The other day I Mireia and I had dinner with none other than Swoon, Blu, and Jorge Rodriquez Gerada, which for me is like sharing a meal with Picasso, Rembrandt, and Dali. Better really, because the bony corpses of the long dead don’t make such witty dinner banter. In case you ignore street art, here is some examples of their work.
The Infuencers is responsible for bring them together in one place, it’s this the kind of festival that renews my love of Barcelona.
Now that street art is being legitimized I think we should take the offensive and lobby for the illegalization of corporate and elitist conceptual art. Throw away the key for people who make meaningless orange steel blobs. Straight to the hoosegow for the artists whose work, if removed from a perfectly empty white box, would be indistinguishable from random debris.
Usually when I’m in a museum or gallery my back hurts. I’ve polled other people, and they say the same thing. I think our backs probably hurt all the time, it’s just that fancy art spaces are sensory deprivation tanks, stripped of all stimulus to give weight to the underwhelming work on display. Because there is nothing else to notice, we become suddenly aware of something that is normally just background static….. gravity’s effect on our bodies.
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amazing – had never seen that muto work thanks for posting.
hey old man, sounds like you’re having a good time. tell the lovely mir eia i said, “‘owdy.”
i think i know (of) this blu character; isn’t he the guy who did the piece of the blue whale made from hundred dollar bills?
i was pretty jealous for obvious reasons.
been listening to your latest. love the intro especially.
it’s good. really good.
i hope you’re smart enough to be proud of yourself. i sure am. of you, i mean.
life is good here.
working on the latest degenerate art ensemble project.
we go to nyc in april for a residency at the new museum in manhattan.
it’s not all orange balls indiscernible from garbage, but it will be pretty abstractly formidable.
but then if it’s not your language it’s all pretty incomprehensible at times, no?
sculpture and architecture seem like pretty dead end zones to me.
even given some of the miracles they work in vegas, shanghai and dubai.
i can’t think of a sculpted edifice that’s moved me in the last many years really that wasn’t so far out it defied the contract linguistic that beckons sculpture from the mind to the lips.
humannequins perhaps?
i read about this dancer back in the 70s who made a box the size and near form of a casket.
he stood in it for a few hours.
then he got out and stood there for a few hours.
get it? he said he “dancing the box.”
that’s what i think of as interesting sculpture for the last 30 years.
i’m also losing all interest in painting whether done by brush, quill or spray can.
it just seems so ordinary.
like how almost every street in berlin automatically has trees planted on it by the fucking housing counsels.
predictable and eventually boring.
i’d rather that people jack hammer the streets and create imaginary portals to hell for inattentive drivers to collude down.
if pollack is the last great master of painting for the 20th century then i would call that a painting, too.
and he was the last person with anything intelligent or interesting to do with the matter, no doubt about it.
i don’t even get why people are so excited by most modern art.
we don’t even live in the modern world.
we don’t even know what world we live in.
quantum entaglement anyone?
where the fuck are we when magic really works.
hell, it’s realer than post-contemporary traditional dance.
isn’t it?
here’s some art for you to check out if you want some shit that really bypasses the ordinary:
xu zhen from china
chtodelat.org
and one of my favorites of late, koki tanaka (http://kktnk.com/video.html) simple gestures is the first video.
caught that in seoul last year at a massive arts exhibition.
these are just brief glimpses of deeper reckonings.
if you want to know more, as always, you’ll have to look for it.