Roll’n Like a River…..

Today I had a look at a pretty dam fine book. It’s new to the library at uni but no one is likely to get it for a while as everyones re-calling it. It’s a restrospective of pretty much every piece of work Vito Acconci has ever made. 500 pages of pure genius. So to fix the problem of waiting I just bought it off Amazon, worth it just for its endless inspiration.

Some video stills from my performance ‘Space Equation’ last friday night at Strathnairn

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Silvia Saint, Bacon and Roza

Another bang’n night of tunes and dancing. I’m not really sure how long this can keep going, well my ankle anyway. Silvia Saint (the fuck burgerz + tarquin) cranked out a great set tonight at Roza’s 21st. Not long after the second band started bacon rolled in the drive way, 1/2 after that bacon x2 rolled in the drive way and that was the end of the tunes.

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Zaney…….Ooopps!!!

snaps from a performance at school day other…..

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Watashi wa Nihon ga Dai Suki

Yesterday Yuko received a package from Japan. In the package was also some goodies for me, food of course. Yuko’s Mum sent me two packets of Green Been chips, a Melon Bun and a story about the Bamboo Princess which I learned about on an outing to Koudaiji Temple to see the beautiful Autumn gardens last year, oh how I miss Japan and the freedom.

This equated to a tasting frenzy;

Bun….

…then Chips….

…then a little read about the Bamboo Princess.

I’ve been thinking about my work alot lately and it’s coming along ok. Actually getting a few things done at school which is working out well combined with my Performances.

I’m not making art to try and convey a message directly to the viewer, firstly I am making art so that people can better understand me and so that I can better understand myself. I want people to see things the way I do. I feel aesthetics are of little importance as they often distort perception and perspectives of those over powered by it. Anyway aesthetics vary from person to person. Where as I might find a garbage laden street aesthetically pleasing others find it repulsive.

I tend to enjoy ephemeral elements in art and life. Moments that leave a lingering taste ‘so to speak’ but can’t quite be relived or experienced, moments you can feel, taste and even see but never experience quite the same. Something like clouds floating across the sky each with it’s own level of importance, some more than others but that shape, that speed and the density can never be exactly the same again.

In life I find we situate ourselves around areas/spaces of activity. These spaces are given a level of importance dependent upon the activity, but this activeness often hides a more pure form in ‘distraction’. This ‘distraction’ keeps us from our most subconsciously feared emotion, ‘boredom’.

If your free tomorrow night come and support us at Strathnairn, it’s worth the drive even if it is just to get some fresh air;

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5000 Good Ones

So I’ve started to work on my report about my art practices/influences etc. for the end and I’ve been looking at alot of artists. One artist that interests me is Dennis Openheim

Below he can be seen in performance piece ‘Parallel Stress, 1970. The top image shows him at the point of extreme stress after he has been bridging the gap for 10 mintues. The bottom image shows the artist free of strain. It is Openheim’s consumption of abnormal space and the bridging of distances that is of most interest to me. The way in which they reference time is something to consider also. It is these 3, spacial consumption of an abnormal nature, distance and time that are big referencing points for my work this year.

Througout my life I have found myself looking back on ephemeral moments with the upmost importance, turning points in my life, good times and bad times and spaces and places. Thus I am finding the creation of ephemeral elements in my work this year to be very important and self satisfying. No amount of documentation can re-create these moments (my performances) or the live sound recordings.

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Nobody Knows

‘Nobody Knows’ the best film I have seen this year. It helps that it’s in Japanese as I found myself fondly reminiscing of my times in Japan. A great story and really well acted by first time actors. It makes ‘Lost in Translation’ look like puss. Actually ‘Lost in Translation’ is a really bad depiction of what it’s actually like in Japan I feel.

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Had a mad night last night, started off with the Drill Hall opening with good cheese and wine and then carried on over to Knightsbridge ‘yuppie palace’ but everyone was being all clicky with this big cirlce of people that couldn’t be penetrated. So we had a few drinks and blew that place to see a band at the church bar and then finished off the night with 2 solid hours dancing to some very fine 80′s tracks at Toast

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Here’s a mad mix tape worth the download by Kelly Burns a New York street artist who I had the pleasure of meeting while I was in Tokyo once.

f#%^&king ankle

bit of an ongoing injury this one, started back in my athletics days in my teens when I was covering up to 40km a week. basically the tendons/ligaments holding my ankle together actually aren’t therefore it sprains quite regularly and badly (3x this year already) so the latest incident sore me go down in the backyard last sunday,

the result

so the specialist tells me it’s time for an ankle operation and I won’t be able to walk properly for 6 weeks, aaaaarrghhhh no more karaoke ;oP

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anyway here’s another more recent track from Carl Stone ‘the master of live electronic sampling’ Boo-Dop – from Acid Karaoke 1996

Some Txt I Like

According to the current tenets of critical theory, the viewer of art, the reader of text, the audience of a film or a theatre production are all performers, since our live, immediate responses to an art work are essential to the completion of the work. Even the lecturer or the critic “performs” a text, allowing each reader to insert her or his own social, economic, psychological, and educational experience between the lines. In this way, we are all activists, never more passive recipients of the material of culture; we are kinetic collaborators in the construction of ideas.

I knew I was a performorist type of person but now I realise I’m never not performing.

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Also download this very early track from Carl Stone – Dong II Jang, played in 1982. This guy is the originator of electronic sampling. When you listen to this just remember that your mouse has more memory than his computer did in ’82.

More Tracks from Carl Stone Soon…..

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what a weekend

party on saturday night consisted of wine, a kissing booth, writing your name with your bum (as a dance move) and the limbo

$1? what a steal!!!

style’n

ouch!!!

1,2,3.floor

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