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:.wh,ich lid be'neath.: [.soc.|.sent,'tenses.|.rat.]

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.......
fons et
origo
etu
mon :

lego logos lego
verbum verba
lego logos lego
verba verbum

three times remo
ved from Ће truth:
tripartite schema;
(fine tragic things)
making/discovery
..poein / sophis..
create / knowledge

life by thought
thought by life

[do
it
ju
st]

kwoi
wo


don,t
phi
lo
yr
so
phis,
philo
yr po
ema :

fu
ck
yo
u
soc
ra
tes!

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1 kommentar:

autho unknowd sa...

"As I became invisible,
I saw things that
had been invisible to me."

Right now I'm obsessed with texture.

So what's an artist to do?

Take the moral high road and watch her income dwindle, or join
the commercial rat-race?

The fifth looked to be a total failure, but

I came up with a solution later in the day.
"It's All Relative"

Gone was the angst and self-doubt and in its place grew contentment.

Then I realized I was getting bored with my own work.

There is also
something about
finding beauty in
what is discarded
and that we use
the materials of our life as part of our spiritual path.Rarely puts his thoughts and feelings on screen with words. Usually, they were
blazoned across networks in passionate expressive structures which he draws from the ever encroaching apparatus repressive.

The acquisition
of a reputation is often
the artist's artistic death,

since feeding in the lap of
luxury destroys inclination to further efforts.

I didn't recognize many critics,
but there was a small crowd of reporters there,

including two
video crews
with lights.

The time is the present,
Buffalo, N.Y.

He's is a bad guy without
a place to piss.
The first thing you see is a small hole in the wall with a sign
that reads

"Insert Pencils Only."

I've been working with
the theme of artist's
diaries recently, in other mediums, film, photography and painting.

There was
something of another way of seeing in some of the pictures, this other quality
of light and strangeness.

"The Artist Wrote This With His Own Blood,"

Notify me of new art by this artist.

My time spent with these tools is my own
invitation to open myself up and engage in a kind of communion.

Alongside this
absorbing of materials
has been the concern to solve to question of the form that
work will take -
essentially how to create
something that will hold the fragments
of
contributed thoughts
and experiences,
and the images and sounds
into relationship
with each other in way that
works?
Whoops!
Its been 3 months since I last wrote an
entry.

Bad Artist.
I'll be better I promise, don't leave me.But this idea of placing

myself

within someone else's work applies much more readily to musicians such as Sigur Ros,

I bought the composition they wrote for Merce Cunningham's Split Sides, which I haven't
seen,

and I find it really intriguing. Most of the pieces were in Norwegian which was
challenging, we only knew

how to say Takk, Thank you and Snakker Du Ehngerlisk,
Do you speak English.

Your eyes do not script my days,with their radiant plague,
even this a pure wind purges.


I would like art and photography to be as ubiquitous,
omnipresent, and as accessible as music.

Zooming technology
minimizes the time it
takes to display the
proportion of the image
actually being looked at.
So far so good.

Today I made my first approach to a top commercial art gallery to see if they are interested
in representing me.

On this occasion, I am sorry to inform you that your works were not hung in the exhibition;

two of them however were shortlisted,

which is a fine achievement.


It's important to establish yourself as a professional working artist if you want to use your
blog as a vehicle to sell your art.

I'll gladly autograph a cocktail napkin for you!


To add to the shambolic nature of my life, I live with freaks.

Nothing is ever my fault.

I made
this wonderful
discovery at the
ripe young age of
twelve.
Studio visits allow the artist and
viewer to have a personal connection which is not always the case when the artist only
shows work through the gallery system.

Knowing the language of images will give you greater control over your art work, increase your ability to explain your art work to others and enrich your understanding of your culture.

Finally after two-and-a-bit months of arts bum drudgery, the socio-economic aspects of my life seem to be sorting themselves out.


I'm endeavouring not to poo on anyone (in a strictly non-literal sense),
in other words,

try to be reasonably professional with people and individuals

that I deal with,

and think

twice about hitting the 'send' button
in given cases.

One self taught artist determined to
make her living as an artist.

The day to days of
an artists life,
thoughts, and
experiences.

‘Torched Laughter’
was the result of a
tumultuous and
sultry evening
I had in an opium den
in Egypt.

Involved was a farfisa organ
and a stick of butter.
There were monologues given to
corpses recently exhumed for Bacchanalian amusement.

Amputee children throwing sewage
at passed out policemen. And cocaine. Good times were had by all involved.

I am not up to the performance aspect of it yet. Just trying to capture the natural sound.

Is the origin of art hidden in
the system of its creation?

Many artists have been drawn to the grid.

A common thread in all of
their work is the belief that they were uncovering something original, that they were
tapping into the
primordial essence
of art.

The grid is seen by many as an absolute beginning, silent and empty.

Its form seems impervious to language,
narrative,
and hierarchical
structure.

For certain people,
possessing a collection of fonts is a real kick. I am not embarrassed to admit that I fall into
that category.

“The piece is meant to be big, dumb,
and iconic,
a moving,
pulsing symbol
of both
the promise
and failure
of technology,”

Murakami likes Augur & Revok enough to remove his tagged billboard for his own collection. I’m not convinced this is the most awesome of awesome tags in the world, but I suppose it’s news.

What happens when fun and games become values you can't question?

That's the question I asked in Sweden when I gave my Down with Fun lecture at the Krets Gallery.

What happens when even straights who collect stamps talk about "getting my stamp collection fix" or when a design website asserts dogmatically that "if it’s not fun, it’s not design!”?

Fun and games,
at that point,
become orb and sceptre,
ball and chains.

Liberation,
at that point,
becomes difficulty
and differential calculus.
It becomes emotion, idealism, seriousness, quietness, dignity.