Here are some photos of my performance art piece Bloodlines, at Emmanuel Gallery in Denver. Video will be up on my website eventually, as well as a statement about the piece and my thoughts on human DNA, violence and religion. Thanks to LOGOS for doing the sound engineering, and to everyone that helped with documentation.
12.11.2010
Bloodlines, Emmanuel Gallery, 12/2/2010
Here are some photos of my performance art piece Bloodlines, at Emmanuel Gallery in Denver. Video will be up on my website eventually, as well as a statement about the piece and my thoughts on human DNA, violence and religion. Thanks to LOGOS for doing the sound engineering, and to everyone that helped with documentation.
11.29.2010
"Global Proposal for a New Emoticon" (BFA Thesis Installation/Performance)
Digital communication, textual and pictorial, is the daily bread of contemporary life in a techno-enthused society. In Global Proposal for a New Emoticon, the relationship between the psyche and popular methods of digital expression are explored through performance, video, and installation. The use of a YouTube channel as medium provides an intentional documentation on modern-day narcissism and the failings of instant-gratification communication devices.
Where there is a limitation of language, there is a void of expression. My installation is a large sculptural environment that reflects this concept, and is designed to house a performer (myself). I use my body in my art as a tool for pictorial narrative and a vehicle for complex emotive expression. Until an object-body becomes a subject-body, the body will only ever be acted upon by outside forces. Once the body realizes its objecthood, it becomes a subject and can thus begin acting upon its environment. Through the act of food preparation, where a kitchen becomes a metaphor for activity, I become an agent of creation. Through the act of attempting to consume these foods while watching television, I become an agent of consumption, where the living room is a metaphor for passivity. Through the binaries of participation and spectatorship, technology is convicted in a case against digital communication dependence. Sherry Turkle - writer, professor, psychologist, and director of the MIT Initiative on Technology and Self - writes about technology and its psychological effects upon the human mind/spirit, especially regarding the internet, the personality, and the culture of instant-gratification. We are now living in a culture where the instant gratification from communicating feelings through text and SMS messaging becomes dangerous; the danger is in having become dependent upon technology for the expression and edification of feelings.
As I blindly consume the objects of my installed habitat, I point to the absurdity of trying to convey deep feelings through digital communication. My actions within the habitat point to a relationship between being "logged on" and being temporarily isolated from my immediate surroundings. I chose the medium of a YouTube channel, to upload 400 of my own home videos over a year's time. These videos aim to demonstrate the lack of insight resulting in non-reflective narcissism and the instant-gratification of uploading the 'self' and of communicating digitally. With these stockpiled videos, I created two videos for the installed environment, and designed a new emoticon after scrupulously analyzing the visual data. From this data, I formulated a ratio of mind, body and spirit 'incidences' based off of each video's predominant content, and that ratio mathematically informed the design of the new emoticon. The three parts of the ratio were the basis of the three structural components of the emoticon for 'psychospiritual transformation.' The emoticon is a parody on the complexity of feelings and the void they encounter when using digital technology. The post-performance environment will become a deconstruction zone. It serves as evidence of the trace of a psychospiritual, transformative act against emptiness in all its forms.
Global Proposal for a New Emoticon considers how technology may or may not evolve to meet the needs of the human psyche that is evolving along side it, and if and when digital communication could ever match that of verbal or body language. By way of using my body in my art, I point to the complexity in communication that is lost through those digital devices that are so pervasive today, but I also point to the sterility of the contemporary 'white cube' gallery. Parody is an ingredient that I find works well with the state of questioning, and my body questions the sedentary states of digital consumption that are the trademarks of the twenty-first century, as well as the over-institutionalization of art.
Golden Ratio of the Self:
Mining the Video Journal Data for an Archetype
of PsychoSpiritual Transformation and It's Visual Expression
of PsychoSpiritual Transformation and It's Visual Expression
New Emoticon
)))(((([oø/]))))(((
psycho
)))(((
)))(((
(mind)
spiritual
((()))
((()))
(spirit)
transformation
[oø/]
[oø/]
(body)
mind:spirit:body ratio = 15:13:12
where 15:13:12 is the basic expression of relationship of the 3 components above, as mined and identified over the course of reviewing 400 instances of daily routine (the video-stock YouTube channel)
psycho - short for psychological, or mental processes; act of will; ego; vibrational 'outward' energy expression (not an object)
ex: "((((o))))" where o = object
spiritual - long word for spirit, or spiritual beliefs or experiences; act of service; subservience or non-ego; vibrational 'inward' energy expression (not an object)
ex: "))))o((((" where o = object
transformation - to transform is a verb, and verbs (actions) need bodies (nouns); all physical bodies transform (molecules, eg.) and all non-physical bodies transform (thoughts, eg.); bodies of material and bodies of knowledge; both are stagnant; objects, or bodies, are either acted upon or act upon another body
ex: "[oø/]" where [] indicates a unified body, a message, a strand of imprints that communicate the nature of the body and where oø/ symbolizes the word 'transformation' through a series of visual steps (circle, circle plus slash, slash minus circle)
10.14.2010
Duchamp's Obituary
Mining the video data for the magical video mosaic (kitchen) and video narrative (living room), I came across this...
((((( May all beings be happy. )))))
((((( May all beings find that special love for Duchamp. )))))
---------end transmission----------
((((( May all beings be happy. )))))
((((( May all beings find that special love for Duchamp. )))))
---------end transmission----------
8.27.2010
zodiacical ˚∆
A previously compounded video-stock, claiming 400 videos in all, was only 385 total, after all. My Youtube stock site for a large, 400-video mosaic (video projection component to an installation and performance project, Global Proposal For a New Emoticon) has a minor error. A human error. A human error in the age of the post human. The age of computation! And why can I not compute a simple number such as 400? YouTube privacy settings, that's why. It's explained in video journal #389. See above or below.
twelve is a good number (zodiacical ≈ of the zodiac, maniacical)
Imagine animated parodies that mock human emotion and are constructed entirely of standard keyboard symbols. They're almost about to be born. Nine months down the birth canal. One dozen videos left to go, after adjusting for human error.
At the heart of the concept are themes around networked, online applications and hosting. A critical look at the cult of YouTube through the lens of keyboard culture. Welcome to the age of emptiness. (But does it have to be this way?) You can run from yourself, but you can't hide from yourself. Global Proposal For a New Emoticon will address such things, in a medium that I like to call theatrical, time-based sculpture (my combining of installation, performance, subjects, video, and objects).
The basic, unexciting and seemingly pointless fragments of the video painting (what I prefer to call the video mosaic) are abstract, decontextualized and empty when looked at under a microscope. A Gestalt perspective on the relationship of parts-to-the-whole leads me to other conclusions, however. Pixels, fragments, mean nothing when in isolation of relationship to one another, yet viewed simultaneously... they disappear and paint a picture, tell a story. The whole is more than the sum of it's pathetic little parts. The mass emptiness that the pixels appear to embody when disintegrated is replaced by substance when combined... and recombined... into a panorama of concentrated points in space, or rather, points in 'time'.
So too, human life can take on the persistent mask of uneventfulness and banality. However, when compiled and viewed simultaneously, there is much to be said. Some might call it the work of God, some might sell t-shirts, some might call it coincidence and some might call it psychology. (I call it psychospiritual transformation.) All in the same, it's perspective due to information compression. And it's definitely visual.
7.15.2010
Post-Duchampian perspectives on the teaching of art
So I decided to lay claim to some of my recent and/or edified influences upon my actions in the world as an artist, a cultural agitator, and a consumer of a BFA in digital art. These are some notes from a long session at the College Art Association Conference in Chicago this last February....
Post-Duchamp, Post-Production: Delineations of Media in Art Theory and PedagogyI took a lot of notes on this session... it was probably one of my favorite panels at the whole conference, hands down. Ideas about how the teaching of art in institutions is evolving were prevalent on this panel, and most engaging was the discussion & debate of the new PhD in Fine Arts or Studio Arts or whatever it's being labeled at this moment. What a time we are living in!
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Mariah Doren (Columbia University and Purchase College, State University of New York) presented a paper, titled Post-Duchamp Critiques in Art School: Following the Narrative of Originality, and she spoke of the readymade as political gesture. Duchamp shifted the focus from the art object to the art gesture and it was this very gesture that became the cause for us to stop and look and reflect upon our experience, rather than the art object itself.
Applying this to how critiques are run in art school and it is not difficult to see that a shift was necessary in the way we approach the structure of feedback between peers and professors; trying to define meaning in an artwork is an obsolescence that only produces vague and idiosyncratic critiques empty of value. Greenbergian-esque claims of impartiality, universality and objectivity put static meaning upon the work of art and produces not so much of a professor or teacher, but a connoisseur that simply reinforces an outdated hierarchy.
Over time we see trends in art practice and theory whereby as artists we go through cycles of building up value around a distinct theory or trend and then we later break down that value... over and over again. In this way, value becomes a performative act; it is a constant reorganizing of building and breaking. Value becomes a verb; we now have a non-linear, non-hierarchical practice of art production and evaluation based on the idea of the rhizome. The rhizome represents the structure known as network where related concepts branch but do not compete for power. Value need not be linear in the teaching and administering of art.
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Sean C. Lowry (University of Newcastle) presented his spin on artistic production, The Agnostic Readymade: Beyond Art and Anti-Art, keeping me on the edge of my conference seat like some kind of geek. I highly recommend checking out Lowry's website and seeing his history in music and experimentation. A lot of what he was experimenting with back in the day - music appropriation and experimentation in melody matching - is very similar to the mission of today's internet site Pandora (Music Genome Project).
Lowry spoke of his earlier projects while in art school of strategic concealment of music appropriation (music sampling based on key, melody, etc.) which he is calling "subliminal appropriation". The main difference between the readymade-type appropriation and this type has to do with the intention of the artist. Blatant appropriation is different than concealed appropriation because of the differences in the self-consciousness of the artist. Lowry played samples of the musical experimentation that he examined while still in school. He gathered musical data (songs) that had similar melodic properties and played in similar keys, blended the data together to create a montage sound of familiarity, and had musicians play their instruments on top of those montage tracks... creating and essentially curating an entirely new sound that ended up getting him signed on to record deals.
Lowry said something profound that got my total attention and has been resonating in my mind ever since... he said that in a post-Duchamp world, we are agnostic. We don't believe in art anymore. We believe in the idea of art. No longer is it necessary to continue to enforce the binary of art and anti-art, where the aesthetic is a belief in art as an index of culture and the anti-aesthetic is a belief in art as culture itself. Art and anti-art are now entering the pluralistic state of being equivocal, of being companions and no longer opponents. In Lowery's opinion (and I completely agree), the most provocative art refuses to exist at either end of the binary. The agnostic readymade is about finding peace between cynicism and anti-cynicism.
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Natalie Loveless (University of California, Santa Cruz) presented her written work titled Participatory Dissent and the Fine Arts PhD and I swear to you my NERDA friends, though she calls herself Loveless she is very far from it. The passion this woman has for the discourse around institutionalized artistic practice has gotten me to start seriously considering the possibilities of a much different future for artists in the United States... a very bright future.
Where to start? Well first of all, Loveless began the presentation of her paper with a call to action. Her first slide was a quote from one of my deeper and more potent influences in artistic practice...
Every human being is an artist... called to participate in transforming and reshaping the conditions, thinking and structures that shape and inform our lives. - Joseph Beuys
Loveless began by posing a very serious question:
What is the definition of PhD labor, or, what are the limits of PhD labor?
She spoke of the process of research being at odds with the process of making art, that art is at odds with the university proper because art itself is messy, indulgent and creative - far from research practice. She took a very critical look at the fine art PhD, calling it a candy-like degree that takes away the artists' creativity and economy. Calling for a new way to look at the degree, she laid the foundation for something she is calling "participatory dissent", a model for institutions to follow that supports and allows both dissent and libidinal investment on the artists' behalf, a model that would allow for all participants to reconfigure themselves in incredible ways. Using a Lacanian psychological model as the grounds to understand participatory dissent, we can transform antagonism into agonism.
Practice and theory need not be separate endeavors. One is not the instrument of the other. Using theory to make art or making art to create theory is not as transformational and engaging as living in a world where practice and theory envelop one another, become one another, and shape the way we live in profound ways. Practice becomes theory and theory becomes practice and there is no real boundary between the two. (One is not organized and one is not messy. One is not above and one is not below in a hierarchy. One is not words and one is not visual. That is my own interpretation of the idea.)
Loveless reminded us that pedagogy is a political act; it is social sculpture.
And she reinforced the important question in regards to the PhD... What is that labor that we call research?
It is important to remember that the PhD is not the same as an artwork. It is not an MFA in Studio Art. It's more of a question, a philosophy, a research practice where theory becomes practice and practice becomes theory without a collapsing of either of the two. The current structure of the Fine Arts PhD as a justification of disciplinary labor in art that entangles us in relations of debt, and it needs to updated to reflect the interests and needs of the artist.
6.18.2010
"Bloodlines" (video that wants to be a painting, and vice versa)
Bloodlines
drafted scene from non-act 1: zen of mechanism
The following themes are begging examination of me right now, and thus they are feeding my next video + performance...
- ancestral projections
- cultural extinction a.k.a the problem of assimilation
- evolutionary psychology
- transpersonal psychology
I'm merging them into a live installation narrative, including but not limited to: acts of body, acts of mind, and acts of craft.
There are 4 non-acts in Bloodlines (installation + performance):
non-act 1: zen of mechanism
(crayolas)
non-act 2: Operation 'DNA' - release ancestral; retain astral
(a spill)
non-act 3: get in good with an indigo
(a clean up)
non-act 4: ((((o))))
(pastels)
Now, it is very real to me that some of my work as of late has taken such measures as trying to jump out of illusory 3D space and into the realm of painting, whatever 'painting' is or ever was. And the paintings/illustrations... they're trying to get into the moving frames. I've been determined to let this evolve naturally in the work, but I have also literally tethered myself to a time-frame of a 40 - 50 minute performance, compiled in 4 acts, ( yet non-acts).
I chose the model of theater to contain the emotive content of this work.
When video and physical drawing mingle (my exploration), I suppose I will answer some questions about what on earth they want from each other (my analysis). Those are the points of departure for a rather intense gesture I'm conjuring up. (BYOT... Bring your own tissues.)
Drawing paper, meet video. Video, meet drawing paper. My body is pleased to introduce the two of you, finally.
6.05.2010
Dhamma time! (thoughts on grants, graduating, and suffering)
A friend texted me... "How was your day?"
My immediate reply... "Not spacey whatsoever. Sobering, it was. And yours?"
After some silence I thought about the question further, and re-submitted an answer... "Salty. Like my name. Pools of emoting fishes, some swimming easy and some swimming upstream. I have always been the latter. There's an art to struggling, and I think I would like to master in that."
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So I was going to expel something trance-like, lyrical almost, about the nature of suffering and somewhere between getting my laptop out and sitting down to dazzle the keyboard, I must have remembered why I never write about suffering anymore, not post 21 anyway, and not in a poetic way. It's just so overdone. So instead I'm rambling.
My whole first half of the decade was an existence spent stiffly practicing Vipassana while helping people die in their homes (hospice work) and taking care of those whom had begun losing their minds and bodily functions. Suffering was my psychology. Theory and practice were completely indistinct. Vipassana gave me great insight and almost an indifference towards pain and pleasure. Thank you, Satipatthana Sutta. It was a serene five years with you, begun at the turn of the century. My perfect encyclopedic lover - a text, universes long - on the condition of suffering... manifesting as experiential knowledge through meditation... much different than the void of intellectual concept.
My primary relationship was between myself and Dhamma. (Woe was any lover that tried to change that.) That Theravadic romance left me with one very tough lesson about the way in which my psyche works. That my existence is now and has always been a constant appraisal. An appraisal of the self.
In this moment... Am I seeking suffering? Am I relieved of suffering? Am I currently suffering? Am I anticipating suffering? Am I evading suffering? Am I postponing suffering?
Am I running from pain or running towards pleasure? (The teaching, and my experience, begs me to be neither.) I need to be in the now. Such a cliche to say it... it's so over-exposed in the synthetic light of new age rhetoric. Still, I am returning to that existence... after a painful yet eye-opening ass-fucking from an institution of higher education in a generalized 4-year undergrad endeavor. I have just put myself and my artistic insight, talent and specialty all up for grabs while enrolled in years of state-funded college. Mostly I have been greatly rewarded for my efforts. But I did what they said. I prepared for the future. I looked back at my past to help accomplish many academic projects, drawing from experience. But never did I let myself live in the moment... for if I had, I would have never gotten through my degree. Now here I am (and several changes in major later), a semester away from getting it with nothing left but a thesis class and a portfolio class.
Time to return to that special robot blend of human that I once loved masquerading as! The buddha in me is stirring again. Rise and shine to the salty ocean, constantly changing.
In this moment, I am evading suffering. I am forsaking all committed love and romance, for my Big Love. What's my Big Love, at the moment? It's simple. It's the idea of delving into two years of advanced study in the very things that move me... and in the form of visual art and narration. I'd like to focus on this thing of suffering. I'd like to tackle it. It's been my specialty all my life.
I can not escape it and I have many stories to tell of it. And so, thinking about a master's program that is right for me and what I have to offer, I have had a couple of eurekas...
First, that I must honor my struggles by acknowledging their influence. Minorities and others less fortunate, that show promise for community, would be wise to approach endowment and grant proposals with an honest history of the self and it's advances in the world, physically, intellectually, socially, spiritually, professionally. My approach to letter & essay writing for the following are highly influenced by trials of pain and trials of pleasure...
a) private/corporate or government funding for academics
b) applications for academia-related entrances and opportunities
c) everything other endeavor that demands of you the detailed proof of your worthy existence, in exchange for privilege
I'm applying for the big leagues now. I'm no newbie to writing essays asking for other people's money. It's what got me funded through my undergrad. And it's funny how Vipassana was the reason that I got a full ride... that's a story for another day. Or maybe an essay. But really, as I sit here sifting through bits of scrap paper, emails, links, brochures, conference materials, napkins, notebooks and websites - looking to painfully narrow down the list of desired grad programs - it hits me. I thrive in strife. In 2005 I was majoring in Psychology with a minor in Creative Writing. I was prepped to professionalize in a realm where existential human concerns were the absolute zenith of my future work.
I never admitted to wanting to create any art other than for myself. My creative expression was the most important part of what I called my 'art'. The process was really all I cared for. That cathartic chunk of time in the studio (or often the tent and sometimes the meditation centers) was a medicine with no substitute. The end result was only an empty index of those moments that culminated in a 'final' product. I never aimed to create a stable, unchanging object. I never had commerce in mind, and certainly not collectibility. I had my own needs in mind. My need to create. It was and is selfish. And it will never change. If I keep creating, I keep existing. I create, therefore I exist. And being a creature of strife, what I create inevitably, always, ends up addressing concepts in the pool of conscious and unconscious thoughts regarding human, psychological suffering. We are hard-wired to perceive pain and pleasure and move around in the world based off of those basic functions. I am now discovering a way to bring attention to it and thoughtfulness to it through my work and my art, without necessarily making it "sad" for people. Meaningful and relevant, that is what I need for my work to ever be, in it's 'end state.' In my selfishness as an artist I must know that someone, anyone, will get it. And will be altered by it.
In this moment, I am diminishing my own suffering.
(And just for fun... here's the first painting I ever did. I was 16 and it was winter, 1996. This was the first time I experienced the therapeutic application of art. A far cry from setting cars on fire in collaboration with others.)
My immediate reply... "Not spacey whatsoever. Sobering, it was. And yours?"
After some silence I thought about the question further, and re-submitted an answer... "Salty. Like my name. Pools of emoting fishes, some swimming easy and some swimming upstream. I have always been the latter. There's an art to struggling, and I think I would like to master in that."
************
So I was going to expel something trance-like, lyrical almost, about the nature of suffering and somewhere between getting my laptop out and sitting down to dazzle the keyboard, I must have remembered why I never write about suffering anymore, not post 21 anyway, and not in a poetic way. It's just so overdone. So instead I'm rambling.
My whole first half of the decade was an existence spent stiffly practicing Vipassana while helping people die in their homes (hospice work) and taking care of those whom had begun losing their minds and bodily functions. Suffering was my psychology. Theory and practice were completely indistinct. Vipassana gave me great insight and almost an indifference towards pain and pleasure. Thank you, Satipatthana Sutta. It was a serene five years with you, begun at the turn of the century. My perfect encyclopedic lover - a text, universes long - on the condition of suffering... manifesting as experiential knowledge through meditation... much different than the void of intellectual concept.
My primary relationship was between myself and Dhamma. (Woe was any lover that tried to change that.) That Theravadic romance left me with one very tough lesson about the way in which my psyche works. That my existence is now and has always been a constant appraisal. An appraisal of the self.
In this moment... Am I seeking suffering? Am I relieved of suffering? Am I currently suffering? Am I anticipating suffering? Am I evading suffering? Am I postponing suffering?
Am I running from pain or running towards pleasure? (The teaching, and my experience, begs me to be neither.) I need to be in the now. Such a cliche to say it... it's so over-exposed in the synthetic light of new age rhetoric. Still, I am returning to that existence... after a painful yet eye-opening ass-fucking from an institution of higher education in a generalized 4-year undergrad endeavor. I have just put myself and my artistic insight, talent and specialty all up for grabs while enrolled in years of state-funded college. Mostly I have been greatly rewarded for my efforts. But I did what they said. I prepared for the future. I looked back at my past to help accomplish many academic projects, drawing from experience. But never did I let myself live in the moment... for if I had, I would have never gotten through my degree. Now here I am (and several changes in major later), a semester away from getting it with nothing left but a thesis class and a portfolio class.
Time to return to that special robot blend of human that I once loved masquerading as! The buddha in me is stirring again. Rise and shine to the salty ocean, constantly changing.
In this moment, I am evading suffering. I am forsaking all committed love and romance, for my Big Love. What's my Big Love, at the moment? It's simple. It's the idea of delving into two years of advanced study in the very things that move me... and in the form of visual art and narration. I'd like to focus on this thing of suffering. I'd like to tackle it. It's been my specialty all my life.
I can not escape it and I have many stories to tell of it. And so, thinking about a master's program that is right for me and what I have to offer, I have had a couple of eurekas...
First, that I must honor my struggles by acknowledging their influence. Minorities and others less fortunate, that show promise for community, would be wise to approach endowment and grant proposals with an honest history of the self and it's advances in the world, physically, intellectually, socially, spiritually, professionally. My approach to letter & essay writing for the following are highly influenced by trials of pain and trials of pleasure...
a) private/corporate or government funding for academics
b) applications for academia-related entrances and opportunities
c) everything other endeavor that demands of you the detailed proof of your worthy existence, in exchange for privilege
I'm applying for the big leagues now. I'm no newbie to writing essays asking for other people's money. It's what got me funded through my undergrad. And it's funny how Vipassana was the reason that I got a full ride... that's a story for another day. Or maybe an essay. But really, as I sit here sifting through bits of scrap paper, emails, links, brochures, conference materials, napkins, notebooks and websites - looking to painfully narrow down the list of desired grad programs - it hits me. I thrive in strife. In 2005 I was majoring in Psychology with a minor in Creative Writing. I was prepped to professionalize in a realm where existential human concerns were the absolute zenith of my future work.
I never admitted to wanting to create any art other than for myself. My creative expression was the most important part of what I called my 'art'. The process was really all I cared for. That cathartic chunk of time in the studio (or often the tent and sometimes the meditation centers) was a medicine with no substitute. The end result was only an empty index of those moments that culminated in a 'final' product. I never aimed to create a stable, unchanging object. I never had commerce in mind, and certainly not collectibility. I had my own needs in mind. My need to create. It was and is selfish. And it will never change. If I keep creating, I keep existing. I create, therefore I exist. And being a creature of strife, what I create inevitably, always, ends up addressing concepts in the pool of conscious and unconscious thoughts regarding human, psychological suffering. We are hard-wired to perceive pain and pleasure and move around in the world based off of those basic functions. I am now discovering a way to bring attention to it and thoughtfulness to it through my work and my art, without necessarily making it "sad" for people. Meaningful and relevant, that is what I need for my work to ever be, in it's 'end state.' In my selfishness as an artist I must know that someone, anyone, will get it. And will be altered by it.
In this moment, I am diminishing my own suffering.
(And just for fun... here's the first painting I ever did. I was 16 and it was winter, 1996. This was the first time I experienced the therapeutic application of art. A far cry from setting cars on fire in collaboration with others.)
5.28.2010
~~~ Miami heat ~~~
So I've been sifting through all this great footage of the funeral for Meg last weekend (my 1996 Kia Sephia that quit on me in March), and I realized a few days ago when a proposal for an art performance in Miami was requested and due within days, that the footage was perfect for the anticipated collaboration with artist Joey Meyer.
The anti-spectacle of Meg's funeral took place on a windy, hot day on the plains of eastern Colorado. Dirt flew into my Sony Handycam on several occasions, rendering it useless. However the footage I ended up getting was not of the initial shootings (note the hundreds, perhaps thousands of ammunition trace marks on the frame of the vehicle), nor the world war two army canon that was aimed at it in the end ($125 for one piece of ammunition that looked like a bullet about the size of an infant). I much rather preferred the Flame. I was unhappy with the sensation of shooting the 223 or whatever it's called, or the shotgun even. What I was really after was the feeling of destruction, Kali style.
"Dammit boys! It's not fucked up enough. Why don't you try aiming for the gas tank? I need a climax. Blow some shit up already."
So they did. I believe it was Matt that took the the glory of the credit for doing Meg justice. Oh, how she burned!! Enter cathartic change... and the end of part one to my thesis research. Psychospiritual transformation target hit. Proceed with next target. Over.
Some sweet video stills... footage looks funky from the batch capture screen in Final Cut Pro. Actual footage is pretty sexy. Perfect for this performance we're trying to land in Miami. Back to Eden, Miami heat style...
The anti-spectacle of Meg's funeral took place on a windy, hot day on the plains of eastern Colorado. Dirt flew into my Sony Handycam on several occasions, rendering it useless. However the footage I ended up getting was not of the initial shootings (note the hundreds, perhaps thousands of ammunition trace marks on the frame of the vehicle), nor the world war two army canon that was aimed at it in the end ($125 for one piece of ammunition that looked like a bullet about the size of an infant). I much rather preferred the Flame. I was unhappy with the sensation of shooting the 223 or whatever it's called, or the shotgun even. What I was really after was the feeling of destruction, Kali style.
"Dammit boys! It's not fucked up enough. Why don't you try aiming for the gas tank? I need a climax. Blow some shit up already."
So they did. I believe it was Matt that took the the glory of the credit for doing Meg justice. Oh, how she burned!! Enter cathartic change... and the end of part one to my thesis research. Psychospiritual transformation target hit. Proceed with next target. Over.
Some sweet video stills... footage looks funky from the batch capture screen in Final Cut Pro. Actual footage is pretty sexy. Perfect for this performance we're trying to land in Miami. Back to Eden, Miami heat style...
5.27.2010
video composite of transient psychological states & circumstances
Finished the first and most important part of my thesis (Global Proposal for a New Emoticon) which is the 400-video stockpile of daily banalities captured via web cam. (Okay it's at 399, but I am kind of having anxiety about the last video, so give me a minute). Next step is to merge them into one massive video mosaic. FUN! (Or headache?)
Been reviewing the footage every month or so since the project began last November. A symbol is slowly emerging out of my psychological database. Tracking change is a tricky task. Each day means nothing, but woven together over time, they merge and reveal an altered psychological profile. It's as if the psyche sees everything before we do, acts on everything before we do, knows everything that's about to happen before we do. Seeing the 'seeing' becomes revelation-like. Thus ensues the collapse of previously outdated versions of self-helpedness and the emergence of a new mastery (the classic psychological breakdown).
The videos are part of a multi-sensory experience constructed from video documentation of growth and development within my own psyche from the last 7 months. The resolve and realization manifested from a barter system - alive, well and running smoothly within the collective unconscious, thanks to satellites and networks - is represented in my thesis as a global proposal.
I wish I could get YouTube to give me some better options on the About Me / Profile section on underscoreblank. You know, like have it at the top of the page rather than the bottom. I would switch to Vimeo, but my web presence - specifically at the address youtube.com - is an intentional one.
On another note...
...I picked up my Jung books recently and am seriously downloading conceptual frameworks for all this omni-amory that is going on in the collective unconscious that I need a place for in my mind. (Thank you Rose for "omni amorous"... I couldn't have said it better myself.) Better than even the thickest of his original writings and concepts, is Jung's Memories, Dreams, Reflections, 1961. He was much older, and his essence was captured in the pages, not his theoretical by-product. Here, Jung was talking about the end of his mandala period.
Been reviewing the footage every month or so since the project began last November. A symbol is slowly emerging out of my psychological database. Tracking change is a tricky task. Each day means nothing, but woven together over time, they merge and reveal an altered psychological profile. It's as if the psyche sees everything before we do, acts on everything before we do, knows everything that's about to happen before we do. Seeing the 'seeing' becomes revelation-like. Thus ensues the collapse of previously outdated versions of self-helpedness and the emergence of a new mastery (the classic psychological breakdown).
The videos are part of a multi-sensory experience constructed from video documentation of growth and development within my own psyche from the last 7 months. The resolve and realization manifested from a barter system - alive, well and running smoothly within the collective unconscious, thanks to satellites and networks - is represented in my thesis as a global proposal.
I wish I could get YouTube to give me some better options on the About Me / Profile section on underscoreblank. You know, like have it at the top of the page rather than the bottom. I would switch to Vimeo, but my web presence - specifically at the address youtube.com - is an intentional one.
On another note...
...I picked up my Jung books recently and am seriously downloading conceptual frameworks for all this omni-amory that is going on in the collective unconscious that I need a place for in my mind. (Thank you Rose for "omni amorous"... I couldn't have said it better myself.) Better than even the thickest of his original writings and concepts, is Jung's Memories, Dreams, Reflections, 1961. He was much older, and his essence was captured in the pages, not his theoretical by-product. Here, Jung was talking about the end of his mandala period.
"The years when I was pursuing my inner images were the most important in my life-- in them everything essential was decided. It all began then; the later details are only supplements and clarifications of the material that burst forth from the unconscious, and at first swamped me. It was the prima materia for a lifetime's work."
5.26.2010
"this thing we did" net presence, net art
A group of artists gathered 'round an internet table and discussed practically nothing... fulfilled as it was, in that moment... eagerly consuming, and gracious to be spoon-fed a delicious philosophical and practical diet from the hands of an energetic professor. The last time I was that entertained while simultaneously challenged was when Prof. C.C. taught Understanding Visual Language. Oftentimes the best are the most provocative.
Still, being busy with heavy class loads and a variety of end-of-semester burdens, we all pulled off this little stunt. Created a collective web presence for each members' solo digital art exhibitions. The kind of exhibitions that never happened. But now they have. Get it?
Still, being busy with heavy class loads and a variety of end-of-semester burdens, we all pulled off this little stunt. Created a collective web presence for each members' solo digital art exhibitions. The kind of exhibitions that never happened. But now they have. Get it?
"...the video projections exacted onto select walls and spaces within the Denver Art Museum's Frederic C. Hamilton Building. The projections were plotted and integrated into the geometric architecture, constantly streaming and sourced from a real time feed of the artist's web cam. The anti-performance took place via two IR motion sensors that tracked the artist's movements from room to room in her Denver apartment. The sensors were networked into 5 laptops, one for each major traffic area, and triggered a public access internet channel to switch it's broadcast from one area to the next, thus tracking the artist during the museum's hours of operation throughout the duration of the exhibition."
"...from some random gallery. I was compelled by the natural light's effect within the interior. Nevermind the seating that was never pointed in the right direction. Coincidentally I just finished video recording one dozen instances of relieving myself of pee (potty time) over several weeks and I had footage I wanted to utilize while it was fresh. After doing the math of the 12 videos, I discovered that it takes me an average of 1:23 to go from pants down to pants up (including full flush). The numbers of 1:23 add up to 6, which is the number of videos I chose for compiling into multichannel video projection. In the end, I noticed the fountain in the courtyard. Like I really noticed it. And I called it the Fountain of Piss."
4.06.2010
Censorship of an Artist at Metro State
What can be done to change this?
I hear there are talks about the artist having his own area, sectioned off by walls, with a disclaimer about adult content. That seems fine, but the artist is still being told how his nude models can and can't be posed. This makes no sense. Censorship. That's all it is. And it is such an academic no-no to censor someone's ideas for their very own senior thesis.
Students should be flying right behind the soaring wings of their superiors, not being held back in time and in philosophical progress by them. We should be led into a path of an evolving art dialog and not be shoved ten steps back into art history.
What is the real issue here? Naked people in the arts is nothing new. Why is this a problem in an art department?
12.11.2009
From video journals to painting the icons of a new religion...
An ongoing video art project that should take me well into half of the year 2010, "Global Proposal for a New Emoticon" (working title) will address issues of human adaptability in an increasingly techno-based socio-cultural experience that marks the 21st century as a cybernetic one. Out of the cold emptiness that is satellite, networked connectivity... comes the emergence of new symbols and icons that are rapidly being downloaded into the collective psyche. From a realm where nothing is real, symbols are born into the real, and then recycle themselves again and again back into the unreal, until eventually all symbols are an untraceable mix of culture, technology, science, politics, religion and human emotion... the latter of which is the area of interest that I base this video project upon.
Out of context and out of place, many of the daily uploads on the project's YouTube channel - underscoreblank - are intensely personal, while others are over-generalized, banal daily experiences. A further description of the project can be read about in the "About Me" section on the channel's homepage. The culmination of about 400 video uploads will result in one final video painting... a didactic icon that moves with the times. I am very concerned about transparency in art production and exhibiting, and this informs my rationale behind my commitment to keeping my process public and available to everyone (everyone with an internet connection, hardware and software... that is). Process is the bulk of the message - both psychological and technical - and the final product, an index that points to it.
10.27.2009
_c0da: Colorado Digital Art
So, my latest NERDA endeavor is the _c0da show opening up this week at Object + Thought. Thanks to Ryan Pattie for fantastic flyer design. We were scheduled to open to the public on Wednesday morning, but with the snow and a few more tasks with projectors, the show may open mid-day, although visitors will not be turned away... just a matter of tidying some video up.
We've been planning this event for months and we're finally glad it's on it's way to being seen. I can't believe how much work is involved in producing and designing a show... even when you have jurors to choose the work for you. It's still conceptually a lot of work, and I have learned SO much from this process. I finally have been able to use my gallery skills outside of work and school, and I hope we have a packed reception.
The _c0da show is representing artists from MSCD, CU Boulder, UCCS, UCD and RMCAD. I really hope to put together more shows like this again, creating place for art students to have a discussion in the way that they know best. I think it makes much more sense to get your work off campus and see it up, and only then can you really talk about it and get feedback. The classroom is terribly limiting when it comes to critique, in my opinionated opinion.
At least in the gallery the discussion can be done over beers. The mind needs proper lubrication for contemplation. The MCA was giving members each a free drink with the B+ Lectures and I think that's some damn good planning.
I also have a video work in the show as well, a remix of an older work I did in 2008. In a way, the video makes more sense as a remix.
Friday we'll be handing out hilarious awards, too, and celebrating all things NERDA.
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