Sunday, October 30, 2005
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Also on the 5 CD changer this week:
Tom Vek We have Sound
Soft Hearted Scientists Uncanny Tales From The Everyday Undergrowth
We Are Scientists With Love and Squalor
DJ Kicks Tiga
The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Sample lectures available for purchase:
- On Cultivating an Image No One Understands But You
- On Being the Kind of Person That Not Even a Mother Could Love
- On a New Art School Taxonomy
- On Ensuring Unsuccessful Transition
- How to be Astonishing
- On Extracting More From People Than They Think They Are Willing to Give
- On Denying Death
- On Cultivating Misery in the Name of Art No One Wants to See
- A Lexicon, or: As I Understand It
- How to Feel About Disasters
- Turning Bad Habits into Charming Quirks
- A Guide to Sex, Dating and Love
- Becoming Stabbed by Grace
- Making Friends and Ingratiating Yourself
- A Guide to Staying in Bed
- On Alienating Everyone Who Might Care About You
- On last minute Decisions, Good or Bad?
- A Guide to Irregular Language and its Usages
- On Occupying a Moral High Ground No Matter What the Subject
- On Near Death Experiences and How They Can Make You Special
- On Faking Class
- On Financial Optimism Against All Odds
- On Professional Jealousy
- On Maintaining Imaginary Friends
- On Missing Opportunity and Not Learning Lessons
Three five minute lectures have been sold to date, none have been performed yet.
Lectures for Sale By Goody-B. Wiseman
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
"I made the mistake of hitting the button that sez something like "NEXT BLOG" on your homepage and this site appeared which is freaking me out:The visuals make no sense and I think I'm going crazy. The whole blog reads and looks like what my body feels like when I'm deep in one of those weird fever dreams where your body feels like a filing cabinet or a soda machine with lots of monologues.Weird."
I'm with you Mrrrwrm, with blog entries like "How To Get Started With A Career In Copywriting. Zen and the Art of New Age Piano"... I instantly fell under Thetis's spell, like I died in infancy and went to an inexplicable heaven .
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Wynne Greenwood and K8 Hardy
12:00 Noon @
371 Grand Street
New Report is a deeply penetrating exploration into a mysterious girl named Chelsea and why she may have thrown out some perfectly good paintings...
Friday, October 21, 2005
a) spend day staring out window
b) cheese and crackers and TV
c) "attempt" to "work" in "studio"
PS. Sea Monkey, your comments in my previous post make me glow like a worm.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Make your own potato Chia Pet: Maybe ok.
Be Your Own Pet: Rocks!
The video to the new single Damn Damn Leash is reminding me of The Monkeys tee-vee show, achieving the same level of kookiness but the music rules, nothing against the Monkeys...
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
..." in considering her work, it's useful to try to recreate the context in which it first appeared. It's hard now NOT to see the zillion reproductions we've all seen of it - so many of those predictable red poppies, yawn - but when they first appeared, in the context of the muted, austere cubists, or the esotericism of the Dadas and the Surrealists, oh, among all that intensely intellectual commentary - those powerful, small, glowing paintings were like nothing else on earth!
No-one had ever done anything like them!They drove the men nuts!Women fell in love with them!They were a complete sensation.It's hard to imagine that now, just as it's hard to imagine Renoir's blurry but decorous teaparties as revolutionary, or Monet's dissolving waterlilies as rebellious. We may like them or loathe them now, but either way they're so familiar that it's hard to get excited by them. But at the time they were shocking, as were those strange, unearthly images of O'Keeffe's.Also, O'Keeffe owns those images - magnified flowers, skulls, shells, bones. No-one can paint those things again without referring to her work - it's as though she used them so powerfully and indelibly that she's come to inhabit them permanently. That's pretty remarkable, I think. Picasso doesn't own nudes, or bulls, or interior still lifes. But O'Keeffe's images are still hers."
-I never thought I'd care but I have a renewed interest in this work, thanks R!
Saturday, October 15, 2005
"If I proposed that we divide modern art into two camps, and that they were Irony and Passion, I'd put Picabia, Duchamp, Dada, the Surrealists, Op and Pop and the New York School and practically all the big groups into the Irony side.
On the Passion side I'd put the German Expressioinists, Picasso (Guernica et al), Francis Bacon, Pollock, DeKooning and the Abstract Expressionists, O'Keeffe - and can you think of any others?Also, do you think this is a theory that has any merit?"
My Short List:
Marlene Dumas, Janine Antoine, Tal R, Kippenburger, Neo Rausch, Raymond pettibon, Richard Prince
Jeff koons, Bruce Nauman, Maurizio Cattelan, Damian Hirst, Jayson Rhodes
Passion Camp: Lucian freud, Kiki Smith
Friday, October 14, 2005
Has anyone heard a band called Soft Hearted Scientists? They rule my school. The Cd to find is called Uncanny Tales From The Everyday Undergrowth If you like Field Music this is similar, but me likes MORE. The new Franz Ferdinand CD is pure pop genius. How many times did I listen to it in a row today, 6-7-8 times? The first release was chock full of hits but this one has flow, every single song is great. I'm not wrapping my head around the new Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah or Electralane But will listen again in the studio today. Thats all. Thanks for the heads up on the Soulwax vid Mr. Boadwee.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
(Bareikis) "as an art-school student in Vilnius, he'd been drafted into the Soviet Army. After two months, a Soviet general paid his unit a visit. There was a uniform inspection, and Bareikis was found to be wearing an undershirt on which he'd painted the Lithuanian flag. He was sent to the brig solitary confinement in a pitch-black cistern buried in the ground and then to a mental hospital, where doctors could not find evidence that his affection for his native republic had anything to do with madness. He was shipped off to Afghanistan, to fight the mujahideen. At first, he didn't see combat, but he did see, while loading trains bound for Russia, some of its results: caskets, quadriplegics, amputees. He came across a mangled helicopter covered in soldiers blood. Later, his convoy was ambushed, and he spent three days and nights behind a rock, pinned down by enemy fire. He told himself, "I've got to go back to art school". ...Bareikis and a few other Baltic draftees began scrounging for pencils and grinding the graphite into powder, which they inhaled through their noses in an effort to poison themselves. They also tried rolling fingernail parings into their cigarettes and depriving themselves of sleep. After a couple of weeks of this, Bareikis, delirious and suffering from high blood pressure, was ordered to see the unit’s medical officer..."Then it goes on to describle Adias as living under a tree in Central Park and finally snorting vodka with Leo one fateful night and convincing him to open a gallery. Our R&D department is working on an Aidas Bareikis toy action figure complete with AK-47 and a glue gun. I mean, woah!
The article is thorough, there's a ton of information strung together and some interesting factoids (did we know Anton Kern is Baselitz's son)? Author Nic Paumgarten tags along on late nights out and then quotes Leo and Debora (who he neglected to mention is an accomplished artist in her own right) and others when they've obviously been putting a few back, it strikes me as unfair to quote someone when they're drinking. Also some of the characterizations have a bitchy, sometimes malicious edge. Still it's a good read offering insite into some of the obscure workings in the art world. Heres a link to the article if you don't want to spent 4 bucks on the New Yorker.
Monday, October 10, 2005
We had a double header of the cutes last night, First Was Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, then March of the Penguins. In "Were-Rabbit", our heros have opened a pest control business called Anti Pesto. Their mission is to rid local gardens of rabbits in anticipation of the upcoming Giant Vegetable Competition, which has been held at Tottington hall for the past 500 years. Anti-Pesto's BunniVac machine suck up the mega-ultra-supra-cute rodents. Wallace tries to brain wash the rabbits not to be so destructive but something goes wrong... A Blog Called Nowhere bigtime hearts Wallace and Gromit, Were-Rabbit is a claymation masterpiece.
March of the Penguins was pretty amazing too but I kept thinking of an interview with Morgan Freeman (the narrator) where he said he had no interest at all in emperor penguins, couldn't care less about them. Hahahaha, what a jerk. There's a bunch of Dreamworks animations coming out, "Over the Hedge" looks good.
Have a great day kids, I'm off to my studio to fight the good fight.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
I'm having Lunch with my ex-dealer uptown today. My philosophy of luncheon is it's better to be over-dressed then under-dressed. I find if you incorporate the table itself into your outfit -as a kind of belt- you're good to go.
Today my favorite sneaker shop in all the boroughs is re-opening with new inventory for the fall. Dave's Quality Meat Check these chucks out. It's a great store without the "what the fuck are you doing setting your fat and hideous foot in my pashmina carpeted exclusive Nolita boutique" vibe. I'm so having Nike skate shoes, I have two pairs, one with the colors of the Jamaican flag but thats not nearly enough so will be shopping for new ones today. Also the cutest pug named SQUISHY, will be there to help you pick out the right style.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
"They're attempting to thread together competing complexities, make pleasure precious again... Whether they succeed or not, it's a mistake to label any of them "great." Artists are after a less lofty, less autocratic essence. Something suppler, more "real," and willingly vulnerable. Maybe what Greil Marcus called "spirits of acceptance and desire, rebellion and awe, raw excitement, good sex, open humor, and a magic feel for history."Now back to lighter fare... There was genius footage on The Daily Show of a fox running through the National Gallery, turns out it was artist Francis Alys who set him loose for the security cameras to record his movements during the night. Brilliant, Go fox go! The footage is on the web; google "fox national portrait gallery" and you'll find it, I can't seem to make the link work.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
The Jim Shaw thrift store paintings I saw last week are confusing to me at this moment. They can be inspiring and funny but they are also really shitty paintings. The confusing thing is that the fluttery brain-crackling sensation you get from looking at a great painting is similar to the feeling of delight you can get looking at a Jim Shaw thrift store painting. Thats fine and good, I don't want to impicate the naif. Perhaps, when talking about "bad art" I need to distinguish thrift store paintings from the self-concious underdeveloped or formulaic "student grade work" that has no shadow, turn your back on it for a second and it disappears kind of work. The art market is a hungry beast at this moment and it needs to fill its gargantuan appetite and when you're hungry there's no difference between foie gras and a tofu pup, it's just calories. Thus theres alot of crap and spectacle being consumed. Hell, I'm going to lay my shit out, I want painting to be honest, revealing and daring, I want transcendent experiences, I want fucken deliverance man! Or something, (keeping in mind I believe a 3 minute pop song can be transcendent) but I think the collector class is insensitive to that feeling -they mistake transcendence for a stingy hit of crack, its all the same difference- those twits and jack-asses buying all the student-grade work at exorbitant prices affect the context in which we all show our work. I know, I've gotten all serious on your asses, shitski. Now, wheres that pile of dirt...
Monday, October 03, 2005
WE'RE FINDING THIS TO BE A BIGGER PROBLEM THEN EXPECED
Curiously, bad art messages are repeatedly crossing my flight path this week. In Mexico I saw a show of Jim Shaws thrift store paintings. Oddly, the museum curators put on their own show of Mexican thrift store paintings to accompany Jim's show. Yesterday I bought a book by Jean Baudrillard, the first 20 pages seems to be about bad art, or that art is bad, (it's a depressing read "The Transparency of Evil") and today I had a long conversation with a trusted painting confidant about the state of affairs in Chelsea with underdeveloped, formulaic art dominating, or the spectacle that looks for a second or two like art but is souless... Bad art, it's in the air. What gives? I was feeling today that Chelsea as a context in which to show in is shitty. It makes bad art look okay and good art becomes infected by the corporate atmosphere and just the sheer anount of work...