the body vs. the body

I accidentally had an interesting experiance this morning. I woke up, made my tea, like the ritualistic animal that I am, and headed online for the usual art research. If you ever wake up in the morning and wonder what the hell I am doing, it is staring at pictures while listening to pandora and drinking sweet tea in a christmas mug, wearing non-matching house garb and socks only if it is particuarly cold.
So I returned to a site that I like to look at occasionally, because I find it somehow relaxing and thought provoking, but mostly sexy. I suggest you spend the next fifteen to twenty looking at it and then, just like I did, look at the work of Boris Mikhailov . I suppose the title makes more sense now...at least I hope. I am not posting any photographs this time. You don't get a 'heads up'.

Cheers.

I found something today that I had written...

...probably a little over a year ago, along stacks of 'artist statements' and 'paragraphs of intent'...
It's really funny how it all comes full circle after all.


As usual, it has been a while. As usual, there is no time but countdown. How do we change what we look at to understand the dimensions? He is leaving in 3 weeks. turns to 1month. 2months. 6months. Everything will be over before you live it through to completion. The time for your performance is now. Perform now. Give me a reason to applaud you, kid.
When you are on your way out you realize it was warmer on the inside. When you are on your way out you realize you forgot your keys and your lover. Get in the car, it's over.

J u l i a_O s c h a t z

Could her videos BE any better? I mean, seriously. I especially like Feld Wald und Wie. I'm going to find a way to project that onto my ceiling in the morning instead of my alarm.

r a ke t a - k o p e r n i k

So this is the official replacement for my favorite fhakin object, which I lost on the trip to the porkies. Actually, in the picture below I'm still wearing it. Damn. Still makes me really sad. I just want to get this one (it's coming from Saint Petersburg) and open up the back and stare at the movement for at least half an hour. I'm excited.

on any given moment

I wish I was doing something like this again. It's a lot like confession or the first beer of the evening after a long miserable day.

ernesto caivano

I like this guy. I really do. I really like his placement, his patterning, his clean, organic (while simultanelously explosive and nonsensical) forms. It's a lot like what I feel I was trying to get at in my most recent installation.
More of Ernesto Caivano's work can be found on the Richard Heller Gallery.

and a detail...

The Urban Prisoner- M a t t W e b e r

I've been looking at so much crap recently that my head feels like I just poured some creme into a cup of coffee...which I suppose is all fine except that every black and white urban photograph begins to look like every other and the names turn into alphabet soup. So I guess I am just a tense clusterfuck right now, which made finidng Matt Weber kind of nice. The bastard actually made me laugh a little. He has published a book titled The Urban Prisoner. Here are two highlights from the book preview. I suppose if you are interested in seeing more of his work, you can look the bastard up yourself.

Z e f r e y T h r o w e l l

So I found this guy through a video posted on fecalface (The Maidenhead Voyage Into Dark Waters, or First Fuck-Worst Luck). I started digging around his site and I thought his work was okay but what I thought was particularly cool was his artist statement.
He wrote:
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I am a self-taught artist who learned from looking over the shoulders of friends. I am attempting to be as honest as I can possibly be. This is what I think about when people ask me, What is it all about?
I do not think that my paintings or projects depict anything half as twisted, beautiful, macabre, or hilarious as what the average person walking down the street thinks about on an hourly basis. We are murderous folk in our minds! We are loving people in our minds! We are completely embarrassed and ashamed and we are also proud and generous! We have these thoughts! Is it not better to get them on paper and start talking about them and foster a human connection concerning the dark secrets that we tend to carry? "
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He isn't saying anything new or revolutionary but I like the explosion of energy.
Website:Nothing Says I Love You Like I'm Leaving .

-i.

b a c k t o h o u g h t o n

fake flowers are a staple of an y high class joint along US2
(golden tablecloths, another)
There is one thing better than eating alone on the road:

...being able to cross one eye.