve.  It was, as discogs.com remembers, “compelling pop with a dark heart, swooping between the pretty and the pretty disturbing.”

It sent out ripples across the music scene.  “
Thomas was a huge influence on me,” Matt Johnson told Johnny Marr in 2002, “particularly his single, Private Plane.  The fact it was just one guy in his bedroom doing the entire thing made a massive, massive impact on me.  He was years ahead of his time and actually inspired me to create TheThereally.  He later told me that the reason his vocals were so whispered on that song is because his girlfriend was asleep in their bedsitwhile he did it!”
mark e
http://www.ireallylovemusic.co.uk/dance/Thomas%20Leer%20-%20Biography.htm 

Mouchette

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Mouchette (pronounced: [mu.ʃɛt]) is a 1967 French film directed by Robert Bresson, starring Nadine Nortier and Jean-Claude Guilbert. It is based on the novel by Georges Bernanos. It was entered into the 1967 Cannes Film Festival, winning the OCIC Award (International Catholic Organization for Cinema and Audiovisual).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mouchette

Mouchette is a young teenager living in the tough country. Her mother is going to die, and her father does not take care of her. Mouchette does not manage to express her rebellion against the humiliations she undergoes. One night, in the wood, she meets Arsene. Arsene is the poacher of the village. He thinks he has just killed Mathieu, the rural policeman. He tries to use Mouchette to build an alibi.  
Yepok
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0061996/plotsummary?ref_=tt_ov_pl 

Mouchette has a horrible lot in life, but she doesn't take it all sitting down.  When school lets out, she hides in a ditch and flings mud at the schoolgirls who look down upon her.  When a shopkeeper who had showed her a kindness insults her, Mouchette throws her croissant back.  This little girl is independent and suspicious of charity.

As in other Bresson films, once again an 'innocent' is tormented and witnesses the worst of man, but this time, unlike the country priest or the donkey Balthazar, the subject is earthbound and makes a choice against God. And yet Mouchette's final decision involved two trinities, the three dresses given her by the undertaker and her three attempts.  Nadine Nortier, who was in her late teens when playing this, her only film role, is perfect, a nonactor with an expressive face which tells us all we need to know.  All of Bresson's signature touches - the closeups of hands and feet involved in some task, the use of natural sound - are present with a dollop of irony added in a school song about not giving in to despair (which Mouchette, of course, refuses to sing until called out by her teacher).
Laura Clifford
http://www.reelingreviews.com/mouchette.htm#Laura

Mouchette is based on a novel by Georges Bernanos (who also provided the source for Bresson's 1951 Diary of a Country Priest). Bernanos is a Catholic writer, but in adapting his story of a wretched adolescent girl, Bresson evokes a world from which something—perhaps God—has withdrawn. "What will they become without me?" Mouchette's mother asks the camera in a stark, pre-credit prologue.

The girl lives with her sick mother, drunk father, and squalling baby brother in a hovel by the highway somewhere in rural France. She's stubborn, sullen, and secretive; her thoughts are scattered. School is torment, home is worse. Midway through the 78-minute movie, Bresson allows Mouch-ette something approaching happiness—there's a scene, not in the novel, in which she's treated to a ride in a fairground bumper car. The unexpected collisions are a kind of setup for the unfortunate encounter, soon after, when Mouchette is lost and raped in the woods.

The film's final movement, following the heroine through her last morning, might be called "The Passion of Mouchette"—it ends on a note that is at once utterly inconsequential and irrevocably final. As always, Bresson signifies rather than dramatizes action. The filmmaker professed to hate theater, and yet in Mouchette, the world itself is a mystical stage. Like any genius, Bresson made rules in order to break them.
J. Hoberman
http://www.villagevoice.com/2005-09-27/film/states-of-grace/ 

Like all good Catholics, Bresson likes to torture young girls. They are the perfect example of a presumed innocence so profound they carry the burden of purity for adults male and female.  Like all purity, the fascination lies in the temptation to violate it, either through the burden of obligation and duty beyond the childs years or the sexual violation. Ultimately, purity equals abjection. Our fascination comes from a certain sort of horror with it. A knowledge that soon she will bleed, become woman and therefore the most unpure of all creatures. Purity is a thing to sacrifice to the gods.

Mouchette is on the very tipping point of sexuality. She is Nabokov’s nymphette and Henry James’ child witness. She sees the girls her age turn themselves upside down so that their white knickers are revealed, covering a promise of a sensual future. A young boy exposes himself to Mouchette (presumably because she is poor and unloveable and therefore powerless to do anything about it) and Mouchette simply takes it in her stride.  She flirts with a young man at a carnival, on the dodgems as, like half-child/half-adult creatures, her and a boy deliberately bump into each other to get one another’s attention.  These are the complex twists in the tales of adolescence. This is all a normal healthy part of growing into the body.

But nothing is pure for Mouchette and she is the little bird, little rabbit sacrificed to be made a meal of.  Like many adolescents, her budding experience of sexuality will be as interrupted for her as any of her experiences of being human.  Mouchette suffers. She is born for suffering. Everyone in Mouchettes life despises her, and as the film progresses, more and more people band together to take advantage of her. This is Bresson’s primary message, that victims are ugly creatures, and there is solidarity in good and there is solidarity in evil. In this film he focusses on the solidarity in evil. There is an evil complicity against Mouchette because she has been chosen to prove a point first the author and then the film maker wanted to make.
Lisa Thatcher
http://lisathatcher.wordpress.com/2011/01/07/mouchette-the-muses-never-talk-to-each-other-but-sometimes-they-dance/ 

Yuck 'n Yum AGK free deadline today!

Yuck 'n Yum AGK 2013 - Indiegogo

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Since 2010 the Annual General Karaoke has attracted the brightest and best artists from across Scotland and beyond, all devising, directing and editing their own karaoke videos, which are then performed on the night for an array of glittering prizes. It’s a karaoke night where the videos are made especially for the event. It’s a karaoke video competition! We’re delighted to announce that this year the AGK will be part of the 2013 NEoN festival. Past AGKs have included dancing milk cartons, fake blood, stripping, screaming, floor rolling, drinking, smashed keyboards, women with moustaches, skeletons and of course some lovely singing too!

Who are Yuck ’n Yum? We are a not for profit constituted group with a history in art zines and hosting events. We promote and distribute art outside the gallery setting.

For the last few months tremendously talented videomakers from all over Scotland and further afield have been sweating over their AGK videos. The deadline is fast approaching, and on November 9thwe hope to deliver the best AGK yet… but we need your help.

Despite tremendous support from our volunteers NEoN and the HMC, pulling off our amazing AGK nights is always an expensive enterprise. PA hire, documentation, screen building, prizes, printing and technical equipment all adds up.

If you enjoy or have enjoyed any of our free events, including the last three AGKs or free zines over the last few years, and think “I can spare £5 to help these guys improve upon the already amazing AGK” then please do. Anything you can afford would be brilliant. Don’t underestimate that help, it would be tremendous! If we can find two hundred people who are willing to give us £5 then we are well on our way.

If you can’t give us anything then please just share this page with your friends and family and please please spread the word. And don't forget to 'like' our Yuck ‘n Yum Facebook page.

This year’s AGK promises more karaoke videos made especially for the event, and more moving, unique and downright strange performances! For those who have not made a karaoke video and are too shy to sing, this is your chance to be part of one of the most talked about events in Dundee’s creative calendar.




Ed Ruscha - Twentysix Gasoline Stations

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Edward Joseph Ruscha IV (roo-SHAY; born December 16, 1937) is an American artist associated with the Pop art movement. He has worked in the media of painting, printmaking, drawing, photography, and film. Ruscha lives and works in Culver City, California.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ed_Ruscha


Twentysix Gasoline Stations is the first artist's book by the American pop artist Ed Ruscha. Published in April 1963 on his own imprint National Excelsior Press, it is often considered to be the first modern Artist's book, and has become famous as a precursor and a major influence on the emerging artist's book culture, especially in America. The book does exactly what its title suggests, reproducing 26 photographs of gasoline stations next to captions indicating their brand and location. From the first service station, 'Bob's Service' in Los Angeles where Ruscha lived, the book follows a journey back to Oklahoma City where the artist had grown up, and where his mother still resided. The last image is of a Fina Gasoline Station in Groom, Texas, which Ruscha has suggested should be seen as the beginning of the return journey, 'like a coda'.

A lot of critics have assigned a religious sub-text to the work, seeing a correlation between the gasoline stations and the 14 Stations of the Cross, traditionally the staging posts between Pilate's condemnation and the burial of Christ after His crucifixion on Calvary. Ruscha, a lapsed catholic, has gone some way to supporting this view in interviews:
There is a connection between my work and my experience with religious icons, and the stations of the cross and the Church generally, but it's in one of method, you know; I do have some flavors that come over, like the incense... we all go through stages... the attitude comes out of a whole style of living and then coming up with statements.
The book has also been cited as an artist's book equivalent of a road movie, and as a pop version of Walker Evans' photos of America, such as his deserted gasoline station in 'Highway Corner Reedsville West Virginia, 1935'. (Although Ruscha has admitted knowledge of Evans' work, he has dismissed it as an influence.) The last image, of a Fina station, has been interpreted as a Duchampian pun on Fin (end).

Twentysix Gasoline Stations, a modest publication consisting of black and white photographs with captions, is an iconic artist book. The photographs are of petrol stations, along the highway between Ruscha’s home in Los Angeles and his parent’s house in Oklahoma City. Clive Phillpot, writer, curator and former Director of the Library at the Museum of Modern Art, New York, observes that the photographs are not reproduced in a linear sequence, with five photographs out of order. Taken from the highway and often including large areas of forecourt or road, the shots appear to be simply factual records of the petrol stations. Each opening of the book reveals one or two photographs in varying but repeated layouts, with the photographs set in relatively large areas of white space. The captions consist of the name of the petrol station and its location (for example, ‘Texaco, Sunset Strip, Los Angeles’ and ‘Flying A, Kingman, Arizona’). The front cover has the title printed in red as three separate lines, the stark brightness of the design muted by the wrap around protective cover. The book is the first in a sequence of photographic artist books by Ruscha.

Twentysix Gasoline Stations was first published in 1963 (although the title page states 1962) in an edition of 400 numbered copies. It was subsequently republished in two unnumbered editions. Ruscha’s books, and this one in particular, are considered seminal in the history of artist books.
Maria White
http://www.tate.org.uk/about/projects/transforming-artist-books/summaries/edward-ruscha-twentysix-gasoline-stations-1963 

The book was arranged, then, so that our progress through its pages, left to right, was roughly analogous to our progress across a map from west to east, while the narrative obviously recounted a journey from Los Angeles to Oklahoma City and back. Thirteen tanks of gas one way and thirteen the other! How cool! I thought, How Pop-Joycean! And then, for reasons I can only attribute to Ruscha’s subtle genius, I counted the unnumbered pages. There were fifty-two of them, front and back, including the covers – twenty-six individual pages! Somehow, I had known there would be, and, clearly, if we moved through this book as we move across a map, as we move across America, and the number of physical pages corresponded to the number of objects depicted… well, hell, it all might mean something! The complete object might be speaking to us in some odd language of analogue and incarnation.

In that moment, I became an art critic – or, more precisely, an art dealer, since I bought all five books. Because it wasn’t just personal. Ruscha’s book nailed something that, for my generation, needed to be nailed: the Pop-Minimalist vision of the Road. Jack Kerouac had nailed the ecstatic, beatnik Road. Ken Kesey and Neal Cassady were, at that moment, nailing the acid-hippie Road, and now Ruscha had nailed the road through realms of absence – that exquisite, iterative progress through the domain of names and places, through vacant landscapes of windblown, ephemeral language.
Dave Hickey
http://www.americansuburbx.com/2009/10/theory-edward-ruscha-twentysix-gasoline.html

Ruscha originally conceived of the book as a way to report back the "news" by way of his numerous road trips across the U.S. on Route 66 between Oklahoma City and Los Angeles where he was located at the time. Inspiration for the title originally arose from a play of words, which the artist's graphic paintings are distinctly known for; he simply dug the word 'gasoline' and 'twentysix' seemed like the perfect written number to accompany it.

"Twentysix Gasoline Stations" was dry, deadpan and pretty much boring. As Ruscha commented above there is no aesthetic glorification in the depiction of the imagery, just a poker-faced collection of unremarkable snapshots of roadside gas stations arranged in a visual photo-conceptual typology of sorts. The photographs therein were unprofessionally photographed and deliberately anti-aestheticized. Accordingly the book's cover title was typeset as three centered lines of capitalized type whose only extravagance was its bright red color appearing on a white ground. The presentation of this puzzling little book with its interior series of black and white photographs has certainly created a fuss over the years since it was first published in 1962 from both art critics and the art community.

Indeed, critical response to Ruscha's series of mass-produced, ubiquitous artist photobooks has been at times downright hostile, for instance consider conceptual photographer, Jeff Wall's commentary describing Ruscha's books; "Only an idiot would take pictures of nothing but the filling stations, and the existence of a book of just those pictures is a kind of proof of the existence of such a person."
Kim Stringfellow
http://www.kcet.org/arts/artbound/counties/los-angeles/ed-ruscha-photobooks.html



Sturtevant - Warhol Flowers

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Warhol Flowers, 1990

Elaine Sturtevant, an American artist born 1930 in Lakewood, Ohio, has achieved recognition for her works that consist entirely of copies of other artists' works. She lives and works in Paris.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elaine_Sturtevant

Warhol Flowers, 1965

In 1991, Sturtevant presented an entire show consisting of her repetition of Warhol’s ‘Flowers’ series. It was not the first time (although what ‘first time’ means in terms of seeing and re-seeing art is important to consider) she had investigated the flash and physics of encountering this work. In the mid-60s, she asked Warhol for the original silkscreen with which he had made his ‘Flowers’ - an image he appropriated, not uninterestingly, from a Kodak ad - to make hers. Warhol gave her the screen. At a later date, after being bombarded with questions about his process and technique, Warhol responded: ‘I don’t know. Ask Elaine.’ As Sturtevant puts it: ‘Warhol was very Warhol’.

This is a complicated statement. How did Warhol get to be ‘very Warhol’? How does one come to recognise - see, consider - a painting, film , or anything by Warhol once he and everything he’s done are slated only to be ‘a Warhol’? It is Sturtevant who knows how to make a Warhol, not Warhol. It is Sturtevant who allows a Warhol to be a Warhol, by repeating him. Copy, replica, mimesis, simulacra, fake, digital virtuality, clone - Sturtevant’s work has been for more than 40 years a meditation on these concepts by decidedly not being any of them.
Bruce Hainley
http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/erase_and_rewind/

Warhol Flowers, 1990

A 40-year span has occurred between Sturtevant’s first remake, Warhol Flowers in 1964 and its exhibition in a major museum survey of her work in 2004 (although one must pause to reconsider how to describe what Sturtevant does, for to call it a remake, remix, or a replay would more than likely irk her). Sturtevant makes copies of art works, but she is no copyist. She appropriates, but is not an Appropriationist. She was a renegade female artist, but not a feminist. So what is this artist sine qua non all about?

Is she illustrating Baudrillard’s sense of the simulacrum, or denuding Deleuze’s thinking on difference and repetition? Is she challenging or upholding the aura of the artwork in an age of reproduction? Perhaps a Proustian sense of memory, of ‘seeing again’, lies behind it all. Or perhaps Sturtevant is working against the empiricists, eliminating the possibility of ‘seeing’ altogether. After all, it would seem that the crooked stick of humanity has never quite gone beyond the idea that ‘seeing is believing’.

Sturtevant makes her Sturtevantian memory (or memory in motion) the subject of her work and is antsy when anyone places her on the wrong shelf of the categorical imperative/interrogative. When someone called her an Appropriationist, she responded, “I am not an Appropriationist by token of intention and meaning. I do not make copies. I am talking about the power and the autonomy of the original and the force and pervasiveness of art. Perhaps the brawny brains of this ‘doctor of thinkology’ have scared off possible fans and supporters. And if Castelli could understand enough to wheel and deal in Pop, he knew that he could never convince his group of collectors that they should not only buy a Warhol, Johns, or Lichtenstein, but a Sturtevant/Warhol Marilyn, a Sturtevant/ Johns Flag, or a Sturtevant/Lichtenstein Hot Dog (though Castelli himself once acquired a Sturtevant from her Oldenburg store).

No one has admission to her sorcery excepting the few who are well-versed in the ideas of Deleuze and Foucault. This ‘black magic woman’ has worked the witchery of exclusivity into her production whether she wanted to or not. Like hearing heavy footsteps on the floor above, one can hear, but never really know what is going on upstairs; until, that is, one knocks on the door.
April Elizabeth Lamm
http://boone-broodthaers.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/sturtevant-originally-published-in-art.html 

Warhol Flowers, 1990

Hans Ulrich Obrist: Copy, copyright, and ready-made?

Sturtevant: Ready-mades are such a hot topic right now. For instance, I had one artist approach me and say she did ready-made art. I wondered how that was possible since her art was not readymade at all. Then she said, “No. I’m a ready-made artist.” I then wondered what that meant and how it worked. She said, “Oh, I don’t know, my dealer told me to say that” [laughs]. So I think we’re in a lot of trouble here. It’s a way to attach to things – you can do this, you can do that, you can do remake, re-copy, ready-made, or any other cliché word. In terms of copy and copyright, it‘s impossible to have a discourse about it. You absolutely cannot discuss copyright with lawyers because it’s a complete impasse, and won’t even come close to a discourse or dialogue. If you start talking to them about why copyright is no longer viable, they close the conversation. Copyright is not copyright anymore, but more about how this world is functioning. It’s not about the law, it’s about our way of being. And copy has very different dynamics than something that resembles something else. But it’s not an interesting topic anymore; it’s not viable. But I can also say that Duchamp is not viable.
http://032c.com/2008/elaine-sturtevant/


The Orbit

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Morley is a market town and civil parish within the City of Leeds metropolitan borough, in West Yorkshire, England.

Orbit nightclub hosted the world's biggest techno, trance and hard house DJs. During the late nineties, the club became a mecca of Northern rave culture until its sudden closure in 2003.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morley,_West_Yorkshire


Went there once but it had a lasting effect November 1998 I saw Westbam do a 4 hour set there and to this day it's still one of the best sets I've ever witnessed :)

Only 400 capacity if I recall, the layout was a bit like Utopia in Leeds where they used to have Sundissential, big circle with balcony all the way round. Mad-for-it crowd all up for a good time, no trouble, pleasant bouncers....loved it!
Lazarus
http://www.matthardwick.com/forums/showthread.php?t=20626

For all the clubbing i've done in my time - england, ibiza, continent, america / shed load of clubs... nothing nothing comes close to this place. i last went in about 2002. i'd be going since 1991. nothing comes close to this place (did i just say that). it was by far the best club i've ever been to. music, people, sound system. we used to make a night of it driving through from brid ..by hell it was something special. i have searched for other great clubs i've been to on the web and guess what.... only orbit is big on comments like the love that is shown on here. come on morley.....tell you what my throat hurt after shouting that all night. brilliant.




Used to love this place. As did all whoever went, (asides from the few mates I dragged along now and again who were more into Basics at the time (!)

My earliest memories are of seeing Dream Frequency live with these mad ghosts dancing on stage at the front.

Hardest night - Tanith

Messiest night - many, but one of Joey Beltrams earliest nights has to go down in personal history. The bass was so heavy on "9 millimeter" that immediate sledging occured and time was spent in the arms of a lovely girl (stranger) on one of the many flights of stairs up to the original chill-out room in the sky.

Best entertainer - Sven Vath (by a mile) numerous cans of Stella, bottles of Vodka and whatever wasn't visible to the naked eye used to go hand in hand with his set.......(then he stopped all that during '94.)

Favorite track and moment of sheer Euphoria - when the bass drops back in halfway through

Hardfloors 'Acperience'

Strangest experience - Seeing the long massage trains of the early nineties for the first time. And also many peoples faces.

Other good things - The Car Park, The Queue, Lasers, and pre-charlie amazingly friendly crowds of the early early nineties.

Oh to do it all again!
Adam Beer (barrington)
http://www.ilxor.com/ILX/ThreadSelectedControllerServlet?boardid=40&threadid=5508

I like to think I've kept my ear to the ground when it comes to techno. I've got Suburban Knights "The Art of Stalking" and Dave Clarke "Red 1" and "Red 2" on vinyl. I managed to eventually visit the current mecca of techno, Berghain in Berlin and saw a storming Dave Clarke set in March this year. So imagine my surprise to have stumbled across The Orbit - a night that ran from 1991 to 2003 - at Afterdark club in Morley, Leeds. I have to admit, when I'd been flicking through the pages of Mixmag back in 1999 i'd be looking out more for the likes of Paul Van Dyk and Mauro Picotto than Jeff Mills and Marco Zaffarano but how could I have missed it! I used to read that mag cover to cover.

Anyway sure enough a quick look at Mixmag November 1999 reveals that Thomas Heckmann, Justin Robertson, Ben Sims, CJ Bolland and Billy Nasty all turned up to spin some no doubt heavy shit.
A night that had Robert Hood, Jeff Mills, Derrick May, DJ Hell, Christian Vogel, Joey Beltram, CJ Bolland, Dave Angel, LFO, Marco Zaffarano and David Holmes all playing in the space of a month (December '95 - January '96) gives you some idea of it's pedigree. What really strikes me though, having had an extended cruise through Youtube is the degree to which the crowd "had it".
http://www.collectlondon.com/blogs/collect-london-blog/8086745-legendary-techno-club-the-orbit-at-afterdark-in-morley-leeds

Bruce Nauman - corridors

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Green Light Corridor, 1971

Bruce Nauman (born December 6, 1941) is a contemporary American artist. His practice spans a broad range of media including sculpture, photography, neon, video, drawing, printmaking, and performance. Nauman lives near Galisteo, New Mexico.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bruce_Nauman

Walk with Contrapposto, 1968

Quite possibly the most mind altering piece of installation art work ever?

You walk down a set of corridors, at the end of each of these are monitors, some of which you see yourself in from different angles.

It is extremely confusing to see the back of yourself walking in front of you and something you are unlikely to have experienced before.

My first experience of these in Liverpool, England, some years ago was quite unexpected and for a few moments my brain couldn’t cope with the fact that I was seeing myself, so I was delighted to take my friend to see them whilst in Berlin, 2010.
PrettyUsed
http://prettyused.tumblr.com/post/3940087731/bruce-nauman-corridor-quite-possibly-the-most





















  
Live Taped Video Corridor, 1970

One of his very early works is "Live taped Video corridor". This particular installation consists of a narrow corridor. There are two monitors stationed at the end of this corridor, one on top of another. There is a camera fixed at the entrance of this corridor which is connected to one of the monitors, whereas the other monitor shows a pre-recorded image of the corridor. Thus, when a person moves along the corridor towards the monitors, he gets further away from the camera. Its almost like he's walking away from himself. The narrow corridor creates a confined environment enhancing the focus on the monitors.
Ruchika Rajani
http://ruchikarajanimaisd.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/bruce-nauman-live-taped-video-corridor.html






















Live-Taped Video Corridor, 1970.

Performance Corridor imposed certain physical limits on its audience, but Nauman nevertheless recalled feeling some frustration at not being able to more fully "control the situation." In subsequent corridors, he developed a number of devices to accomplish just this, from mirrors and intense, colored fluorescent light (see, for example, Green Light Corridor, made in 1970) to the closed-circuit video technology of contemporary surveillance systems. Related to part of a multi-corridor installation that Nauman constructed earlier in 1970 at the Nicholas Wilder Gallery in Los Angeles, Live-Taped Video Corridor features two stacked television monitors at its far end, both linked to a camera mounted at the corridor's entrance: the top monitor plays live feed from the camera, while the bottom monitor plays pretaped footage of the empty passageway from the identical angle. Walking down the corridor, one views oneself from behind in the top monitor, diminishing in size as one gets closer to it. The camera's wide-angle lens heightens one's disorientation by making the rate of one's movement appear somewhat sped up. Meanwhile, the participant is entirely, and uncannily, absent from the lower monitor. The overall result is an unsettling self-conscious experience of doubling and displacement.
Ted Mann
http://www.guggenheim.org/new-york/collections/collection-online/artwork/3153 






















 Corridor with Mirror and White Lights, 1971

By setting up an uncomfortable situation, a piece like Performance Corridor works to debase the equating of the idealized “good”, “beautiful”, and “true”, a notion on which western philosophy and consequently aesthetics is based. In discussing the inspiration for Performance Corridor, Nauman mentions the peculiar reaction common to people in tight spaces: an uncomfortable sensation produced by a heightened awareness of the body. The reduced ability to evade others when restrained by such a space leads to further discomfort. Both effects reveal a basic human desire to remain self-contained, unaware of our being subjected to outside forces, as well as our freedom to move and act despite this being subjected. As a result, Nauman’s strategy can be described as ethical, and the ethics it promotes is one of use. The meaning, and therefore use of the piece, is an experience that calls the viewer to question not only aesthetic values, but the epistemological assumptions and tendencies of life in general. The tendency to judge an art work by pleasure-based criteria is exposed and consequently debased, and the viewer is left to judge the piece having gained this awareness in addition to a more generalized awareness of subjectivity and agency.
Jessica Hullman
http://chax.org/eoagh/issuefive/hullman.html






















 Corridor Installation (Nick Wilder Installation), 1970

I sidle down an ever-narrowing corridor towards an open doorway and slip into an empty white room. Except it is not quite white, but lit by harsh, pale green striplights. The light fills the empty parallelogram of the room with an unpleasant sickly pallor. I stare at my hands and they look suddenly horrible, mottled and half-dead. Goodness knows what it does to my face. It feels like an antechamber to a morgue in here, which I guess is the point. I feel exposed. Nakedness in here would not be appealing. All that effort to get there, and now all that's left is to leave, edging out as quick as I can through another narrow exit.

What draws me to Nauman? Something more than masochism, an attraction to discomfiture: there's nothing like a feeling of futility to get the juices going. His art can be brutal, beautiful, aggressive and arresting, and it is always surprising and rich.
Adrian Searle
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2013/jan/30/bruce-nauman-art-hauser-wirth 

ashes

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Maquette for a Memorial, 2011, silk forget-me-nots with Comme des Garçons 2 Man eau de toilette

Extract from Thomas Moore - A Certain Kind of Light:

To set up a new profile I have to set up a new email address. I’m registered with the same site that Craig uses but I haven’t used it for a year, which is about as long ago as the site was originally in vogue. My interest peaked after a couple of months and I forgot my password. I’m floating anonymously somewhere now, I guess forever. If the site goes bankrupt then my page will disappear. I chose a stupid name anyway – and I used a weird picture instead of a photograph of myself. But if I did the same again, then I’d be able to talk to Craig without worrying what would happen if I passed him in the street. That feels like too much to think about at the moment.

For the first two hours of the day I fight the urge to call Luke. I want to talk to him and tell him that everything is going to be ok, even though I don’t think it is, but use that to make it convincing, because at the moment it feels like he’s thinking a lot about his dad which makes our friendship feel almost non-existent and I want to remind him that I can help him out with things like this, I mean, life.

I get the feeling that Emma isn’t helping him much either maybe because he won’t let her and I sense this is my chance to feel close to them both again.
The only way I can imagine Luke’s dad being cremated is if I make it look like something from television. The camera would be at the bottom of the coffin, so that the shot is from his feet looking up at the rest of his body. The camera would have to be slightly raised. I don’t know much about dead bodies; less than I do about living ones, at any rate, which are things that I think about a lot more. I’m sure that when someone dies their body relaxes and everything drops. They shit everywhere. I guess piss would come out too. And all the other ... stuff. Whatever else comes out, I mean. I’m sure there’s more. The body would be cleaned up before it’s put in the coffin. It would be dressed. What do they do with the face? Put make up on, I guess – subtle stuff. I think about Luke’s dad’s corpse wearing lipstick and eyeliner and stop because it looks horrible and part of me wants to laugh at just how horrible it is which makes me feel guilty.

Dead bodies are all over the internet. Someone says they’ve got a picture of the dead actor, dead, so I look but it’s nothing really; another joke – just an old photo of him with fake stitches and crosses drawn over the eyes. There are some dead actors on there, actually as corpses: one that I thought I was in love with when I was eight years old because he was in a film playing the sort of character that I thought I would like to be friends with at the time. I tried to shape all the other boys my age into someone like him at that point, with the way that I thought about them. He was probably about fifteen then. He had a certain expression on his face – like he was mad, only he wasn’t good at being angry, so he looked more crestfallen than anything else; a mixture, I guess. Craig has the same kind of look about him. Maybe that’s why he’s sorry.

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It’s crazy how you can make people seem like exactly the person that you want them to be if you think about it enough. Sometimes I don’t think I think about anything else.

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Someone told me that ashes are a lie. Apparently when a family gets given the urn at the end of the funeral, it’s only a little bit of the person that they think it is. I was told that they burn all the dead people together, and the ash all just gets split up, so you don’t know who you’re keeping the pieces of. If you’re lucky then I guess you might end up with a couple of handfuls of what’s left of the person you loved.
http://denniscooper-theweaklings.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/please-welcome-to-world-thomas-moores.html

A quick AGK update from Yuck 'n Yum‏

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Dear Yuck 'n Yummers,

We are busy making the final arrangements for the AGK which is in less than two weeks, however we need your help.

We have set up an Indiegogo campaign and we would like to ask you to support us and spread the word. If you enjoy or have enjoyed any of our free events, including the last three AGKs or our free zines we urge you to donate, anything you can afford would be brilliant - However we do have some awesome perks up for grabs, including your own mini AGK brought straight to your door.  If you can’t afford anything, don't worry, we would like to kindly ask if you would spread the link amongst your friends.

AGK fundraiser from yucknyum on Vimeo.


The money raised from the Indiegogo campaign will help cover the cost of the building and installation of a screen, PA and technical equipment hire, documentation of the event and printing of the karaoke catalogue. Plus, not to mention, the cash prize of £300 and many more prizes announced on the night.  Yuck 'n Yum operates on a shoestring budget to deliver a year long programme of events alongside distribution of our zine and would be eternally grateful for any help.

Please visit our Indiegogo campaign here


Don't forget the AGK will be held as part of NEoN Digital art festivalon the 9th of November.

Venue: Vision Building
Where: Greenmarket (just off the Perth road, beside Braes Bar)
Doors open 8:30 pm

We hope to see you there!!

Love from the Yuck 'n Yum team
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