WWJD?
WTF?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Re+Arts Update...
Song- Homage a Antar (from Ziad Antar's brilliant "Wa" seen at The New Museum's The Generational: Younger Then Jesus. Review to follow, but it wasn't pretty.
Marilyn Minter: glamour girl.
The reason I know it was only one semester was that I thought she was a horrible teacher, and I made sure to switch out when I had the chance. I thought she was way too self-absorbed and only interested in what fit into her seemingly narrow parameters of what could be considered art. My most vivid memory of her is a heated discussion she had with a classmate, where she flat-out tells him if he continues to make the paintings he did, he would never be shown in any real gallery.
Ouch.
I can't see her work without being reminded of that episode. And whether or not her work in this show was "real" enough for a "real" gallery, i have no clue. I still don't know what the hell that means. But whatever it means, it sure as hell is working for her. I don't know about the work, but she's incredibly successful. Her patented mix of high-gloss fashion with high-gloss irony heavily slathered in pervy sex POV close-up shots is the kind of shiny shit rich white people love to feel guilty about. I actually watch porn, which is why I don't tend to give much of her work a second glance.
But I'm also flat broke, so I'm sure it won't effect Marilyn one bit.
Marilyn Minter
Green Pink Caviar
Salon 94 Freemans
NYC
thru 6/13
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
How did I miss this one?!?
Apparently Cindy Sherman's ex-lover Paul Hasegawa-Overacker made a movie about her. "Guest of Cindy Sherman". This is news to me. It stopped playing last week, after debuting at the Tribeca Film Festival and having a short stint at a small theater on 12th street.
So I haven't seen the movie, but the review that it's gotten is pretty hysterical. This article http://www.prospect.org/cs/articles?article=portrait_of_misogyny calls the movie "a creepy, cringe-inducing rehash of a relationship's failure, told through intimate home-movie footage and the annotations of friends." Sounds like something right up my alley.
I'm not going to lie, I'm a complete fan of bitter lovers making art about their horrible experiences with love and relationships (hell it's what I do!) The review also says "insofar as shoving a camera in an artist's face at a public gallery opening and not getting the finger can be called "access", Hasegawa-Overacker had it"
In all honesty, I wish I had the balls to shove a camera in some people's faces. Will I ever be in the same room with Chuck Close, Richard Tuttle, and Alex Katz ever again? I mean, you can't hate the guy for having guts.
So the articles and reviews that I have read all go on and on about how sexist the film is, and how terrible it is that Hasegawa-Overacker used this "personal" footage, but I guess in the end I'm thankful that someone would take the time to make a film like this.
It raises a lot of questions. Can what Michael and I are doing in galleries be considered journalism? Is it guerrilla journalism? Are we just two wanna-be-critics? Did Hasegawa-Overacker know what he was doing when he was taking all this footage? Had he planned all along to manipulate the footage later, to show of his "insider" information? To prove a point that Cindy Sherman is a minority in an art world full of alpha males?
In what ways are Michael and I comparable to Hasegawa-Overhacker? Are Michael and I outsiders on the inside? There I was plump and dumpy in my purple sweater and flip flops, waving my camera around like a tourist in Time Square, standing in a room full of wealthy white men, and darling mousy women in their cocktail dresses. I could spew the statistics of how discriminated against female artists are, but I don't know if that's even relevant to this discussion.
Who isn't discriminated against? Women getting mad at men for making movies about female artists doesn't make any sense. Shouldn't "we" be happy that finally someone is paying attention, even if it is just an ex-lover? A film about a female artist is a film about a female artist, at least she has that. How many films have been made about Warhol, and Basquiat, and Christo, and Andy Goldsworthy, and Donald Judd and ect.? For what.... "Frida"?
I haven't seen the movie yet, but I'll just go ahead and say I'm thankful that it's been made and people should stop bitching about how misogynist it is and do something to actually work towards change. We can all sit on our asses and blog about how unappreciated female artists are, but who's going out there and making the movie about it?
Get it? Got it? Good.
Furthur Information:
Official Website
IMDB (Internet Movie Database for those of you who are living under a rock)http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0443524/
New York Post (hahahahahahaha!)
utne magazine (which if you're not familiar with you should be)
The American Prospect
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Performanctallation
Performanctallation: Chewed up and Spit out
Art School Eats Paper.
Students draw on it, professors grade on it, attendance is taken on it, bills are printed on it, contracts are signed on it, it's used, discarded, shredded, and recycled.
In my installation I use the byproduct of discarded documents from the office I'm employed at and arranged it in my installation sight to create an undulating organism. The life of a document is temporary, just as the life of a sight specific installation; in the same way that I relocated resources from one area of my life (work) into another(art) to transform what once was trash into art, in my performance I transform what once was art, back into trash.
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