Tuesday, February 16, 2010

yo-landi visser. can't really bring myself to describe my adoration of this group...

Sunday, February 14, 2010

post 7

Concerning the photoshop project and theme. I've realized, once again, that legacy is a very large and broad theme. To narrow it down some more couldn't hurt. I've decided to tie the idea of legacy to something physical: old photographs. I feel by at least limiting myself to that realm I'll be less held up.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

post 6

The FLUXUS movement is difficult. It's undisscussable. I say this because it walks such a fine line between art and life that merely talking about a particular piece will push it to one side or the other. I think it might just be impossible to talk statically about a piece and not prescribe it as either a work of art or an act of life. You may do this either directly or indirectly, therefore I find the FLUXUS performances to be extremely temporal. As soon as you have an idea of what it is to be FLUXUS you're already on the wrong track. I love this maddening state of confusion that this movement calls for. Even to call it a movement seems like a poor fit, for such a fleeting idea that exists only between the spans of half seconds where you're mind can rationalize, fleetingly, what it means, is more a miracle than anything else.

post 5

Just watched part of Zoe Beloff's curated show of the "Dreamland: The Coney Island Amateur Psychoanalytic Society and its Circle 1926-1972". the organization seemed to be a bunch of ordinary working class citizens from Coney Island yet all had the same aspirations to follow Freudian psychoanalysis of their dreams to "explore their inner life, to share their dreams with each other and in doing so attempted to free the psyche from the constraints of class and of cultural and sexual mores of their time."

I found this incredibly exciting especially since these explorations of the mind took the relatively new medium of film. These surreal films which depicted members' dreams are incredible insight into the lavish inner life of these ordinary folk. The film I saw in particular was called "The Midget Crane" where upon analysis discerned that the dreamer had a yearning to tower over his boss and employers.

It is this kind of cerebral exploration that I find incredible. Even in the mid 20's ordinary people were dissecting their thoughts and dreams in the hopes of making sense of themselves and the world.