To celebrate I drank Mojitos with Alison and then listened to as many arpeggios in a row as i could stand. As a dedication to Alison's bday and as a review of the month which closes in one half hour, I review my astrologyzone.com Scorpio forecast and see what sweet little lies Susan Miller cooked up for last month and if she hit any nails on the head. Alison really likes talking about astrology and one time we made a functional model out of cherry tomatoes and pennies and squashes on the kitchen table of the universe. One day (in a few more birthdays) she might become the next susan miller.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Happy Birthday dj donut and Phil Glass!
this school
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Lying about natural phenomena
That's what I'll do.
So the story goes for my new piece of art that will be on display February 10 here.
Two parts make the piece. The first part is a photo collage I have made of parts of puddles I photographed mostly in Bushwick and Bed-Stuy during this past summer's heatwave-- when all the hydrants opened up for a pool party in the streets.
The collage looks like a sparkly puddle or pond and is printed about 24x36" on paper. It will sit on the floor surrounded by stones I find in Brooklyn, which will gesturally contain the water.
Second part of the piece is a lil billboard with an image of what looks like a starry night sky that can sit next to the gigantore windows. The image is actually the homemade pond but super saturated and extra contrasty so it looks like nighttime sky in a place where you can see galaxies and stuff.
The project is a bunch of lies about our experience of nature here in NYC (the climate/culture of turbo environmental awareness/total inactivity). The clean and clear puddle water in the streets was caused by sweaty children. The 2d pond is preserving the idea of water as an image and an idea. The symbolic preservation of water as a resource is just a worthless ceremony.
The faux night sky billboard mocks the NYC one with invisible stars. But this more ideal sky is water.
So, the title of the show is "It isn't funny anymore." There is no confusion about sincerity in my work, it is amusingly present even when it's not funny anymore. I think the piece worries about hyper preservation of ideas with ignorance when it comes to the actual thing.
Everything in our NY experience is constructed. So now I am lying about natural phenomena too. Or just constructing my own versions. But I suppose that these homemade celestial bodies are not so much fake as they are my own.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
A dog! A bookmobile! Hank-n-books! The bookmobile is totally putting the Library of the Streets out of business. They have a staff of three people who fill the streets with joy and books. But they don't limit themselves to the joy of people, they are open to k9's as well.
I have become rather excited by the lagoon blue that has been added to the entrance of every public school in NYC. Notice the paint job on the landscaped front yard: the lovely concrete pool blue bushes compliments the new digital sign in front of the school that has recently replaced the screaming security guards.
The new subway technology that puts us on par with the likes of San Francisco (bart) and European train technology is being tried out on the L platform at Broadway Junction. Very exciting.
I just ran into this photo, the first addition I built onto a museum as a study for the Infinite Museum. This is a little 3d photo collage of a add-on shack on Lee St. in Jewish Williamsburg. In this photo I first tested out the expansion of the HVCCA.
I have become rather excited by the lagoon blue that has been added to the entrance of every public school in NYC. Notice the paint job on the landscaped front yard: the lovely concrete pool blue bushes compliments the new digital sign in front of the school that has recently replaced the screaming security guards.
The new subway technology that puts us on par with the likes of San Francisco (bart) and European train technology is being tried out on the L platform at Broadway Junction. Very exciting.
I just ran into this photo, the first addition I built onto a museum as a study for the Infinite Museum. This is a little 3d photo collage of a add-on shack on Lee St. in Jewish Williamsburg. In this photo I first tested out the expansion of the HVCCA.
cheap wine
The story of living in NYC: trying to remember that everything that you can't see is always happening and contracting amnesia on scheduled days so you can rest. Eagerly attending to the radio, the news, the family, the culture, and everyone else's culture probably isn't healthy and doesn't allow for sleep but here we are masters of everything. I think we are addicted to knowledge. I have been addicted to exercise, to food, to people, to a ritual, to coffee, but in New York I am on a compulsive search to discover information that will excite me. I join and follow many colleagues in the search. Scouring the publications, wandering the streets, documenting everything: trying to know something first or more than thy neighbor. Trying to find something to be critical of. Being critical of everything, especially when it seems acceptable to others. I think the desire for a unique body of knowledge is not that different from the desire for organized religion. It is not acceptable to be holy, but it is status quo to maintain a scrupulous journalistic questioning of everything. Don't have an opinion unless you can support it and keep the churches in the strip malls and the museums expanding in every direction. Our American education is very passive and there seems to be a movement towards creating a infallible structure of intellect that we can believe in with more than our tender loins. Is it my generation or is this a permanent NY framework? Nothing is ever cutting edge enough. The artists are always ruining everything for the crazy people when they appropriate the turbo-nerds' lifelong work. No idea is original and no one gets to own anything that is worth owning. Cory Arcangel is boring and he stole my college boyfriend's projects. Relationships seem important from an anthropological standpoint but are very repetitive and cliche in practice. Very few chances are taken in proportion to the chances there are to take chances. There are websites to act as catalysts for couch surfing. Experiences remind us of good websites, websites lead us to human interaction; Nerve.com sounds like a hybrid of the flinstones and the jetsons: Neanderthals01011100. Embarrassment is not easy to come by when everything is so understood, and accidents are prevented instead of responded to when preempted.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Anarchists vs. Hippies
In Berkley, California, a fine line divides the anachist frozen soy stick vegans from the organic goat cheese eating vegetarians: rats. I witnessed an instant of battle. The anarchists killed a house rat in a trap in the house and the vegetarians winced. The anarchists called the vegetarians wimpy and pathetic and the vegetarians put their heads in pool of soppy soy milk granola. I have to say that I sided with the vegetarians despite my fondness for zines and intolerance. I hate to see a dead rat and now the kitchen is filled with infinite little ghost rat cries.
California is like a caricature of itself when in Berkley. Drugs and tea and new age and sun. Good food, ugly buildings. Tanned homeless people and vast hills. Dumpster diving and car pooling. These are the things my california dreams are made of. And this is why I missed my plane when I tried to come home.
Sara Blaylock's curatorial endeavor at Blank Space Gallery seemed to go well. This is her friend Jamie who lovingly spray painted every beer can with pink or brown. One old college acquaintance saw the card for the show with my name on it in San Francisco and came to say hi. That was very exciting. I like to pretend she is my fan base. Her and my mom.
The show was very professionally presented. It was weird to be reunited with my work after such a long time, especially because it hadn't seemed much like art to me before, more like mail. But it was a good experience to have made a piece and to let it go out into the world with out getting my grimey hands all over it. Here is a picture of the piece:
These guys spent about 2 hours talking with me about NY, cable cars, and a movie called 'Remo Williams' which they went and got for me during a lapse in our conversation.
Anyway, my project was born out of running into a Swiss girl in Iceland. We kept in touch and decided to do a project where I designed a construction site and she made the appropriate building that would come out of it. So I made scaffolding for a floating skyscraper and she made a homeless building that fit inside. Then Sara made an Oakland version where there were homeless boxes for roaming mini people.
The highlight of the trip was either heading to Marin County and tromping around in the Headlands or missing my plane due to sitting in Paul's yard with way too much coffee and nice california sun complaining about the anarchists and 'pop'apocalypse (paul's version includes a reversal of the poles and massive volcanic eruptions in 2012).
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