Sunday, April 15, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
The Correlation Of Music and Stroking
I’ve been attempting to relate how one paints must be quite agreeable to what one listens to when one is painting. Listening to a lot of thick layered, over-produced recordings which tries to recreate Phil Spector’s wall of sound as heard in such examples as My Bloody Valentine, Flying Saucer Attack, Drop 19s, The Swans, in some Spacemen 3 produces the kind of painting which J.O does – thick, impastoed, multilayered, messy. But the difference is instead of drawing you in, his kind of paintings pushes you back hard against the wall. It is impenetrable whereas for the above examples mentioned, their droning sonic resonance rather draws you in. In one reviewer of a live performance of My Bloody Valentine, he was sucked in back to his mother’s womb and crying through the whole process – a dramatic exposition of going back to innocence and primordiality –amniotic and unspoken for. The fuzzy buzz may have made this slide all the more a comfy complete surrender. On the other hand, the paintings push you with such force because it is rather vain in its unutterable strangeness but also quite familiar. It demands a viewer, an audience willing to play the fool who seem to know everything.
Now we go to the Zen-Zen paintings. I have spoken with but a handful who does such paintings. Their listening selection is also quite predictable – instrumentals, new-agey, Philip Glass-like, a little jazz, some classical that veers on the baroque, and some Ibiza-inspired chill out lounge. These examples mentioned are regurgitated most of the time for Muzak or elevator music. They’re most of the time monosymphonic, minimal, thin, clear, light, melodic, quiet, can be easily relegated to the background. Similarly, one notices that most of these Zen-Zen paintings are minimal, monolithic, thinly washed by a single stroke, doesn’t allow for mistakes and won’t ever be exposed for it, exercises in balanced perfection as guided by the laws of nature which they’re trying to evoke in being essentialists. Their quietness or being non-confrontational is favored so much by ‘modern’ designers who pair such works with ‘hip’ mid-century furniture for that balance of quiet rawness with sleek modernity – a fleshed-out Space Odyssey dream in the corporate world, invoking Bowman who became god himself.
So what about punk and rock and roll? What about punk music anyway? Of course there’s collage and a mélange of various collages that never finishes itself. Art eating itself just as pop eats itself. Vomit and shit for nourishment. Alcohol makes it more tasty. This can be quite encompassing now, especially for those little boys who never really want to grow up.
And then there’s the special category of exclusively the domain of girlie singer-songwriters such as Ani Difranco, Joni Mitchell, Cynthia Alexander, Alanis Morissette, Jewel, and such and such and the like who coincidentally is most listened to by painters with underlying issues vocalized by the above-mentioned examples and more. Or am I just being sexist about this? But I get screamed at by such paintings, and their screams are vicious coming from the more knowing throats of the nether region. They’re always agonizing with their postured garish naivete.
I have never heard of anyone grooving to Cristina Aguilera whilst in the thicket of artistic creation. What must have their paintings look like? They’d rather not admit to such popism.
For coolness is often equated with esotericism. It’s a coded handshake that crushes you.
Now we go to the Zen-Zen paintings. I have spoken with but a handful who does such paintings. Their listening selection is also quite predictable – instrumentals, new-agey, Philip Glass-like, a little jazz, some classical that veers on the baroque, and some Ibiza-inspired chill out lounge. These examples mentioned are regurgitated most of the time for Muzak or elevator music. They’re most of the time monosymphonic, minimal, thin, clear, light, melodic, quiet, can be easily relegated to the background. Similarly, one notices that most of these Zen-Zen paintings are minimal, monolithic, thinly washed by a single stroke, doesn’t allow for mistakes and won’t ever be exposed for it, exercises in balanced perfection as guided by the laws of nature which they’re trying to evoke in being essentialists. Their quietness or being non-confrontational is favored so much by ‘modern’ designers who pair such works with ‘hip’ mid-century furniture for that balance of quiet rawness with sleek modernity – a fleshed-out Space Odyssey dream in the corporate world, invoking Bowman who became god himself.
So what about punk and rock and roll? What about punk music anyway? Of course there’s collage and a mélange of various collages that never finishes itself. Art eating itself just as pop eats itself. Vomit and shit for nourishment. Alcohol makes it more tasty. This can be quite encompassing now, especially for those little boys who never really want to grow up.
And then there’s the special category of exclusively the domain of girlie singer-songwriters such as Ani Difranco, Joni Mitchell, Cynthia Alexander, Alanis Morissette, Jewel, and such and such and the like who coincidentally is most listened to by painters with underlying issues vocalized by the above-mentioned examples and more. Or am I just being sexist about this? But I get screamed at by such paintings, and their screams are vicious coming from the more knowing throats of the nether region. They’re always agonizing with their postured garish naivete.
I have never heard of anyone grooving to Cristina Aguilera whilst in the thicket of artistic creation. What must have their paintings look like? They’d rather not admit to such popism.
For coolness is often equated with esotericism. It’s a coded handshake that crushes you.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
300 and Many Others
1) 300
300, the movie, for all its visual magnificence is proved to be very timely in view of world politics. The cause for conflict remains as the values of democratic freedom is pitted against the values of divine monarchial rule, thereby rendering the sacrificial but overly heroic triumph of King Leonidas as the very symbol of a very Eurocentric rationalism. East and West shall never twain meet, ever. And morals come down with politics itself.
2) Ikea
Ikea being the mecca of smart-shopping and designing saviness – does it really come with the lifestyle of being producers of less refined but over-valued junk which kinda validate our further junkiness? Yet we all clamor for it to be brought to these shores or instead wait out for exhibit propositions that will deliver us to these pearly warehouse gates of Nordic DIY-hood.
3) Love
Yes, love - it cracks with much pressure yet we cringe at the thought of losing it. It's either over rated and under rated. What's this has got to with anything really? A LOT!!! It directs courses and destinies and choices and obsessions and crimes and ......yet we're lost most of the time when we heed it.
4) That somewhat Euro-feeling in a land that's "truly asia"
- jaguars, bmws, and volvos - all right hand-drive vehicles
- obsession with efficiency
- cobble-stoned roads and turn-abouts
- accents
300, the movie, for all its visual magnificence is proved to be very timely in view of world politics. The cause for conflict remains as the values of democratic freedom is pitted against the values of divine monarchial rule, thereby rendering the sacrificial but overly heroic triumph of King Leonidas as the very symbol of a very Eurocentric rationalism. East and West shall never twain meet, ever. And morals come down with politics itself.
2) Ikea
Ikea being the mecca of smart-shopping and designing saviness – does it really come with the lifestyle of being producers of less refined but over-valued junk which kinda validate our further junkiness? Yet we all clamor for it to be brought to these shores or instead wait out for exhibit propositions that will deliver us to these pearly warehouse gates of Nordic DIY-hood.
3) Love
Yes, love - it cracks with much pressure yet we cringe at the thought of losing it. It's either over rated and under rated. What's this has got to with anything really? A LOT!!! It directs courses and destinies and choices and obsessions and crimes and ......yet we're lost most of the time when we heed it.
4) That somewhat Euro-feeling in a land that's "truly asia"
“so what is the image of Europe? Europe is not undesirable homogeneity. Rather, Europe is persistent diversity. Instead of national identity usurped by Euro-bureaucracy, the ‘European’ is an extended identity, one that does not replace but simply strengthens. Europe is a state of mind that cannot be contained by traditional boundaries.”
- AMO/OMA led by Rem Koolhaas on the future of the EU
So what does this say of the relevance still of our being Asian? Can we then be still deemed as unique, exotic, truly one of a kind?
This is still a clear sign of Pan-Asian invasion reminiscent of empire building but translated into a utopian “global democratic cooperation” which will render national identities obsolete.
Although, the question remains if the Philippines would be readily absorbed by this idea or even be convinced into buying into it while in the stranglehold of US foreign policy.
I have quite gleaned some of such clues in this land called “truly asia”, yet these may all be reinforced vestiges of its colonial past.
- jaguars, bmws, and volvos - all right hand-drive vehicles
- obsession with efficiency
- cobble-stoned roads and turn-abouts
- accents
Monday, February 19, 2007
The Bane of Technology
I HATE BLOGSPOT WHY DOES IT TAKE SO DAMN LONG TO LOG IN WHY CANT I SIMPLY POST A PHOTO FOR MY PROFILE WHY IS IT SO HARD TO MAKE LINKS WITH OTHER BLOGS OR CONTACTS WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING MY PASSWORD WHAT DIFFERENCE DID IT MAKE WHEN I SWITCHED TO THE NEW BLOGSPOT HARDLY ANY NONE AT ALL IT'S JUST MORE DIFFICULT AND LONGER AND YOU KNOW THIS REALLY IS A WASTE OF TIME BLOGGING IS SO OVER RATED LETS GO BACK TO WRITING BOOKS AND MAKING REAL FANZINES WOULD RANTING MAKE A WORLD OF DIFFERENCE WHO CARES WHAT OTHERS WOULD FEEL AND THINK ABOUT YOUR OPINIONS EVERYONE HAS A SAY ON ALL THINGS ESPECIALLY FOR THE MUNDANE ONES THIS IS ALL JUST A TOOL FOR US TO BE SPIED UPON THE WORLD IS RULED BY THE BILDERBERG GROUP ANYWAY THEY'RE ALL WATCHING US EVERYTHING IS FOR SALE EVERY ONE IS INNATELY FASCIST WE ALL WANT TO IMPOSE A SYSTEM OF OUR OWN OVER THE PREVAILING ONE
Monday, January 22, 2007
Some R n R ( Yup, Ye Good Ole Rantin’ N Ravin’)
Tis probably not a swell way to start the year. Having been stoned drunk and trippy from the holidays and just from these past few days render the days into cycles of bingeing and morning after hang-overs. The heck, let’s get on with it.
1)Censorship
Bandoy’s painting in his new show being covered needlessly by newspapers (latest update:panels were rotated so the dick won't be obvious)– but it’s just a drawing of a prick, it’s not even realistically rendered. Same goes with the so-called controversy revolving around Poklong’s collaborative work with Manuel shown last December at Finale – but it’s hardly noticeable. The supposedly offensive graphic was a vignette of a porn girl fondling a dick, her mouth gaping as all porn jizjars are wont to do for the money shot. But Poklong smeared it all over with garish, muddy, gray paint.
Then there’s Jayson’s collaborative work with Manuel (again, for the same show) being furiously complained about by a Megamall passerby saying that it’s so un-PC and offensive. The painting has large text reading : Retarded People Make Good Sex Slaves. It’s a phrase he just encountered on the net like all the other geegaws he puts on his paintings. It’s very direct and confrontational. It’s a mind fuck especially for people who think that they don’t think about that kind of possibility. It’s offensive for them because they might really consider doing it. And if they did, they’re sicker than anyone on the bestiality loop.
Then there’s Bobot’s video installation at the CR in Mag:net Katips. I wouldn’t even know that there’s a video playing (he says it’s a porn clip) if he hadn’t told me. He was told to pull it out. What was left were all S&M leathery and artsy gangbanger bling blings. But it’s in a toilet, man. Sometimes you hardly see the “art” being displayed there because after you pee you just wanna get out so you won’t hold up the line or suffocate in the reeking piss. ( Although, it’s not as bad as the reekage of the pink urinals being passed off as functional public art littering the city.)
But what’s obscene anyway these days?
I’d think that Gretchen’s wanton flaunting of her trophy wife loot takes the cake, frosting, birthday candles and all. With all that money, she could have bought 20 artists their meals and paints for a good whole 5 years. Can she not resist perhaps a commissioned portrait of herself brazenly effecting Marie Antoinette extravagance? Anyone? anyone?
Then I find it disturbing, also quite laughable, the review on an exhibit advocating human rights especially where it was mentioned that the show has sent the “status quo trembling at their knees”. I wonder whom the status quo the article was referring to. If it’s the government I don’t think they are “trembling at their knees” or if they did, it’s probably not out of fear but due to the fact that they’ve developed arthritis, gout, hypertension, cancer, diabetes and other old-geezer-types of diseases for eating too much and being so lazy and having way too much chutzpah for instilling in their help and in all the people who work for them the utang na loob which pays for their daily ration of lucky me noodles.
A gallerist from outside the country thought the show was too strong. Really? How come I haven’t heard of any work being censored there nor even being pulled out nor being covered by newspapers like some victim of a mugging?
2) Representation
It most certainly feels like Top Rank vs. Oscar Dela Hoya over Manny Pacquiao, though Manny would still be paid millions for each fight, win or lose. But then again, it gets more complicated when we’re talking about artists here, like is there such a thing as exclusivity, here, like really now? It is highly unlikely for the mere fact that the number of collectors and buyers is very dismally disproportionate to the number of artists here. And these few collectors just buy from the same artists all through their clan’s generation. What do the other artists who are not being collected to do now? Opportunities to exhibit, travel, be published in catalogues and magazines are way too mightily irresistible for them. The dilemma arises when a gallery has a falling out with a prospective partner gallery, this turning them into rivals, and the supposed prospective partner gallery would try to snitch the artists from the other gallery with the aforementioned deals. What’s a poor artist to do? There is no win-win solution here unless a lawyer steps in and hands over a binding contract. But still the question hangs heavy on their heads, if this will be worth pursuing at all. Guess we’ll just have to train ourselves to box or snooker the pools for the meantime, eh?
3) Another form of representation (this is utter trash, consider this a waste of space)
Someone remarked that you’ve finally got it made when you’re starting to dress and look better. I’d love to differ. Gee whiz personal taste is so immaterial.
Vans are fun skater shoes, they can be paired with virtually anything and can be had dirt cheap at the ukays. You buy Camper shoes because they’re so durable, you’d tire of them for quite some time. Chucks are classics. No one can go wrong with them. Trainer rubber shoes just wouldn’t cut it even if they’re real Nikes…..Gee, I don’t know why I’m even writing about this. Is it because I’d like to think that how an individual dresses, and the kind of music one listens to can be very telling of one’s work? ….hmmm….That’s actually a very shallow and naïve way of evaluating things. But I have seen some instances and I’ve sort of formed some loose links which are verily contestable. Yeah like Bandoy’s show, Seasoning The Obese which I’ve pointed out to him if it was a play on one of Slayer’s album Season in The Abyss (which was a take-off from Rimbaud’s Season in Hell). So does a Yanni-loving Beyonce-warbler possibly know about these things? A probability, but indeed a rare one. Geez….I like Bandoy’s show – it’s all raw, funny, pretty kickin’ – it’s like good cheap booze.
Like Bandoy, J, Cos, Gary, Pow, Nilo,Tad, Lirio, and some others all just dress plainly – mostly white shirt, jeans and sneakers – the factory look which J has touted. It’s simple, no fuss, it’s like a uniform. It’s the best go-anywhere-wear.
So what do us girls wear? But the femme version of it, silly.
4) The End of An Enterprise or The Bandwagon Effect
A boat sinks when just about everybody jumps in and throws out the rower, everyone fighting for the oars, thence steering the boat in everyone’s right of way. The metaphor matches SBW. Good thing everyone got out with a lifebuoy and quite knew how to navigate the seas by then.
What happened to FP can be attributed as well to the neighborhood going to seed – more videoke bars, more motels, more bulalohan, more “gallery-cafes”, more corporate raga rock. But the toilet is still the same – always clogged. So what else is new? It’s like the 1990s all over again. The only good thing about this is that the term “alternative” is hardly being used anymore and that people are more frank about their monetary goals. At times, though this frankness overpowers the art itself, crowds are just drawn to the beer cooler and the babes. The moral is : everyone should just read more so they won’t be baited easily by spin-doctored mediocrity.
5) Geographical Dislocation
I’ve been asking friends to relay to me all their exhibit skeds for the year so that the money, time and energy spent going to their shows would be thoughtfully planned out and budgeted. Don’t you think that’s reasonable? As being from QC, as all the others like me, very much hate going to Makati or Manila on such short notice. It might be easier if one had a car, but there’s still the traffic and the gas and the long hours traveling to contend with. As a commuter, it’s more preferable just to stay put in one place then to go home afterwards. The price of beer is also a factor. One time I went way all out and got myself drunk, broke, blind, and screwy. (That was really foolish.) after going to and fro QC, Makati and back for a show, for a screening, for a performance. Next time, I’ll be more discerning and practical or better yet just do what we did when 2 openings coincided on the same day – we just stayed at home and watched DVDs.
6) Non Sequitur
Is there such a thing as a zombie of modernism if modernism died already but can’t be buried? Are they in the form of classically-framed blank black images as those seen in Maria’s show
( Some Permanent Interludes) and in Jayson’s upcoming show (Find X)?
Maria’s photos of sun-filtered foliage are actually fata morganas – the sky inversed unto their reflection on a heat-hazed puddle – castles in the air. I forgot to mention this in her write up.
Romeo’s painting really has striking roots from Jaime de Guzman or was I just thinking it?
What I’m liking now :
Animal Collective’s Leaf House video and song
Hella’s videos – the one with the down syndrome
- the one w/ 3 ladies dancing in skimpy Indian costumes which I stumbled upon on
a blog called Cheap Opulence
Animal Collective
TV on The Radio
Fantasy porn – them dressing up as Cleopatra and gladiators
Nostalgia for the dance scene of the 90s – because kids (the 20 and under) hardly know about these
Country Style restaurant
A
My new found enthusiasm to do work
My friends and people willing to do collaborations – they’re all inspiring especially donna who just won a juror's choice award at a recently concluded yokohama dance thing, whipee!!!!!
What there should be less of :
Videoke bars
Rudeness, hypocrisy, hyperparanoia
Dark secrets
Magazine writers who don’t do much research on their subjects
Empty talk
Needless drinking and spending
Whiny Pushy senior citizens
clutter
clueless secretaries/assistants
greedy wily gallerists/collectors
vermin
clingy so-called friends
1)Censorship
Bandoy’s painting in his new show being covered needlessly by newspapers (latest update:panels were rotated so the dick won't be obvious)– but it’s just a drawing of a prick, it’s not even realistically rendered. Same goes with the so-called controversy revolving around Poklong’s collaborative work with Manuel shown last December at Finale – but it’s hardly noticeable. The supposedly offensive graphic was a vignette of a porn girl fondling a dick, her mouth gaping as all porn jizjars are wont to do for the money shot. But Poklong smeared it all over with garish, muddy, gray paint.
Then there’s Jayson’s collaborative work with Manuel (again, for the same show) being furiously complained about by a Megamall passerby saying that it’s so un-PC and offensive. The painting has large text reading : Retarded People Make Good Sex Slaves. It’s a phrase he just encountered on the net like all the other geegaws he puts on his paintings. It’s very direct and confrontational. It’s a mind fuck especially for people who think that they don’t think about that kind of possibility. It’s offensive for them because they might really consider doing it. And if they did, they’re sicker than anyone on the bestiality loop.
Then there’s Bobot’s video installation at the CR in Mag:net Katips. I wouldn’t even know that there’s a video playing (he says it’s a porn clip) if he hadn’t told me. He was told to pull it out. What was left were all S&M leathery and artsy gangbanger bling blings. But it’s in a toilet, man. Sometimes you hardly see the “art” being displayed there because after you pee you just wanna get out so you won’t hold up the line or suffocate in the reeking piss. ( Although, it’s not as bad as the reekage of the pink urinals being passed off as functional public art littering the city.)
But what’s obscene anyway these days?
I’d think that Gretchen’s wanton flaunting of her trophy wife loot takes the cake, frosting, birthday candles and all. With all that money, she could have bought 20 artists their meals and paints for a good whole 5 years. Can she not resist perhaps a commissioned portrait of herself brazenly effecting Marie Antoinette extravagance? Anyone? anyone?
Then I find it disturbing, also quite laughable, the review on an exhibit advocating human rights especially where it was mentioned that the show has sent the “status quo trembling at their knees”. I wonder whom the status quo the article was referring to. If it’s the government I don’t think they are “trembling at their knees” or if they did, it’s probably not out of fear but due to the fact that they’ve developed arthritis, gout, hypertension, cancer, diabetes and other old-geezer-types of diseases for eating too much and being so lazy and having way too much chutzpah for instilling in their help and in all the people who work for them the utang na loob which pays for their daily ration of lucky me noodles.
A gallerist from outside the country thought the show was too strong. Really? How come I haven’t heard of any work being censored there nor even being pulled out nor being covered by newspapers like some victim of a mugging?
2) Representation
It most certainly feels like Top Rank vs. Oscar Dela Hoya over Manny Pacquiao, though Manny would still be paid millions for each fight, win or lose. But then again, it gets more complicated when we’re talking about artists here, like is there such a thing as exclusivity, here, like really now? It is highly unlikely for the mere fact that the number of collectors and buyers is very dismally disproportionate to the number of artists here. And these few collectors just buy from the same artists all through their clan’s generation. What do the other artists who are not being collected to do now? Opportunities to exhibit, travel, be published in catalogues and magazines are way too mightily irresistible for them. The dilemma arises when a gallery has a falling out with a prospective partner gallery, this turning them into rivals, and the supposed prospective partner gallery would try to snitch the artists from the other gallery with the aforementioned deals. What’s a poor artist to do? There is no win-win solution here unless a lawyer steps in and hands over a binding contract. But still the question hangs heavy on their heads, if this will be worth pursuing at all. Guess we’ll just have to train ourselves to box or snooker the pools for the meantime, eh?
3) Another form of representation (this is utter trash, consider this a waste of space)
Someone remarked that you’ve finally got it made when you’re starting to dress and look better. I’d love to differ. Gee whiz personal taste is so immaterial.
Vans are fun skater shoes, they can be paired with virtually anything and can be had dirt cheap at the ukays. You buy Camper shoes because they’re so durable, you’d tire of them for quite some time. Chucks are classics. No one can go wrong with them. Trainer rubber shoes just wouldn’t cut it even if they’re real Nikes…..Gee, I don’t know why I’m even writing about this. Is it because I’d like to think that how an individual dresses, and the kind of music one listens to can be very telling of one’s work? ….hmmm….That’s actually a very shallow and naïve way of evaluating things. But I have seen some instances and I’ve sort of formed some loose links which are verily contestable. Yeah like Bandoy’s show, Seasoning The Obese which I’ve pointed out to him if it was a play on one of Slayer’s album Season in The Abyss (which was a take-off from Rimbaud’s Season in Hell). So does a Yanni-loving Beyonce-warbler possibly know about these things? A probability, but indeed a rare one. Geez….I like Bandoy’s show – it’s all raw, funny, pretty kickin’ – it’s like good cheap booze.
Like Bandoy, J, Cos, Gary, Pow, Nilo,Tad, Lirio, and some others all just dress plainly – mostly white shirt, jeans and sneakers – the factory look which J has touted. It’s simple, no fuss, it’s like a uniform. It’s the best go-anywhere-wear.
So what do us girls wear? But the femme version of it, silly.
4) The End of An Enterprise or The Bandwagon Effect
A boat sinks when just about everybody jumps in and throws out the rower, everyone fighting for the oars, thence steering the boat in everyone’s right of way. The metaphor matches SBW. Good thing everyone got out with a lifebuoy and quite knew how to navigate the seas by then.
What happened to FP can be attributed as well to the neighborhood going to seed – more videoke bars, more motels, more bulalohan, more “gallery-cafes”, more corporate raga rock. But the toilet is still the same – always clogged. So what else is new? It’s like the 1990s all over again. The only good thing about this is that the term “alternative” is hardly being used anymore and that people are more frank about their monetary goals. At times, though this frankness overpowers the art itself, crowds are just drawn to the beer cooler and the babes. The moral is : everyone should just read more so they won’t be baited easily by spin-doctored mediocrity.
5) Geographical Dislocation
I’ve been asking friends to relay to me all their exhibit skeds for the year so that the money, time and energy spent going to their shows would be thoughtfully planned out and budgeted. Don’t you think that’s reasonable? As being from QC, as all the others like me, very much hate going to Makati or Manila on such short notice. It might be easier if one had a car, but there’s still the traffic and the gas and the long hours traveling to contend with. As a commuter, it’s more preferable just to stay put in one place then to go home afterwards. The price of beer is also a factor. One time I went way all out and got myself drunk, broke, blind, and screwy. (That was really foolish.) after going to and fro QC, Makati and back for a show, for a screening, for a performance. Next time, I’ll be more discerning and practical or better yet just do what we did when 2 openings coincided on the same day – we just stayed at home and watched DVDs.
6) Non Sequitur
Is there such a thing as a zombie of modernism if modernism died already but can’t be buried? Are they in the form of classically-framed blank black images as those seen in Maria’s show
( Some Permanent Interludes) and in Jayson’s upcoming show (Find X)?
Maria’s photos of sun-filtered foliage are actually fata morganas – the sky inversed unto their reflection on a heat-hazed puddle – castles in the air. I forgot to mention this in her write up.
Romeo’s painting really has striking roots from Jaime de Guzman or was I just thinking it?
What I’m liking now :
Animal Collective’s Leaf House video and song
Hella’s videos – the one with the down syndrome
- the one w/ 3 ladies dancing in skimpy Indian costumes which I stumbled upon on
a blog called Cheap Opulence
Animal Collective
TV on The Radio
Fantasy porn – them dressing up as Cleopatra and gladiators
Nostalgia for the dance scene of the 90s – because kids (the 20 and under) hardly know about these
Country Style restaurant
A
My new found enthusiasm to do work
My friends and people willing to do collaborations – they’re all inspiring especially donna who just won a juror's choice award at a recently concluded yokohama dance thing, whipee!!!!!
What there should be less of :
Videoke bars
Rudeness, hypocrisy, hyperparanoia
Dark secrets
Magazine writers who don’t do much research on their subjects
Empty talk
Needless drinking and spending
Whiny Pushy senior citizens
clutter
clueless secretaries/assistants
greedy wily gallerists/collectors
vermin
clingy so-called friends
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Romeo Lee's Stylistic Ancestry ?
Romeo Lee has stylistic ancestry and it's Jaime de Guzman! I noticed this on this painting (directly above, center) hanging in the dark 4th floor hallway of the CCP. I don't know what it meant, it's pretty much symbolic, yet it looked like either a punk or a metal album cover. The strokes are quite similar - fuzzy , the figures both looking like they were lifted from Tales from The Crypt, only Lee's more vividly colored and more fantastical. It's a whole new way of looking and liking this quickly- dismissed-and-vaulted-into-the-SR-folder painting of Jaime de Guzman. though I wouldn't know about his other works.
Much Ado About Crap
Much Ado About Crap
People will always tend to over-react moreso if that stems from an extreme disdain from a certain voice. Not meaning to distill and delude popular opinion, it will probably help a great deal to first read between the lines of a review or perhaps go over and around some certain terms that were used. Take for instance the word "abject". Abject is defined on the MSword word search as " 1)miserable - allowing no hope of improvement or relief; 2) humble - extremely or excessively humble, for example in making an apology or request; 3) despicable - utterly despicable or contemptible; its synomous to the ff: hopeless, miserable, wretched, dismal, horrible, utter. That was how one reviewer wrote of LC's work which is actually quite apt. There's nothing sublime about B-movies, scatology, jeepney graffix and porn. (although how he wrote it, he's like shocked himself, but there's nothing to be shocked about it really if one's surrounded by such stuff everyminute of one's existence).
I would think that LC is even more SR than most SRs would claim to be even if he won't admit it or even adamant to even realize it himself. Horror vacui is so very Pinoy. LC is just describing in graphic detail that cramped, horrid feeling. He's just painting from the gutter. And he doesn't really care and doesn't even pretend to aspire for trascendence. Sometimes, his symmetric compositions still end up looking like vomit. But what of it? MO paints shit and even alludes his painting process as an excretory exercise. AAT once conceptualized a show about her dog's poop preceding a show about cakes. JO's paintings oftentimes end up looking like shit. Painting itself is very much like shit anyway. Manzoni canned his and sold them to the moneyed gullible.
For all these pandering on the low, he's the one laughing all the way to the bank. People like to live vicariously off these things really.
*For more reference about LC get a copy of Giant Robot issue # 43 yr 2006 and if you can get hold also of a rare copy of Lunar Landing issue #i forgot, the punk issue.
People will always tend to over-react moreso if that stems from an extreme disdain from a certain voice. Not meaning to distill and delude popular opinion, it will probably help a great deal to first read between the lines of a review or perhaps go over and around some certain terms that were used. Take for instance the word "abject". Abject is defined on the MSword word search as " 1)miserable - allowing no hope of improvement or relief; 2) humble - extremely or excessively humble, for example in making an apology or request; 3) despicable - utterly despicable or contemptible; its synomous to the ff: hopeless, miserable, wretched, dismal, horrible, utter. That was how one reviewer wrote of LC's work which is actually quite apt. There's nothing sublime about B-movies, scatology, jeepney graffix and porn. (although how he wrote it, he's like shocked himself, but there's nothing to be shocked about it really if one's surrounded by such stuff everyminute of one's existence).
I would think that LC is even more SR than most SRs would claim to be even if he won't admit it or even adamant to even realize it himself. Horror vacui is so very Pinoy. LC is just describing in graphic detail that cramped, horrid feeling. He's just painting from the gutter. And he doesn't really care and doesn't even pretend to aspire for trascendence. Sometimes, his symmetric compositions still end up looking like vomit. But what of it? MO paints shit and even alludes his painting process as an excretory exercise. AAT once conceptualized a show about her dog's poop preceding a show about cakes. JO's paintings oftentimes end up looking like shit. Painting itself is very much like shit anyway. Manzoni canned his and sold them to the moneyed gullible.
For all these pandering on the low, he's the one laughing all the way to the bank. People like to live vicariously off these things really.
*For more reference about LC get a copy of Giant Robot issue # 43 yr 2006 and if you can get hold also of a rare copy of Lunar Landing issue #i forgot, the punk issue.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Literally Missing From The Cranium
An unsolicited text message from somewhere :
"Staring at Nona Garcia's film noir coated paintings (west gallery) is like visiting G. Richter's 'Betty', portraits on 'Go big time' size while gigantum catastrophic scene & vast blue sky on miniatures. Familiar simulacrum retrofits strangely formats.Strangely familiar - mimicry vis a vis monumentality."
I haven't been to Nona's show so it made this all the more alien to me....
Maybe the texter meant :
1) Nona's photorealist style is as impeccable as Richter
2) That while having the talent for such ability, literally anything can be painted with as much pathos as a strand of hair backlit by a photographic solar flare
3) Such paintings are really a total display of skill, much more if it's done large scale, hence, the greater the drama, the pathos....
4) Hence, there's more to be raked in.....
5) or it's all just chuvaness.....
Sheessshh......that's why I equate art criticism even the seemingly harmless art review as an assassin's job - nobody wants to do it but someone has to do it for the ff reasons :
1) so no one would think that he/she is an utter genius.
2) so the market would know what kind of art to buy
3) so everyone would know what the hell he/she is doing with their own lives, like is it really worth it at all or not at all (but still everything that one reads should not be taken as gravely nor as lightly)
4) so your mom and dad would see that all your loafing around means something ....
But even if I saw the said exhibit, I still would be scratching my head saying d...uh?!...and then forget all about it....
Everyone's prodding me to go write about this and that show, or seriously consider writing art reviews but I hate theory as hell. Sure I've read some of it, some I slept through and just forced myself to read them, even just the text, even reading them out loud attempting to imbibe comprehension...in the end, they just mask with fluttery jargon what is already obvious....art is what you make of it, either through ass lickin or through faux naif heroics...especially now when metaphors can just mean whatever....
"Staring at Nona Garcia's film noir coated paintings (west gallery) is like visiting G. Richter's 'Betty', portraits on 'Go big time' size while gigantum catastrophic scene & vast blue sky on miniatures. Familiar simulacrum retrofits strangely formats.Strangely familiar - mimicry vis a vis monumentality."
I haven't been to Nona's show so it made this all the more alien to me....
Maybe the texter meant :
1) Nona's photorealist style is as impeccable as Richter
2) That while having the talent for such ability, literally anything can be painted with as much pathos as a strand of hair backlit by a photographic solar flare
3) Such paintings are really a total display of skill, much more if it's done large scale, hence, the greater the drama, the pathos....
4) Hence, there's more to be raked in.....
5) or it's all just chuvaness.....
Sheessshh......that's why I equate art criticism even the seemingly harmless art review as an assassin's job - nobody wants to do it but someone has to do it for the ff reasons :
1) so no one would think that he/she is an utter genius.
2) so the market would know what kind of art to buy
3) so everyone would know what the hell he/she is doing with their own lives, like is it really worth it at all or not at all (but still everything that one reads should not be taken as gravely nor as lightly)
4) so your mom and dad would see that all your loafing around means something ....
But even if I saw the said exhibit, I still would be scratching my head saying d...uh?!...and then forget all about it....
Everyone's prodding me to go write about this and that show, or seriously consider writing art reviews but I hate theory as hell. Sure I've read some of it, some I slept through and just forced myself to read them, even just the text, even reading them out loud attempting to imbibe comprehension...in the end, they just mask with fluttery jargon what is already obvious....art is what you make of it, either through ass lickin or through faux naif heroics...especially now when metaphors can just mean whatever....
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