tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-154599482024-03-07T15:26:55.988-06:00speaking of ashesAshes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.comBlogger399125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-60799962427313539472010-01-12T17:54:00.000-06:002010-01-12T17:54:14.924-06:00Department of "Stick to sawing animals in half, please."<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.galeriahilariogalguera.com/dhdt.html" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="damien hirst mexico" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSzsQezELtU9EkL_QHnb5QMq8soMcprNBHMHmSAA4j9nZp_paCL-2tdw9vwJ_NmnA30UsKGFp5utFVFUfmE_OHz-yaFdSd3pTGejXYN677X5HxBNoRhzI1GIMgApzZkf6EJuXS4Q/s640/herst.jpg" /></a><br />
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<blockquote>...his evolutionary criticism provides a fresh lens through which readers can critically engage with art. But, more significantly, he provides scientific justification for practitioners working to save art from the financial chopping block. Esoteric arguments for art in education, the value of play in schools, creativity in the workforce and in communities now can rest upon a biocultural theory that states such practices “aid the evolution of cooperation and the growth of human mental flexibility”<br />
</blockquote><blockquote>Written on the book jacket is the statement that the ability to hold an audience’s attention is the fundamental challenge facing all storytellers. Later in the book, Boyd says “works of art need to attract and arouse audiences before they mean” <br />
</blockquote>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-31743155859668081492009-11-09T00:31:00.000-06:002009-11-09T00:31:44.557-06:00barely have time to think straight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i369.photobucket.com/albums/oo139/thisisdf_com/november%20studies/paintingsnovember026.jpg?t=1257747069" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://i369.photobucket.com/albums/oo139/thisisdf_com/november%20studies/paintingsnovember026.jpg?t=1257747069" width="152" /></a><br />
</div>So - yes - I barely have time to think. Teaching english, trying to get 3 other blogs to turn over a little change, and painting a lightening streak. <br />
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You can see <a href="http://studioofashes.blogspot.com/">some of them over in the studio</a>, though I am cooking up a bunch of different ways that these ones are going to be seen. Heh, no, no galleries, no art fairs, no competitions.<br />
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I guess I have made it about impossible - but that is part of the fun isn't it?Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-90446090759021958292009-07-28T16:22:00.004-05:002009-07-28T16:25:40.979-05:00Tacuba<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bl_FHLNcBZgR43RONBgzUCyO0MFo1eMxNfo-X7PTD9KB1OC0iUCwByfYekse01JCp9Sieh_zG2SpoTF6us1S2HZyumTizCQQKsAMhBQ_Wx0KfhizaGxcVajSj8XF99h3uS_HvQ/s1600-h/IMG00195.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bl_FHLNcBZgR43RONBgzUCyO0MFo1eMxNfo-X7PTD9KB1OC0iUCwByfYekse01JCp9Sieh_zG2SpoTF6us1S2HZyumTizCQQKsAMhBQ_Wx0KfhizaGxcVajSj8XF99h3uS_HvQ/s400/IMG00195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363624711729980386" border="0" /></a><br />If you're really hungry for Ashes... I'm now blogging at <a href="http://expmexico.com/">ExpMexico.com.</a> See <a href="http://expmexico.com/2009/07/tacuba-land-of-flowers/">my latest post - which is - believe it or not - art related here. </a><br /><a href="http://eldefe.com/2009/07/28/un-gringo-en-tuh-koo-bah-si-tacuba/"><br />Puedes leerla en español aquí.</a>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-2482745654774851762009-05-19T18:42:00.009-05:002009-05-20T01:24:01.598-05:00nothing says "i'm puking" like getting the ArtForum International newsletter in my email!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLsx2SPHcmtQiDa7Ts4VQiaogEDYPfNHtfyWM7OP_4NZ7oEMQ7jGZuD141aYVwYwxh6QXHaZkJvKzCN-i-I2RtbReVk50FXdXsehTiRrEIEfu1mkBrXLxm_It2lYziZkSbeI9y3w/s1600-h/cap736.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLsx2SPHcmtQiDa7Ts4VQiaogEDYPfNHtfyWM7OP_4NZ7oEMQ7jGZuD141aYVwYwxh6QXHaZkJvKzCN-i-I2RtbReVk50FXdXsehTiRrEIEfu1mkBrXLxm_It2lYziZkSbeI9y3w/s400/cap736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337687951192442098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />It actually says "Heh heh" in the banner of the newsletter. I wonder if they learned that on "heh heh - Wall Street?"</span><br /><br />So, i opened the thing up and it starts this way:<br /><br /><p></p><blockquote>Nothing says drama like an auction; even when the market is low the theater is packed. Collectors, dealers, and art-world players swarmed to New York last week to watch (and even partake in) the proceedings; every step of the way was there, bringing updates from the scene.</blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">Ha ha, idiots. They'll even partake in it? How fascinating. What is wrong with these retards? </span>NOTHING - NO NOTHING - SAYS DRAMA LIKE MY FOOT UP YOUR LILLY WHITE PSEUDO INTELLECTUAL ASSES.<br /><br />Then at the bottom, (i guess i actually skipped the entire middle of the newsletter):<br /><blockquote>Ruben Ochoa has left a tantalizing amount of empty space beyond the piles of earth; the installation encourages curious viewers to pass beneath the hefty concrete. … READ ON.</blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">But that's not bad enough:</span><br /><blockquote>The sparse elements in Marc Camille Chaimowicz’s exhibition orchestrate a sparse lyricism that has surrealist overtones and a refined pop dandyism born of 1970s glam. … READ ON</blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">Nothing makes me want to read on - and on - and on - like <span style="font-weight: bold;">a refined pop dandyism.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I guess the third one isn't <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> bad.</span><br /><blockquote>“Rummaging,” the third installment of the Bonniers Konsthall’s yearly <em>salon de jeunesse</em>, focuses on artworks that reshape and reconfigure space. … READ ON </blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">I seriously doubt any space is being re-shaped much less reconfigured at <span style="font-style: italic;">salon de jeunesse...</span><br />BUT NOTHING - NOTHING - SOUNDS AS INANE TO ME AS THAT "READ ON." </span><br /><br />I am still not reading on - I WILL NEVER READ ON. <a href="http://speakingofashes.blogspot.com/2009/05/political-art-practice-has-to-stop.html">See my last post if you are interested in contemporary art. </a><div id="greasedLightboxOverlay"><div id="greasedLightbox"><img src="http://www2.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=15459948&postID=248274565477485176" id="greasedLightboxImage" /><div id="greasedLightboxCaption"></div></div></div><div id="greasedLightboxMenu"><a href="http://shiftingpixel.com/lightbox/" id="greasedLightboxTitleLink">Greased 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/><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://artmargins.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=364:review-of-boris-groys-qart-powerq&catid=112:book-reviews&Itemid=104"> - Daniel Miller's review of Boris Groy's "Art Power," in the current Art Margins. </a><br /></div>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-23269644914053217282009-05-16T08:09:00.004-05:002009-05-16T08:56:49.121-05:00dreaming of inclusion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecommons2.library.cornell.edu/web_archive/explore.cornell.edu/tour_landmarks/img/artsquad03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecommons2.library.cornell.edu/web_archive/explore.cornell.edu/tour_landmarks/img/artsquad03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />last night i was dreaming - no doubt because i was also listening to - the not at all disagreeable series of rambling lectures -Merriman's <a href="http://oyc.yale.edu/history/france-since-1871/">France Since 1871</a>- of something i haven't thought much of in a very long time - the feeling of absolute exclusion that most university experience left me with.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Somehow i'd ended up at some very private and expensive - but big and shopping mall styled - private university</span> - somewhere in the eastern United States. I seemed to be hanging around with a bunch of female students. There was a long sequence about boating or about being along a lake and all that i seem to recall there is that we were to be having some sort of fun - but i was not enjoying it at all. We were eyeing some very make shift and nearly abandoned boats that had been docked in a shallow area of the lake.<br /><br />In looking through some of the semi-permanently attached debris - things that had been stuck to some of the boats by the owners - so that the things would remain there, dry until the next season - i managed to find a book in which an envelope and maybe a pair of glasses had been inserted. A quick jab of a finger revealed that some crisp dollar bills were also in that book, and prying it loose, i was able to pocket exactly 16 dollars.<br /><br />This small victory was enough to convince my friends to abandon the boating idea, and with no other plan in site, we returned to the exclusive university area to which each of seemed very pleased to be returning. I am somewhat sure that i was essentially indifferent to the idea.<br /><br />There was this sort of quick local idea generated that the place to go was clearly to the sort of common area - which required a valid ID and god-knows what else - a thorough going-over by guards married to the idea that this was a very special place for the students and it shouldn't be sullied by the likes of me.<br /><br />Needless to say, they got right in. And as I don't normally carry "credentials" any more, the guards rejected the expired New York drivers license I really do keep in a bag that I only reluctantly carry. After some arguing - and i believe a guard had written down at least part of the social security number that I volunteered - i was swiftly and forcibly removed from the premises while - i can only assume - my friends were already cooling their first sips of cafe latte.<br /><br />At that - and here the logic becomes a little lost on me - i believe i travelled some 3 or 400 miles to somewhere to which i'd originally been heading but to which I was unable to gain entrance. Rather quickly and i believe against my will, i was returned to the area of this university where I explained my plight to a new and relatively established faculty member. He was somewhat more on the down-and-out side of things too and he carried the tools of his trade - a brief case and some books and papers - on a regular workman's dolly, a sort of a rough handtruck. He seemed to scoff at the idea of the guards escorting me out so abruptly and convinced me that there was a much easier way past some of the guards and by which i could be re-united with my companions.<br /><br />This involved a normal faculty entrance, some brief explanations to someone else and a detour through some of the more service related areas of the university/shopping complex, all the while dragging the handtruck. There was a period where I was waiting in a sort of a men's room/locker/changing area, though sure enough in not much time I was in fact reunited and more of the girls' plans could be discussed and realized. I believe it was night time by now.<br /><br />The plans included leaving the university mega-complex for some more remote location. Our new instructor would be accompanying us. In the elevator (?) somehow the idea of the safe-work place came up and the girls each reached into a purse or pocket to reveal a "safe work-place" sticker, some sort of university solidarity campaign they'd been working on. One girl's passport also bore a "Working Families" decal on the outside cover. I guess i rather snidely suggested that the place for the "safe work-place" sticker was on the outside of my totally fucked up right hand, something i also don't often dream about.Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-51842295581801798322009-05-11T03:04:00.008-05:002009-05-11T09:46:30.714-05:00On being and doing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRIvzl7xIoRlsZgjoPGGabM9OkmX9vhSXaEVY0D9bVl5s5Fpy3fb2lCQjCORWovtBT-GCLNogEKRyM-1ctu31ltsa8XlN5BG2HYtGIzROddtodkofGZiQFfG_DYaKvs4dPR7dbw/s1600-h/epidemia+091+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 481px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRIvzl7xIoRlsZgjoPGGabM9OkmX9vhSXaEVY0D9bVl5s5Fpy3fb2lCQjCORWovtBT-GCLNogEKRyM-1ctu31ltsa8XlN5BG2HYtGIzROddtodkofGZiQFfG_DYaKvs4dPR7dbw/s400/epidemia+091+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334476278624718146" border="0" /></a><br />So this question keeps rattling around in my head - maybe it has since 10 years ago or so...<br /><blockquote><br />Why would you want to go to a school where everyone is forced into an identity? Why would you want to be a part of that? Isn't art-school supposed to be totally individualistic and aren't you giving up pretty much all of your identity by being a part of it? </blockquote>Answering this one isn't getting any easier. People still think somehow art school is supposed to have been this liberating free-for-all where you really can't possibly learn anything - and yet somehow by mastering it - mastering the bullshit that art school is supposed to be - then somehow you survive with some sort of intact "being."<br /><br />It's a shame I guess. I never was asked to be anything. In some shitty American schools I guess there was a lot of pressure to be something. Be liberal - be strong - be independent minded - all of that nonsense which no one ever was anyway. Be pretentious.<br /><br />But I mean really. When I think about it - I was never asked to be anything - but I was asked to do a lot of things. That seems to be the difference between a school where you come out with an identity "intact" and one where you come out angry and ready to leap into the machine. Based on all the things I did - and what I learned from doing them - seems to me to have left me believing in my being - and identifying rather strongly with a particular group of artists whom - I gather - think much the same way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOeaK05vRYcbD5B0kSkb2pytBCIsI6yn0aWdSLsm4YXbHD3fNKS6RheFue6AA0Ji3878Wa1jGlc7r3cddvUI7j7d6dTPm8o0P9D7rmWlJst7VZhC0Q-x3km2MlH_LDtF2JfCjBw/s1600-h/epidemia+091+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 636px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaOeaK05vRYcbD5B0kSkb2pytBCIsI6yn0aWdSLsm4YXbHD3fNKS6RheFue6AA0Ji3878Wa1jGlc7r3cddvUI7j7d6dTPm8o0P9D7rmWlJst7VZhC0Q-x3km2MlH_LDtF2JfCjBw/s400/epidemia+091+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334478258024742722" border="0" /></a>On the other hand then - are the artists who got the degrees from the schools that give degrees - and who got no coaching in being or doing anything. Here and there are some interesting exceptions, but by and large they seem a pretty un-happy bunch, embittered by the system and angry at how thing are or are not going. Unlike me, who is largely indifferent, though I assume I probably sound somewhat embittered here - particularly since I only tend to write here when I am annoyed.<br /><br />But that's probably beside the point. I still think we are looking at a very serious crisis. 30 years of Reagan-thinking has not left the USA whole, it's not left the world in good shape and it's devastated what passes for thinking about art.<br /><br />Yeah - I am not embittered because I never made it in New York. I am embittered cause New York never made it in the world. Sure you can buy whatever art you want there, but you can't possibly buy the thinking. Quite simply - cause there isn't much left - there's really only buying now.<br /><br />So when I get asked if my "being" is compromised by "being" part of a cultish group of artists who all think the same - well I have to assume that the person asking hasn't looked at the alternative. The individual is, perhaps, more truly lost and more repulsively destructive than ever before in the past. That's not saying a lot for "being" free, for "being" creative, for "being" successful.<br /><br />If anything, being a free agent, being completely uncompromised by philosophical camaradery has left the whole arts community adrift in a sea of its own making, relishing its own irrelevance.<br /><br />These picture were not taken in New York City. 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/><p id="greasedLightboxLoadingText">Loading image</p><p id="greasedLightboxLoadingHelp">Click anywhere to cancel</p></div><div id="greasedLightboxError"><p id="greasedLightboxErrorMessage">Image unavailable</p><p id="greasedLightboxErrorContext"></p><p></p></div><img id="greasedLightboxPreload" /><img id="greasedLightboxPrefetch" />Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-62546223954714285812009-03-10T00:16:00.010-06:002009-03-10T16:30:51.491-06:00invisible places<span style="font-style: italic;">Below is based on the English version of the notes I took to the interview of the Radio Version of eldefe.com, they had to be pretty extensive as my spanish is not all that strong. <a href="http://eldefe.com/2009/03/10/lugares-invisibles/">The Spanish version will be published on eldefe later today</a>. When I get a link to the audio version, I will post a link to that also. Pepe conducted it and has a lot more to say than is evident here. The radio show is to be broadcast weekly and my segment is on Colonias Perdidas - more or less on hidden or lesser known places in and around the city, also the organizing principle of the website. There are <a href="http://speakingofashes.blogspot.com/2006/12/pantitlan-again.html">more</a> and better <a href="http://speakingofashes.blogspot.com/2006/12/pantitlan-revisited.html">photos of Pantitlan</a> around this blog also. </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYqY6JdNyuY5EhpvTWT75exg5lDWLAaqPA0qnMiP1w9FkBy0iDNguG4RJ5EV6QzO2o8yoc3_peqVlMAdqaF6uVj46YCGNXKzNl1uWqTZecfHiq6z-1CHfRc91yQap4J3pgx_z1g/s1600-h/060109Image022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYqY6JdNyuY5EhpvTWT75exg5lDWLAaqPA0qnMiP1w9FkBy0iDNguG4RJ5EV6QzO2o8yoc3_peqVlMAdqaF6uVj46YCGNXKzNl1uWqTZecfHiq6z-1CHfRc91yQap4J3pgx_z1g/s400/060109Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311603657316467410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Why are we talking about Pantitlan [<span style="font-style: italic;">again!</span>]? How did your experience of Pantitlan influence the development of eldefe.com?</span><br /><br />First thanks for having me on. I think it is worth saying up front that I studied art and painting and sculpture and that a very important part of that was always going to either really big exhibitions or really big institutions. I always had these few important events emphasized to me as if they were the ultimate in art experience. In particular the Bienale in Venice, Italy, and the Documenta Show in Germany.<br /><br />And of course I think almost every one that attends these events is bitterly disappointed by the level of accessibility and the kind of inside talking that goes on at any of them. All of the art is about these few cliques or clubs of artists and their snobby keepers, and there are of course some very un-interesting political controversies surrounding each show every year.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjr-_5M70VGmcvfI2lucMnjhRralC-maLnYjNuOQpJZRMXuuFb5NYG8MtpndozUn-85kJw5TaooJKbE46VUstJQPSV0-3uwKduT-CLLGf-5GOgLU2wxEbQ2VZ6ru5Y-Opj5EiCcw/s1600-h/22022009Image018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjr-_5M70VGmcvfI2lucMnjhRralC-maLnYjNuOQpJZRMXuuFb5NYG8MtpndozUn-85kJw5TaooJKbE46VUstJQPSV0-3uwKduT-CLLGf-5GOgLU2wxEbQ2VZ6ru5Y-Opj5EiCcw/s400/22022009Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311605468380615106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">C</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ómo descubriste Pantitlán? (how did u discover Pantitlan?)</span></span><br /></div>So when I got to Mexico, fresh from those kinds of shows I took a part time job a few mornings a week teaching english very near to the new Terminal 2 at the airport. Everyone told me - be very careful at Pantitlan - it's very dangerous. I got a little lost the first few times but I couldn't help but look at the place the same way I looked at Mass MOCA (Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art) - which is this huge government funded intervention, installing a massive museum into a collection of equally massive industrial buildings.<br /><br />The difference is of course, that the various <span style="font-style: italic;">tianguis</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">puestos</span> surrounding Pantitlan have real stuff, real people, and even situations and "happenings" that are ridiculous, absurd and sometimes beautiful. I mean for example, someone trying to move an enormous load on a <span style="font-style: italic;">diablito</span> that is too small, the dogs are sleeping where ever they like, and at various times one finds an entire puesto wrapped in it's plastic taurpalin and tied up in these tremendous knots of rope - exactly like a Christo sculpture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimfn8MBNASVIHT1iPMLMECp9p077AZvohcxu9JFwJIOZNgEGXou6gqY2-SsqJfcbVwISAorFzlKdZVCaXrWLSobTNVdMUW0lLZWmxhpYrbBz4ct7WOyEMM6zCs7stD5YkWmQJRAw/s1600-h/23022009Image008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimfn8MBNASVIHT1iPMLMECp9p077AZvohcxu9JFwJIOZNgEGXou6gqY2-SsqJfcbVwISAorFzlKdZVCaXrWLSobTNVdMUW0lLZWmxhpYrbBz4ct7WOyEMM6zCs7stD5YkWmQJRAw/s400/23022009Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311604050900184386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Qué sentiste la primera vez que caminaste por la estación y su entorno (How did it feel when u first walked it?)</span><br /><br />I mean, it is the very same feeling that I had at Mass MOCA - like - these buildings are great. Where is the art ? Mass MOCA like the Armory at Venice has some so/so art but the environment is just to die for, absolutely breathtaking and enormous. I mean, obviously, at Pantitlan one is in a bit more of a hurry than at a big museum, you're really not supposed to slow down at Pantitlan, even an airport will provide some more waiting rooms and places to relax.<br /><br />As a foreigner - of course I am always trying to negate my own suppositions and not to be too strong about forcing my opinions nor my beliefs onto new situations, but I think I was impressed by the ability of the people using Pantitlan to actually ignore Pantitlan. That seems to me to be a characteristic of people who routinely encounter the government or some of the enormous blunders that governments make. It's certainly something one sees in the east-bloc countries, and anywhere where the state has experimented in mega-architectural projects. Though of course, it's not only the state, I think quite clearly the 222 Reforma building is a good example of private companies going a bit overboard, creating a monstrous cavernous space. I think that Pantitlan will outlive 222 Reforma.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj7sCrxX-GkEN3GVp4Qm_kbz9tl2T0JKVOi1gI5mw9K1pAyzimoaDIkvNOg6Htyis4YfBr_-GnO7cmmiKWFpJn3vKsEaYiDaFaG1nEBoOB5zqhEifPbFQjPbGC4ADM83JOaMJZg/s1600-h/23012009Image011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQj7sCrxX-GkEN3GVp4Qm_kbz9tl2T0JKVOi1gI5mw9K1pAyzimoaDIkvNOg6Htyis4YfBr_-GnO7cmmiKWFpJn3vKsEaYiDaFaG1nEBoOB5zqhEifPbFQjPbGC4ADM83JOaMJZg/s400/23012009Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311604048879522178" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">i tuvieras que usar tres palabras para describir Pantitlan , cuáles serían (if u had to use 3 words to describe Pantitlan, which one would u pick?)</span></span><br /><br /><br />Abandoned, desolate, and Intricate on a massive scale. With all the people hurrying through there, it is really something notable how few people can actually occupy the place. It is virtually unoccupied. And yet there is an intricacy, you can see it in the puestos that line the corridors where people queue to board the buses and the micros. Every puesto can be treated like the next exhibit, and frankly, I go from one to the next just to see what will be there. The truly abandoned act like outdoor sculptures, maybe chained up, but certainly not uniform in their appearance. And one night I was very pleased to witness one puesto where two girls were selling about 30 packages of neatly arranged gum beneath a single bare lightbulb. It may very well have been that that gum was all they had to sell. Behind them glowed an altar to the virgin, I suppose with a red candle, and the entirety of the interior this puesto was painted a deep green. I don't believe I have ever been moved by anything at the Venice bienalle as I was with that scene.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCrnZF4tZovq4Hx5Dq0-hDO4ob0qnB18BEdOEef_rBthOOBkR71H0gLtqj-jVVZX7gWBv_jI_mbyzCsjr9B3vsfnPIzTtntzxGmlNSFQuUmMibEWI8q1N3dUjjGZz5K3hAgTSmA/s1600-h/13022009Image002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCrnZF4tZovq4Hx5Dq0-hDO4ob0qnB18BEdOEef_rBthOOBkR71H0gLtqj-jVVZX7gWBv_jI_mbyzCsjr9B3vsfnPIzTtntzxGmlNSFQuUmMibEWI8q1N3dUjjGZz5K3hAgTSmA/s400/13022009Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311605464712277330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Es poco usual que un gringo deambule por zonas como Pantitlán, si tuvieras que describirlo a otro gringo, qué dirías (is not that common that a gringo walks around Pantitlan, if u had to describe it to another gringo, what would u say?)</span><br /><br />Well obviously I think all my gringo friends are a bit tired of hearing about it. I tell them it is a massive public transportation facility, but one which is divided up like a modern or contemporary art facility (do we still call them museums?)<br /><br />It's easy to go there and get exactly what you hope to get from Contemporary Art, but without the same resentments and political misgivings that one gets from contemporary art.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Y</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> a un chilango? (and to a chilango?)</span></span><br />With Chilangos, I think I explain the same thing, and believe it or not, a lot of them actually do get what I am saying.<br /><br />One of the important things that I learned in studying painting and art was that we only need to move a very slight amount of awareness to a new place, whether it be in the body, as we do in meditation or some sort of awareness training. (I actually practice this a little bit in teaching languagge acquisition) - but the point is, even with a very slight increase in awareness, one can truly enact remarkable change. So even if 99% of chilangos think I am absolutely crazy, the 1% of people who do slow down and take a look - these people can end up having a positive effect that is way out of proportion to the effort or amount of actually difference. That is one of the underlying points of the website and the project we're undertaking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWE3mYrLdQJAT_z3nPCYMooZKRWRNaagHBzWqRD5gXiy2MFZwtnNCvJFfiCTrtTC84g61JLK24k1gnC_38Br_YIiFM3bHC2HVSPPCT9waEXbn751TT2wgCu84zVCDBz112XbwJMw/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWE3mYrLdQJAT_z3nPCYMooZKRWRNaagHBzWqRD5gXiy2MFZwtnNCvJFfiCTrtTC84g61JLK24k1gnC_38Br_YIiFM3bHC2HVSPPCT9waEXbn751TT2wgCu84zVCDBz112XbwJMw/s400/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311603093347237842" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Hay una estética de Pantitlán? (is there a Pantitlan asthetic?) cuál es? (how is it?)</span><br />oh an aesthetic? Of course that is entirely up to us. Sometimes we start with something small and make it enormous, and other times we start with a gigantic project, something we used to describe with words like "state-socialist, stalinist, or mega-moniacal" - and we now try to use aesthetics to make it more human, more approachable, more inhabitable. It really takes only the slightest adjustment to one's aesthetic sensibility to radically alter the perception that is experienced by many many other people. So let's call it an "aesthetic of recovery" in this case - recovery from a particular period of the twentieth century.Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-1217694439652717992009-03-09T23:54:00.005-06:002009-03-10T00:01:58.597-06:00new shopping mall being builtMy friend Daniel of <a href="http://www.danielallhkva.blogspot.com/">Sarvakarmafalatyaga fame</a> shot off some nice photos just the other day of the shopping mall being built over top of the Buenavista Rail Station. here they are.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWd62tOsad2a8CUJULRiT2oLomn_UgyYCWyOfuVy4Lj26LCt74hjhYqHsDXa5rlU2pyKCGGYqUCZYzjoAOgHl11e0uv60nmQDyeDfkIBSAoQ5QglmgZ7ZM-Ufz1G2wx5aS1_CCmA/s1600-h/5march+038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWd62tOsad2a8CUJULRiT2oLomn_UgyYCWyOfuVy4Lj26LCt74hjhYqHsDXa5rlU2pyKCGGYqUCZYzjoAOgHl11e0uv60nmQDyeDfkIBSAoQ5QglmgZ7ZM-Ufz1G2wx5aS1_CCmA/s400/5march+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311434238157599746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunfm2nSxJqpU9VC3kdwvHOwr2S1FovZhbwfbLB7hkAzQGTZSekhCUfRWCLqm6BUFi7mOuo7jS5vlZ8PK_jqeePRmJYIH0hCzIqmKzM6WhkGhRNKBzg5EzIQCjWnNNbUB0xnsz7Q/s1600-h/5march+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunfm2nSxJqpU9VC3kdwvHOwr2S1FovZhbwfbLB7hkAzQGTZSekhCUfRWCLqm6BUFi7mOuo7jS5vlZ8PK_jqeePRmJYIH0hCzIqmKzM6WhkGhRNKBzg5EzIQCjWnNNbUB0xnsz7Q/s400/5march+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311434229306130002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7bndw334LOXvfc-VYdoyK6q4DbW5EAT3ZwZP__aj8JBwPdTHuAx5-1cbjG26p32SnHKUO6rWqVe_JYtT4B_736d8pMr_GooXdxy6kG1-udJ4kFAOySvOjZKAaDEKhjKDSNgVJg/s1600-h/5march+051.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7bndw334LOXvfc-VYdoyK6q4DbW5EAT3ZwZP__aj8JBwPdTHuAx5-1cbjG26p32SnHKUO6rWqVe_JYtT4B_736d8pMr_GooXdxy6kG1-udJ4kFAOySvOjZKAaDEKhjKDSNgVJg/s400/5march+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311434244487908306" border="0" /></a>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-70625211422187928492009-03-09T22:38:00.004-06:002009-03-09T23:09:04.471-06:00should an artist have a website or a facebook profile?<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/news/watchmen-rorschach-poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 415px;" src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/news/watchmen-rorschach-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">or "<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">You guys are locked in here with ME.</span>"</span><br /></div><br />the age old question. It still seems to me that new york artists are the most power worshipping, ass-sucking losers. Continually they've got to worship the networks, NBC, CBS, ABC... "please please please let the rich people show up so i can be legitimate."<br /><br />But, like Republicans, they only become less legitimate. There aren't even stars anymore. It's like watching the Warhol guy in Watchmen, he's sort of Warhol. Then again, Warhol himself was probably only sort of Warhol. I suppose that's another story.<br />(Read the <a href="http://www.thehousenextdooronline.com/2009/03/watchmen.html">House Next Door's series</a> of <a href="http://www.thehousenextdooronline.com/2009/03/it-ejaculates-fire-watchmen.html">reviews if you are still thinking about Watchmen</a>, i am.)<br /><br />Eventually one ages and realizes that the only people who actually made it in New York were like some sort of permanently self-marketing marketing people. Sort of the marketing-variant of the angry realist painters who are certain that the world is going to wake up and forget all that other stuff happened.<br /><br />So - what do you want to happen when people visit your website? Is there a call to action? Will you expect a traffic boost after or around the time of a gallery exhibition? Will you expect that people will visit your site repeatedly for news of you or to see if it has been updated?<br /><br />Is it <span style="font-weight: bold;">simply some sort of marketing identity toy </span>that proves artistic legitimacy and aloofness in spite of the fact that you have nothing to say?<br /><br />Look at it this way, the real artists that you want to be like don't have websites, and some of them do have fan pages. Set up a fan-page for yourself, or better, have some friends or family do it.Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-45201941465865504302009-02-26T11:38:00.002-06:002009-02-26T11:40:30.321-06:00suing our parents for giving us this life<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCE41zKiZE5VSFzOb8z1T5fyQ2ELWQ104KncNFrG3panHGfCiMP5ntQr3SDvKl24ASXER22G7K2frqg0EPlBHbjoE9KwcARDo0rsQRY6QwPJ_4IjCNAEEkjpD39MDauoFKQQcaNw//?imgmax=800" style="max-width: 800px; float: left; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 10px;" height="256" hspace="9" width="260" />I remember once when I was a lowly altar boy, in some sort of educational setting, a visiting priest was rambling on about good and evil.<br /><br />The poor old guy had heard some story about a retarded kid who was suing his parents for allowing his birth, for having brought him into the world, albeit retarded.<br /><br />This apparently didn't go over too well with the catholic.<br /><br /><b>"I'd like to hold that boy down, and VOMIT," he spat, "I'd VOMIT - in his FACE. They gave him LIFE! AND THIS is how he is going to repay them !?!" </b><br /><br />I seem to recall that the headline of that story, like a newspaper clipping, was part of the original poster insert in the <a href="http://www.punkvinyl.com/2005/10/18/dead-kennedys-fresh-fruit-for-rotting-vegetables-25th-anniversary-cddvd/" target="_blank">Dead Kennedys <i>Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables,</i></a> way back when it was released. That thing doesn't seem to be anywhere online, but the concept is still good; vulgar horrible stories from the 70s and 80s when the Reagan years were still at their ignoble height.<br /><br />When I think about that stupid priest, not understanding in the slightest, the despair and frustration of a 12 year old who is facing problems and challenges greater than most of us can even imagine - well I just like to remind myself that I was 12 too. Stupid parents never get it. <small><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><br /></span></small><p align="center"><small><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/redbettyblack/" target="_blank">Photo is borrowed with thanks from red betty black's flickr photostream. </a></span></small></p><br /><br /><div class="zemanta-pixie"><img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=174353d0-b14c-4c59-9a53-e6575478659d" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /></div></div>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-22351440224352855082009-02-16T02:04:00.001-06:002009-02-16T02:08:00.774-06:00The New York I Remember:<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><blockquote>[...]from 2003 to 2007, the securities industry accounted for 59 percent of the growth in wages and salaries in the city, according to the Quarterly Census of Employment and Wages from the <a title="More articles about Bureau of Labor Statistics, U.S." href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/b/bureau_of_labor_statistics/index.html?inline=nyt-org">Bureau of Labor Statistics</a>, even though it makes up only 6 percent of all private-sector employment.<br /></blockquote><br />Ronnie Lowenstein, Director, Independent Budget Office, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/16/nyregion/16york.html?pagewanted=2&_r=1&partner=rss&emc=rss">Interviewed in the New York Time</a>s, February 15, 2009.<br /><br />Go figure...<br /></div>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-36021822572627432182009-02-15T13:49:00.004-06:002009-02-19T15:16:37.473-06:00They are not sociopaths.<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><img src="http://i378.photobucket.com/albums/oo224/trailermovieblog/The-reader-winslet-kross.jpg" style="max-width: 800px;" align="right" height="325" width="307" />From <a href="http://firedoglake.com/2009/02/15/death-before-disorder-health-care-and-the-reader/">Glenn W. Smith on Firedoglake</a>:<br /><blockquote>And so it is with a large number of Americans who defend a murderous health care system because their state has convinced them that chaos would follow reform. Their capacity for empathy is turned off by a thousand different cultural influences that celebrate selfishness and make "others" invisible or vaguely dangerous. After all, they can say, they didn't set the building ablaze. Order requires that they allow others to die behind the locked doors.<br /></blockquote>And so it is with a large number of Americans who defend the wisdom of criminal business "leadership," the privatization of the military, the mantra of tax-cuts before, during and after everything. But maybe more interesting in Smith's essay is this passage on empathy.<br /><blockquote>Schmitz clearly has a capacity for empathy. We see this in her reaction to great stories, by Chekov, Twain, and others. <b>But that capacity was deadened by the Nazi state.</b><br /></blockquote>And so it is not only with the rapt audience of Bill O'reilly's <i>The Factor</i>, or whatever it's called. But likewise with the rapt, climbing Chelsea gallery set, the Los Angeles/Roma Nte Cocaine gallery hipsters, whose insistence on "success at any cost" has deadened the story-telling ability of art into a confused mantra of night-club sensibilities: "Tomorrow will never come," and "Art can never help anyone - though it shines." Of course, of course. That deadened sensibility, that cynicism, runs rampant through just about any public art forum I have been to.<br /><br />Talk to some University level art instructors if you don't believe me.<br /><br />It results not from the too-broad reach of modernist art principle, nor the wild every which way that art has gone over the past 5 decades. It's from the loss of empathy as the chief facilitator and enterprise of art-making.<br /><br />Whether writing in the tradition of, or with the inspiration of Chekhov, or Twain or Pynchon or Virginia Woolf, I meet lots of bad writers. None of them, good bad or otherwise, believe the novel is useless, and only a vehicle to promote their own writerly celebrity. Wouldn't it be nice to say the same for the painters? And even nicer to say it of their promoters.<br /><br />Empathizing with Schmitz, or Chelsea, isn't getting any easier.<br />_____________________________<br /><a href="http://eldefe.com">Ciudad de México, barrios, colonias, arquitectura.</a><br /></div>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-6718898887669506152009-01-10T16:22:00.001-06:002009-01-10T16:22:33.966-06:00Bush's Last Month Sees Unemployment Hit 22%, According to Wingnuttia's MathBy this logic, Diane Feinstein's husband, and most of the Republican Party, Kellogg Brown & Root and the entire Pentagon Welfare Club are also unemployed. No wonder they are such a bunch of whiners.<br/><i>About <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com:80/news/george-bush">George Bush</a></i><br/><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-sirota/bushs-last-month-sees-une_b_156844.html">Read the Article at HuffingtonPost</a>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-48435156543030244592009-01-05T20:41:00.002-06:002009-01-05T20:49:05.059-06:00religion and art<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Maybe the issue is just the idea of a particularly "secular art." Ugh.<br /><br />I know lots of artists who didn't grow up with the ram-rod of the catholic church jammed down their throats (as i grew up). Still, i am not quite sure i understand the disconnect one makes, (does one force it?) in looking at all that history, and believing one is doing something new, or in wanting to do something new.<br /><br />The conclusion i always come to is not that we need a more secular art, but that we need <a href="http://www.qhpress.org/books/qaw.html">less satanic religions</a>. <br /></div>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-7933212710385266572009-01-05T15:47:00.000-06:002009-01-05T15:48:07.070-06:00torchlight parades for dummies<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><big><big><small><i>—with their messianic leaders, their torchlight parades, their xenophobic propaganda—</i></small><br/><br/><small><small>some stuff just leaps off the screen at you. <br/><br/></small></small></big></big>"The 1930s fascists were expert at using all the most technologically
sophisticated communications technologies—the cinema, radio,
newspapers, advertising—to spew their destructive, hate-filled message."
<br/><br/><a href='http://www.sadlyno.com/archives/15921.html'>Go read Brad at SadlyNo.</a><br/></div>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-8101843725259598052009-01-05T10:43:00.000-06:002009-01-05T10:44:02.277-06:00The orthodoxy of the craven<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='http://blogs.wsj.com/economics/2009/01/01/ignoring-the-oracles/' target='_blank'>Why does this sound so familiar? </a><br/><blockquote>The episode suggests one reason that the crisis went unchecked: A dangerous all-or-nothing orthodoxy had come to dominate the policy debate, where one was either for free markets or against them.</blockquote>It reminds me of the artists' notion that one either lives within a tradition of artists' thinking or outside it. One either believes that no one can nor should ever really teach painting, teach expression, ie; one is in favor of the orthodoxy of free-form "do whatever you want." OR one is a member of some cultish neo-religious movement. <br/><br/>You can have your tradition - your philosophy - but certainly to argue in favor of it is to support the wholesale imposition of your philosophy onto others who are also free to make-up their own philosophies, presumably and preferibly those will be invented with as little historical or academically informed influence as possible. That is, your argument, because it takes the form of argument - regulated dialogue, logical inquiry - is invalidated because it imposes upon freedoms. A bit flat-earthish, but there you have a good excuse for the necessity of "marketing" chachkees instead of appreciating items, arguments, and well-crafted artefacts. <br/></div>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-67600232082186605702008-12-02T09:47:00.006-06:002008-12-02T10:53:35.349-06:00Poor Generation Y<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfollUc6wLDNFYGuMNZjKqCxLKCpDFhzSdbOan5-fsYZp9F-FPBuZ3oJgUcvZxWRiIpAuW1Iselc5J8CHRVTrQ1T5XcIZD_41NLGPYyRkfy4TNaorF_scJb1qPQEybrbyHzakxQ/s1600-h/dec+1+016+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfollUc6wLDNFYGuMNZjKqCxLKCpDFhzSdbOan5-fsYZp9F-FPBuZ3oJgUcvZxWRiIpAuW1Iselc5J8CHRVTrQ1T5XcIZD_41NLGPYyRkfy4TNaorF_scJb1qPQEybrbyHzakxQ/s400/dec+1+016+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275236653650913714" border="0" /></a><br />I have always had a soft spot <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/adam-blickstein/the-economically-bipolar_b_147690.html">for these sort of "voice of a generation" pieces</a>. For decades Republican rule insisted that rather than try to have some control, citizens should give up control, and put control into the hands of people who know better. The professional class of Neil Bushes and Jack Abramoffs and Kenneth Lay's were not only supposed to be good at what they do. They were supposed to be professionals at undermining and gaming the system. You can't tax them cause they are just too smart. All in the name of glorious Ronald Reagan, the loving grandfather of their movement.<br /><br />Now living in Mexico City - everyday confronting the city - the question to me is - what is it we have built? Mexico City has far more public infrastructure investment than cities in the US, but it is always too little. Always playing catch up with a city growing out of control. And far more than Generation Y, there is a vast segment of society here that won't recover from the beating it's received. It's not identical to the beating that Blickstein describes. But it is illustrative.<br /><br />The heirs of the Reagan Movement live in a world that is devastated by ideological over-run. A world that turned its back on the Western legacy of smart government support of free markets and that opted instead for non-smart government propping up of corrupt government dependent mega-corporations. I have to laugh when I hear how Generation Y is losing it's faith. Afterall, a sullen lack of faith and even a violent renunciation of anything that smacked of faith was what marked the generation before. At least - I've always believed. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Generation Y inherited a shitty world - and an Ipod. </span>They'd do well to take a look beyond the shores of their sealed up hermetic American universe to what is actually the state of the Americas.<br /><br />It's not a place where government can afford to ignore the people piled up on the sidewalks and it's not a place where a generation that had it good can afford to think that government is always best left untended, running on auto-pilot.Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-15445000028684725452008-11-25T09:55:00.007-06:002008-11-25T10:19:34.869-06:00On not drawing for a year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0FUxcfoLHYZiUNCOD0ASDLKT-PalqN1Qsqh2hKtz5OgzR3xDAqDYVxdvJC2NAr6_CzZJiwOWP3CM4IkI85j58h-Tug-FGtbMVx2SQEzF76SLJcU1NMwZtGRiqzyP0cB1R7MW_7A/s1600-h/sketches+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0FUxcfoLHYZiUNCOD0ASDLKT-PalqN1Qsqh2hKtz5OgzR3xDAqDYVxdvJC2NAr6_CzZJiwOWP3CM4IkI85j58h-Tug-FGtbMVx2SQEzF76SLJcU1NMwZtGRiqzyP0cB1R7MW_7A/s400/sketches+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272625516593230530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of God.<br /> - <a href="http://www.giga-usa.com/quotes/authors/thomas_browne_a001.htm">Sir Thomas Browne</a>, <i>Religio Medici</i><br /> (sec. 16)Lifted from <a href="http://www.giga-usa.com/quotes/topics/art_t001.htm">Giga Quotes</a><br /></span></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember a friend used to write that she would likely become physically ill if she stopped working. I did live through 3 bouts of food poisoning, but on recovering from each session I was clear eyed and ready to live through anything else but the dread of the studio.<br /><br />It took me about 4 hours to remember something about drawing - something about my drawing. I'm not sure that's the best example of it, but <a href="http://studioofashes.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-it-looks-like-when-you-stop.html">it does come back</a>. One remembers in some physical way the way one remembers doing hard labor... pushing an image through till - when one squints - one can see what one was seeking.<br /><br />And then I remember that it has to be well-lubricated and almost automatic - just the slightest idea of control and the very serious threat of official power. Official power should be draped in legitimacy, less human and more angelic - more amorphous.<br /><br />After a year - I remembered that not drawing for a year was just a year listening. That cities are forests and forests are congregations and all congregations are where power meets up to decide if power should continue - or should it simply dissipate.</span>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-49139350642556060142008-11-06T11:42:00.004-06:002008-11-06T12:11:14.837-06:00Party Monster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y89/gordoncupcake/artblog5/IMG_3362.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 355px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y89/gordoncupcake/artblog5/IMG_3362.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><blockquote><br />These days, when asked at dinner parties in New York what kind of paintings I do, I hesitate knowing that somehow God will slip into the conversation and I will never be asked back.<br /><br />- Marshall Arisman interviewed <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/vickie-karp/third-screen-marshall-ari_b_140561.html">by Vickie Karp at Huffington.</a><br /></blockquote><br /><br />There's a scene in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0141716/">Party Monster</a> where the venerable <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_St._James">James St. James</a> is asked just who were the Club Kids. He nostaligically remembers the period in Manhattan in the aftermath of the death of Andy Warhol when a vacuum opened up in the NYC nightlife and the kids all swarmed in to fill it.<br /><br />It's a vacuum we're still contending with. Perhaps I am not paraphrasing the scene exactly accurately. I won't be watching the movie again. But maybe the "publicity for publicity's sake" attitude is on it's last legs. The <a href="http://detroitarts.blogspot.com/2006/11/center-gallery-opening.html">Marshall Arisman illustration is yanked with thanks and gratitude from DetroitArts.</a>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-5315907049656876782007-05-05T00:37:00.000-05:002007-05-05T00:55:27.429-05:00Brain sculpting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newscientist.com/data/images/ns/cms/dn11785/dn11785-1_573.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.newscientist.com/data/images/ns/cms/dn11785/dn11785-1_573.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I'm not sure I even include Singapore in Asia, but here is <a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn11785&feedId=online-news_rss20">another one of those studies...</a><br /><p></p><blockquote><p><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;">Importantly, they found no significant difference in the response of this particular visual processing region among young people in the US and Singapore. This, the team says, supports the idea that, over the course of decades, culture shapes how the brain perceives images.</span></blockquote></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">The researchers note that previous studies tracking eye movement have found that East Asians are more likely than Westerners to pay attention to the background of a picture.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:85%;">Park says her new findings, along with her earlier brain scan work that focused only on elderly volunteers, are "the first studies to show that culture is sculpting the brain".</span></p></blockquote><p></p>Oh god. Thank god for scientists. WHA HA HA HAAshes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-620469347139098242007-05-01T01:16:00.000-05:002007-05-01T01:21:05.039-05:00art and activism<p> </p><blockquote><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you consider yourself an artist first, activist second, or vice versa?</span> </p> <p> When I sit down to write, I consider myself an artist. I'm consumed by craft -- choosing the word with the right mouth feel, reading sentences aloud to sublimate the rhythm, making flow charts of plot, working backward to plant the seeds for a perfectly revealed ending. When I attend a PTA meeting with a plan to reduce the school's carbon footprint, then I'm an activist. It's different work, with more direct expectations and a simpler vocabulary.</p></blockquote><p> </p><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2007/04/30/kingsolver_food/print.html">-Barbara Kingsolver</a></div>Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-26809335386666234422007-04-23T10:52:00.000-05:002007-04-23T10:52:31.869-05:00Racism and the Republican Party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.state.gov/cms_images/2005_03_01_rice_nbc_int_600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.state.gov/cms_images/2005_03_01_rice_nbc_int_600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Let me make one thing clear up front. I have never met a single Republican party member or sympathizer who was not in some way or in some form what I would call a racist. I don't believe Anne Coulter, George Shitforbrains, or the majority of the Republican leadership are racists. That's right... I really don't think Coulter or ShitforBrains hate black people or gays. I might even concede that I think Shitforbrains has a soft spot for Mexicans.<br /><br />The GOP and their Corporate Media partners use racism to unite their base. If we've learned nothing else in the past 6 years, the darkest years in the history of the country that couldn't think up a name for itself, certainly we should see now that 30 some odd percent of the population is always going to be united in their hatred for pretty much anyone else. That is the secret - the only secret - to Karl Rove's success. It has been the key trademark-lynchpin-rosetta stone of his entire ouevre.<br /><br />The corporate media know very well that if democracy were to take root in the United States we would legislate Time-Warner Communications into a heap of rubble. A real Democratic congress would legislate Fox/Newscorp until it's panty waist commentators were paying taxes on their grandchildren's taxes. Not because we need to discourage free-speech, but because powerful people, people with access to power need to pay more taxes as a counterweight to the influence they so richly don't deserve.<br /><br />Today's <a href="http://www.tpmmuckraker.com/archives/003077.php">TPMMuckRaker piece on the justice department</a> race war reads like something in Palestine.<br /><br />So, I think one can argue that Imus is not a racist and maybe it will bear some thought. Everyone who listens to Imus is a racist though. Everyone who buys an Anne Coulter book and reads it, is a racist. They are right. We have been very successful at branding them and their hategoup, the GOP as a racist, criminal enterprise. Like <a href="http://www.corpwatch.org/article.php?id=7853">General Electric</a>, probably the most criminally indicted organization in US history, and its public relations department - NBC News, the GOP is a 19th century holdover of the kind of "Shit-For-Brains racism 'I speak for God because I have a direct relationship with God'" that got them thrown out of Europe in the first place. North America needs to make it clear that their Hate-God is not welcome here either.Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15459948.post-91941351791452422232007-04-20T19:22:00.000-05:002007-04-20T19:26:07.989-05:00losing the war<blockquote><a href="http://feeds.dailykos.com/%7Er/dailykos/index/%7E3/110735043/9241">''I can't begin to imagine how our troops in the field, who are risking their lives every day, are going to react when they get back to base and hear that the Democrat leader of the United States Senate has declared the war is lost,'' said Senate GOP leader Mitch McConnell.</a></blockquote>Ummm funny. Probly a lot better than they will react to Mitch McConnel's pathetic dream that it is not lost.Ashes77http://www.blogger.com/profile/02654996683594383063noreply@blogger.com1