We struggle through life constantly trying to find each other with plaintive cries of Marco and Polo. We convene for pots of tea and discussions about everything and nothing. Somehow goats found their way into our repartee. There promises to be no logic to our content, just bits and pieces that we find on our travels.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

In the morning light.

Someone bought me coffee in bed this morning so I've had no reason to get up and into the world. It is raining outside and I'm enjoying blankets ands warmth and pretending that this is all. This is the soundtrack to my morning

Dreamy Cat Power, Sea of Love

Dire Straits - Romeo and Juliet - Most Ridiculous Eighties Music Video Ever.

And a Song Just For Days Like Today - The Go Betweens - Spring Rain

Now I must extricate myself to walk to work in the rain.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Lust for an Era Gone

Recently I've been ill, and thus have spent much too much time lying in bed doing not a whole lot more than sleeping in, drinking tea and watching too many DVDs. Among that in which I have indulged has been the luscious 1981 series of Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited. A delicious romp through interwar England draped in thinly veiled homoeroticism.

Lord Sebastian Flyte and Charles Ryder, Young Love, Ain't it Sweet?

Too much time soaked in such a world has left me imagining the coming springtime tinged with a hint of a bygone era.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Isn't It A Lovely Day To Get Caught In The Rain?*

Once upon a time I grew up in an overgrown and sprawling city called Sydney. I left home five years ago and visit sporadically, however, this time going back it now feels like I am a visitor. I know my way around in a way I think I shall never forget, yet somehow it is not my city anymore. In three days I had six months of catching up to do, seeing people and making sure that I had a chance to have a look at what is happening in art in Sydney. Having forgot my phone charger and having a useless phone I was confronted with the fragility of communication in a digital age, I lost a lot of my chances to co-ordinate seeing people and instead threw myself with vigour and vim in to the art side of things. From the people I did see there was much grumbling about bad weather. I can say for certain it is not half as cold as dearest Canberra yet it is inarguably damp, a sort of indecisive rain coming and going all the time with those occasional moments of splintered bright shiny/reflecting everywhere sunlight only possible on wet days. I was so heartened that I was not the only eager art fan. It may have been an excuse to be indoors, or perhaps school holidays, but everywhere that I went was packed full of people engaged in contemporary art. Fuck yeah.

First discovery of the adventure was that Mondays are a bad day for art. Drifting back memories of foreign travels and finding oneself in the wrong city on the wrong day with nothing but closed signs. My art-history compatriots and I attempted several abortive art adventures; attempts at Carriageworks, Dank Street Galleries and White Rabbit all thwarted. Oh well, the only possible solution was a deliciously restorative pub lunch steak and a beer.

Somewhere along the way I got Ruby Tuesday stuck in my head… Who could pin a name on you when you change with every new day? Tuesday, the sort of day for an island adventure. We very nearly missed the ferry taking us on a bumpy rainy day ride across the harbour to Cockatoo Island. Once a prison and then a ship building hub, now it is equal parts history and hot arts venue. Since 2008 it has been one of the key exhibition areas of the Biennale of Sydney. Two winters ago I spent many days out there as a volunteer, freezing, and wandering around absorbing the ambience of the island. I sort of think a bit of blustery rainydayness suits such a caper. But I digress. The 2010 Biennale has been called Songs of Survival: The Beauty of Distance in a Precarious Age. It touches on the condition of our age, caught somewhere between the end of post-colonialism and the collapse of hyper-consumerism, stretched taught between all the ends of the globe.

I really enjoy work that says hell to occupational health and safety, fuck the sanctity of protection. We live in a dangerous and unprotected world, why not extend this to our cultural experience? The whole of Cockatoo island is full of things to fall over and fall in and hundred years of leaching industrial chemicals. Kader Attia’s piece Kasbah takes this to the extreme. A section of the large turbine hall has been floored with found pieces from shanty towns, recreating the vista of rooves from above, stretching for about 50 by 20 metres.

Kader Attia, Kasbah, 2010

The rooves are complete with abandoned tyres and bricks and stretching-to-heaven television aerials. The audience are invited to roam over the whole structure. The experience is caught somewhere between the freedom of runnin’ an a jumpin’ childhood escapade and the feeling of the biennale’s titular precariousness. The surface is uneven and each roof edge is sharp corrugated iron. There are high eves with steep slopes. Every step feels like it might end in falling over and injury. Reaching one end of the field you realise there is no way out but to go back again. Looking down you attempt to imagine a property underneath, stretching the size of the house and creating its inhabitants. The shanty town is particular to Attia’s nomadic experience growing up in Africa and but could be any number of places from that continent to Asia or South America.

The island was overtaken by a slew of video work, which in general I have little patience for. However I was drawn in by the work of Guatemalan Regina José Galindo, whose arresting and repulsing film Confesión showed her being forcibly drowned and ripped from a tin drum of water, speaking to the experience of far too many of her countrywomen. Saturation was a theme with the multi-channel work of both AES + F’s Feast of Trimalchio and Isaac Julien’s vision of China and diaspora in Ten Thousand Waves 2010. Both are mesmerising.

scene from AES + F's Feast of Trimalchio, 2009

Feast is a reinterpretation of the Satyricon reworked as a gluttony of excess and subversion, old and young clamouring for youth on exercise bikes, tennis courts and skis, being pampered and massaged, gorging and drinking.

scene from AES + F's Feast of Trimalchio, 2009

The world is a dream-like confluence of tropical island paradise and palatial ski resort. In which the multicultural cast swap their marks of identity; Caribbean men clad in Chinoiserie shirts, all at one time or another but servant and master. The hyper-reality is undercut by a purposeful digital transparency in which each artificial manipulation is evident. Others picks of the island include Roger Balen and Shen Shaomin. Before I move on, there is a little mystery that is niggling at me. I really like this video piece, it was on the lower island, yet it appears nowhere on the website or the guide as far as I can find. Absent from the map. It showed two sweaty men playing table tennis, their scores counted by an old fashioned plastic flip chart. This goes on for a while until the camera pans to reveal that there is no net, instead anaked woman caught in the midst of the game, bruised by the balls that hit her. An allegory of war, I suppose. The best I managed was to find this picture, once again without info.

Mystery work, photo via Jamie Williams

Enough art adventuring for now, more to come.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Is This Real Life?

Today looked like this


And I went to the dentist then spent a lot of the day saying
I got woot canal

and making David after dentist jokes


Sometimes crappy days are worth it just for the excuse to lie in bed, drink tea and watch movies

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Bang.


You'll Never See a Dark Cloud Hanging Round Me

When it is cold outside and you're surrounded by a teetering pile of highlighted journal articles, strewn about books and three day old coffee cups there is nothing left to do except turn to cheesy cheesy music and dance around the house like a maniac. To that end here are some of my favourite dirty secret music loves.

Dancing around in the morning, coffee cup in hand

Rainy day song.

Ignore the christianity and just dance like a fool

Anywhere, anytime of the day, always.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Livin' in an 8 bit world

This week saw the thirtieth birthday of Pacman and to celebrate Google turned their logo into a playable version of the game. It was estimated that the time spent playing by bored workers around the world wasted 4.8 million hours of worktime equivalent to $120, 483, 80 of lost productivity.


In the spirit of 8-bit procrastination I came across this excellent short film 'Pixels' by the very talented Mr Patrick Jean.


and this, I couldn't resist.


and for Alex, some real chiptune


Enjoy.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Pro Cras Ti Nation.

The internet, oh boy the internet, all the places you'll go when you're trying to not do whatever it is you're meant to be doing.

Looking at things that are sort of not terribly exciting, but suddenly mesmerising. Like this


Wow.

And this


arrived at after watching Ice, Ice Baby and then Vanilla Ice AKA Robert Van Winkle apologise for all the shitty music he made.

And this, to top it all off and sum it all up


Friday, April 23, 2010

A Confrontation.


Right now I am doing lots of research into environmental art and I've come across something I just had to share.

In 1982 Agnes Denes, a Hungarian born, American land artist re-appropriated an abandoned block in New York City and used it to plant a field of wheat. Underneath the towers of the World Trade Centre, with the help of two assistants and a group of volunteers she cleaned up the city detritus, created an irrigation system and grew the wheat. She successfully created a pocket of countryside in the midst of one of the world's most urban environments.

Lady Liberty behind the field

In doing so, Denes reached that elusive moment in art: Creating an iconic and powerful image that became emblematic for a movement. The work is known as 'Wheatfield, Battery Park City - A confrontation.'

Agnes in her wheat field.

The work attempted to communicate messages regarding the management of resources and the scarcity of food in an ever more over populated world as well comment on the divisions of space that we have constructed in the modern age. I like the vibrancy of the work and the reclamation of apparently dead space. It draws attention to the potential of life in an environment that is often considered barren and unnatural. The wheat that she grew was given to the horses in the cavalry of the New York City Police. As well seeds from her crop travelled around the world in 'The International Show for the End of World Hunger.'

Harvest

The work was recreated in 2009 in conjunction with the Barbican show 'Radical Nature' on a disused railway line in Dalston, East London. This time it was accompanied by a mill and a bakery to turn the product of the work into bread to share. However, as Madeleine Bunting asks in her essay for the Royal Society of Arts, Art and Climate, the project was ambitious and possibly missed its mark. The project took place in a non-art space, yet still failed to reach widely beyond the scope of an art audience. Is it the prerogative of art in contemporary society to engage in community building? Bunting cites Tim Smit's project Big Lunch Project as more successful. Smit simply asks that neighbours sit down together to share food that they have grown and talk. This too, by encouraging home grown food, asks city dwellers to consider how the food that they have eaten comes about and to share that experience.

It is interesting to see how community participation and sustainability are being used as motifs in contemporary art. More to come.

Friday, April 2, 2010

The Post It Post

Post-It notes are pretty great.


The Products of My Coursework research


Interior Decoration Possibility?

8-Bit Design Genius


How I fear I'll end up by the end of this year.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Patterns

I think I mentioned a couple of posts ago that I really like patterns. I still remember being in kindergarden and getting piles of shapes and colours to rearrange. Maybe that's where it all started. Here are a few things that appeal to that same sense of aesthetic organisation and pleasure.



Florence Broadhurst's Wallpaper


Woah.

Hello, hello and hello. And sincerest apologies. So summer came and went. Autumn is here. How to explain the absence for a whole season? Um. Well mostly to blame is the lack of internet either in mine or Marco's life. I did it, I finally found a lovely little apartment and moved house. However, that resulted in a long fight with phone companies to get a line connected and thus only in the next couple of weeks will there be internet at my disposal to complement my hearty love of procrastination.

This isn't a real post, not just yet. I thought we'd just warm up with a little goat action.

Eagle vs. Mountain Goat.

Ouch.

Enjoy.