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beforehand i had about 3 vodka sours with a friend. when we got to the museum, the first thing we did was see the big sculpture called "vortex" on the grounds outside. it's 67 feet tall and is made up of, i don't know, 5 or 6 bands of steel welded together in to make sort of a cylinder. there are openings for you to step inside it. when you look up, it's like being at the bottom of a deep well. it made me think of the novel "wind-up bird chronicles" by haruki murakami. a few more people came in and they showed us how great the acoustics were. there was a great echo when you stomped your feet: DAH dah-dah-dah-dah-dah. we started stomping out a rhythm and a woman sang long, operatic notes. then we went inside to wait for the show to start. i had a $6 glass of wine and listened to a mostly ignored classical guitar player. the performance was a one-woman show (with a piano player). it was bits of monologue and lots of songs like "everything has side effects" and "someone's got it worse than you". the woman doing the show had only gotten the job ten days before and sat on a stool reading the script/lyrics from a stand in front of her. she really wasn't able to sell the paranoia. and the monologue parts were too sparse. it was more like a collection of songs than a paranoid cabaret rant. it got boring after a while. the say it's a "work in progress", though. there will be a performance in new york on oct. 16 in a place called 'don't tell mama' on 46th street. if someone sees it, tell me if it gets any better. as we were leaving my friends steered me over to something in a dark corner (the museum was closed). it looked like a tarp thrown over a pole and i flicked it with my finger. immediately, somebody with the museum said "don't touch!" - turns out it was a sculpture. "and don't run over it!" one of my friends said (parts of the "tarp" spread over the floor. i think what i said was: "goddamit, i'm tired of art like this. i'm sure that somewhere in this building there's a bronzed compost heap with a little plaque next to it with the artist's name on it. at least when marcel duchamp put a urinal up on a pedestal and called it art, you could still piss in it." then i went home and had a sauerkraut sandwich. |
I think I would have liked seeing this part the most. |
Yeah, I miss the days of pissing on "art" LOL |
i <3 duchamp and i want some sauerkraut and a little kielbasa |
http://www.beatmuseum.org/duchamp/fountain.html sauerkraut on toasted bread with mustard. a great late night after drinking snack. but not portable like an onion sandwich, as the kraut makes the bread soggy. |
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It was tongue in cheek. Though the "art" on top of Bartle Hall out here is worth piss, but that's another story. |
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It's probably not worth it. What was it again...I can't even remember. |
i find dada discomforting. |
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i have no great feelings about duchamp, but: 1) do you mean he did not make art with the "ready-mades" or in any work he ever made (like 'nude descending stairs); and if so, what is art that duchamp did not make it. 2) as heather points out, the art of dada was to cause discomfort. and if it can discomfort nate (in what way?), then there may be art in that. |
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dada pieces themselves aren't uncomfortable. it is philosophy behind it. and it is recent, that i feel this way. i used to be all up in the dada. btw, heather: if it is still running you should go check out "travesties" at ACT. |
i would venture to say that there is more to duchamp than "dada" |
dada still disturbs me. who the fuck are you jack. |
i can see why it would disturb you, though. you always struck me as the kind of person who is at heart hostile toward disorder and ambiguity. i'm not sure if i will truly appreciate the ruscha, spider. i'm not sure i'm all that sensitive about fonts. words are either easy to read or they aren't, to me. i think i may need glasses, though. there's only so long i can read any kind of text before i feel discomfort. or maybe it's just me. i get the impression that your artistic tastes are more formal than mine. who the fuck are any of you people? |
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i'm sure that has a lot to do with it. i seem to have found myself with faith in the higher order of things. who the fuck? who aren't we. aesthetics. my preference. ... the maple tree had one ginkgo leaf i sat and i stared and i wondered at what was once impossible |
heather the dada soul. hm. |
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at the time i'm sure dada was really revolutionary. now it seems like the majority of contemporary art is dada-esque. maybe a slight majority, but a majority. what original, material dada art (or non-art or whatever) i've seen, nothing about it is offensive to me. most of it i don't find to be that disorderly. ambiguous, maybe. but all forms of art can be ambiguous. the performance art stuff isn't that interesting. maybe a little disturbing, but only like a science fiction movie can be disturbing. the feeling i get from seeing stills of the performance dada is similar to how i felt the *first* time i saw the movie Brazil (i think i was 14 years old?). i knew i was supposed to appreciate it as art, but mostly i thought, "i don't get it." |
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see also, Fluxus. that, i get. |
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and what i said was not meant to reflect negatively on nate but on myself the first time i saw brazil i thought, yes finally something i get |
time is running out |
i don't really know. i think it's interesting though....nate's take. i can't help but consider his exploration of photography as a factor in his recent rejection of dada-ism. for order, light and clarity nate, maybe maholy-nagy will make nice for you. he, along with others in the bauhuas seem to be an antithesis to the whole dada thing. http://www.moholy-nagy.org/ArtByPeriod_4.html |
Performance art-wise, I was a big fan of Ana Mendieta. I can get behind shit like that. Too bad her egomaniac husband threw her out the window because she was more talented than him. http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/mendieta_ana.html |
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her being thrown out the window was perfomance art, was it not? i mean.....where do you draw the line miss k? |
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I don't know, Patrick. I tend to frown on throwing people out the window, but maybe it was art. Who the hell knows. If nate calls a fart art, then it's art. Especially nate's fart. Although, I'm betting that dave's are stinkier. |
i'll chase you around the room with this one miss k, not because my opinion is right and yours is wrong. i think the whole pretext a fools errand. |
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one man's art is another man's fart. |
un pedo repugnante. i just don't understand dadaism. i thought it was anti-art. like a trick for the aristocracy of art appreciators who do not understand what art should be. is it new art because it rejects pretension? is it applicable in this world where the president gives speeches full of "uhms"? i think that society has become dada and the struggle of the artist is to uncover the beauty and vitality of the world unseen by the blinded masses. and that struggle is severe. |
a lot of people like to give warhol shit for his art. a lot of people don't consider it art. how many times have you heard the "how is a campbells soup can art? thats not art? thats copyright infringement!" or anything along those lines? what made warhol's work art relavent was the time and space in which it occured. so what im saying is, if a blast from nates ass, in the proper context, in the right time and space, yes, most definitely could be art. |
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i think the struggle of the "artist" is the struggle of all [or most, hopefully many] and it is personal. anything that rejects pretension fairly quickly becomes it. i can't believe i have used so many quotation marks. |
and for a special anniversary price nice |
I agree with everything Heather said, except for her last posting, which I didn't understand. |
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are you guys getting back together or what? |
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just teasing. |