Betta Under The Radar
A broken on-line papier machine
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Raving genius
All hail Galliano.
Just watched footage from his Spring 2006 runway show and I am totally in love. It was mad - midgets with pirates with sailors with whores with old women - and all loooking so absolutely beautiful. Men in dresses, women in tophats. So fantastic! It's like he plucked these people straight out of the magic garden of my dreams - where things are a little scary, a little drugged-up, a little morbid; home of intense love affairs and suicidal flying castles, crumbling libraries, fields of velvet tophats.
I love it!! *Overwhelming sensation of pleasure buttons being pressed all at once*
Also it's been a much-needed reminder to me to go big, go bold, go brave - or go home.
¶ 8:43 PM 1 comments
Just watched footage from his Spring 2006 runway show and I am totally in love. It was mad - midgets with pirates with sailors with whores with old women - and all loooking so absolutely beautiful. Men in dresses, women in tophats. So fantastic! It's like he plucked these people straight out of the magic garden of my dreams - where things are a little scary, a little drugged-up, a little morbid; home of intense love affairs and suicidal flying castles, crumbling libraries, fields of velvet tophats.
I love it!! *Overwhelming sensation of pleasure buttons being pressed all at once*
Also it's been a much-needed reminder to me to go big, go bold, go brave - or go home.
¶ 8:43 PM 1 comments
Friday, January 19, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Francis Alys
I seriously love this artist - and I'm glad because loving a new artist means a new direction. Former influences include Simryn Gill, Wong Hoy Cheong and Elizabeth Presa. I'm restless with all this text stuff. Especially after checking out Simryn Gill's latest Pearls series. Very beautiful and intricate. But - it is not enough for me anymore. It's too hermetic and I am feeling desperate. I want dirt and grime, something off the streets, which is what Francis Alys talks about:
"No ivory tower allowed for the street will always beat your imagination... So, might as well stay on the street... "
Nice.
"No ivory tower allowed for the street will always beat your imagination... So, might as well stay on the street... "
Nice.
Labels: art
¶ 10:05 PM 0 comments
Friday, January 12, 2007
How is it (City of Sand - reprise)
How is it
We know each other
In every place
but here
In every time
but now?
Forced to confront the present
we are strangers
who loved each other
only a moment ago
or later tonight
We exist
in another city
A City of Sand
in which every grain is a machine
that comprehends us
and translates us
into Itself
Leaving - impossible
Staying - impossible
We seep
out of each other
out of the present
into what we were
what we could be
We know each other
In every place
but here
In every time
but now?
Forced to confront the present
we are strangers
who loved each other
only a moment ago
or later tonight
We exist
in another city
A City of Sand
in which every grain is a machine
that comprehends us
and translates us
into Itself
Leaving - impossible
Staying - impossible
We seep
out of each other
out of the present
into what we were
what we could be
Labels: B.A.P.
¶ 8:00 PM 0 comments
Oh Yoko
Yoko Ono in an interview with Everett True for Plan B magazine:
“It’s almost like the trees in the park. Some people think you should cut all the trees in Central Park because you can make tons of money. That’s denying the trees. If you cut all the trees in Central Park, you would notice that this city is no longer the city it was, so you would see that the trees are important. I’m like one of those trees. I’m just being myself and staying alive.”
Do you find yourself getting angrier as you get older?
“Listen, I’m not mellowing at all. What is there to mellow for? The kind of world we’re living in, how could we be mellow? The artist’s world is becoming more important and more urgent. Art is a way of survival. I said this in my liner notes, there’s a guy in St Petersburg, a DJ who put a metronome on because the whole city was in a siege and there was no food, nothing, and people were getting lethargic. The DJ was playing all kinds of music and making people happy. But then he became lethargic too and he put the metronome on and the whole city was just listening to it, tick tock, tick tock. That’s how they survived. That is the thing that was needed, not tap-dancing but a metronome. Artists are going to be the metronome of this society.”
Clicky for full transcript
Yoko Ono in an interview with Everett True for Plan B magazine:
“It’s almost like the trees in the park. Some people think you should cut all the trees in Central Park because you can make tons of money. That’s denying the trees. If you cut all the trees in Central Park, you would notice that this city is no longer the city it was, so you would see that the trees are important. I’m like one of those trees. I’m just being myself and staying alive.”
Do you find yourself getting angrier as you get older?
“Listen, I’m not mellowing at all. What is there to mellow for? The kind of world we’re living in, how could we be mellow? The artist’s world is becoming more important and more urgent. Art is a way of survival. I said this in my liner notes, there’s a guy in St Petersburg, a DJ who put a metronome on because the whole city was in a siege and there was no food, nothing, and people were getting lethargic. The DJ was playing all kinds of music and making people happy. But then he became lethargic too and he put the metronome on and the whole city was just listening to it, tick tock, tick tock. That’s how they survived. That is the thing that was needed, not tap-dancing but a metronome. Artists are going to be the metronome of this society.”
Clicky for full transcript
Labels: art
¶ 3:58 PM 0 comments
Magic carpets
"When you have to sit still, you want to fly. When you have to fly, you want to sit still."
Why can't I find my balance? My head is a continent away from my feet. I look down and I want to hug the ground - like a homely, humble carpet. I look up and I dream... freedom, movement. In between is a huge mess, unsteady swinging back and forth - I just can't learn to move upon the ground.
Victor Vasnetsov. The Magic Carpet. Detail. 1880. Oil on canvas. The Art Museum of Nizhniy Novgorod, Nizhniy Novgorod, Russia. ¶ 12:30 PM 0 comments
"When you have to sit still, you want to fly. When you have to fly, you want to sit still."
Why can't I find my balance? My head is a continent away from my feet. I look down and I want to hug the ground - like a homely, humble carpet. I look up and I dream... freedom, movement. In between is a huge mess, unsteady swinging back and forth - I just can't learn to move upon the ground.
Victor Vasnetsov. The Magic Carpet. Detail. 1880. Oil on canvas. The Art Museum of Nizhniy Novgorod, Nizhniy Novgorod, Russia. ¶ 12:30 PM 0 comments
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
