Saturday, 26 May 2012

Lost in film



And finally the culmination of film clips.........





Due to the amount of posts I have uploaded I no longer have any space.  I can buy some more but I cannot do it on a monthly basis - I will have to look into this further......at the moment I don't want to make any unnecessary changes incase I lose all the work I have done.

The original DVD is 12 minutes long but it seems that YouTube has a little bug where the video is duplicated twice.  I will have to look into this further.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

RTA


Still looking at my collection of things and the idea of not being able to let go, I was knocked off my bicycle a number of years ago and have all the documentation from the resulting court case including evidence that I bought from the police before it was destroyed.

As I commute to university I see a number of accidents and was also involved in one in January, this bought back memories of my original accident in 2002.

I now see police tape as that reminder, marking the scene that leads to a wreckage, injury and sometimes death.  After a few weeks I see objects that have been embedded into trees or the ground.  Fragments of vehicles that I collect and keep.

I asked my brother to keep an eye out for a car bonnet that had been involved in an accident after a few weeks he found one.  I used this and the original witness statement from my accident, using a projector to copy the text.


'Ambivalence'

Putting it in the project space at Dartmouth Avenue something wasn't quite right about it and after discussion, I decided to rework the piece taking off most of the text.



Removing the text


Collecting items


The scene of an accident

 

Fence remains











Lost in storage

Thinking of ways I can store the items I came across some plastic pockets that were being thrown away.  I like the idea of the viewer being able to see what I have classified.



Items placed in the pockets which I have attached to the wall



Even large items are crammed in.....


New ideas come as I find storage on a skip, but something says to me this isn't right.  One person's trash is another's treasure.  So I have passed this on to someone who can use it.

Lost in New York, Felix Gonzalez-Torres

IF ONLY........

Archives Internship at the Felix Gonzalez-Torres Foundation

The Felix Gonzalez-Torres Foundation is looking for a highly motivated, detail-oriented intern to assist with managing the library and archives of the work of Felix Gonzalez-Torres. Projects include organizing library and press archives; cataloging and organizing transparencies, ephemera, newspaper archives, and candy and stack samples from exhibitions; researching exhibitions; organizing paper files on works and exhibitions; and assisting with maintaining the digital image archives.

This internship would be ideal for a graduate student in a library science program specializing in archives or upper-level undergraduate seeking to complete an independent project or fulfill a program requirement. Ideal candidates would be interested in artist archives with a strong interest in Felix Gonzalez-Torres and a desire to learn about the work and challenges of running an artist foundation. An ability to work independently and prior relevant job experience are essential, as the candidate will be afforded a high level of independence in implementing projects. Strong administrative and computer skills are a must. Experience with FileMaker Pro is desired.

Requirements: Intern must be able to work 2 days a week. Time commitment is May – August 2012 with the possibility for extension. Candidate must be local to New York City. The Foundation Office is located in Manhattan’s Chelsea neighborhood.

Salary: Unpaid. Lunch is provided every day.

Please email resumes and cover letters to Emilie Keldie at e.keldie@felixgonzalez-torresfoundation.org with Subject line “Internship” followed by your first and last name. No phone calls, please.


From 1986 until his death in 1996, Felix Gonzalez-Torres produced a prolific body of work, transforming everyday objects—clocks, light bulbs, candy—into profound meditations on love and loss. This installation is an allegorical portrait of the artist’s partner, Ross Laycock, who died of an AIDS-related illness in 1991. The 175 pounds of candy correspond to an ideal body weight, and viewers are encouraged to take a piece. The diminishing amount of candy sym-bolically refers to Laycock’s body languishing from disease. The artist has made sure that the art survives, however, by instructing that the candies be continuously replaced. In the simplest of forms, and with the participation of both his audience and the museum staff, Gonzalez-Torres comments on personal pain and the endurance of art, while challeng-ing traditional museum practices and expectations of museum visitors.
TO CONTROL
THE PAIN
After doing all these shows, I’ve become burnt out with trying to have some kind of personal presence in the work. Because I’m not my art. It’s not the form and it’s not the shape, not the way these things function that’s being put into question. What is being put into question is me. I made “Untitled” (Placebo) because I needed to make it. There was no other consideration involved except that I wanted to make art work that could disappear, that never existed, and it was a metaphor for when Ross was dying. So it was a metaphor that I would abandon this work before this work abandoned me. I’m going to destroy it before it destroys me. That was my little amount of power when it came to this work. I didn’t want it to last, because then it couldn’t hurt me.
From the very beginning it was not even there – I made something that doesn’t exist. I control the pain. That’s really what it is. That’s one of the parts of this work. Of course, it has to do with all the bullshit of seduction and the art of authenticity. I know that stuff, but on the other side, it has a personal level that is very real. It’s not about being a con artist. It’s also about excess, about the excess of pleasure. It’s like a child who wants a landscape of candies. First and foremost it’s about Ross. Then I wanted to please myself and then everybody.
Born in Guáimaro, Cuba, in 1957, Felix Gonzales-Torres also spent time growing up in Puerto Rico, where he attended the University of Puerto Rico in San Juan. He became an American citizen in 1976 and moved to New York City in 1979, graduating from the Pratt Institute with a photography degree in 1983. He received a master’s degree from the International Center of Photography in 1987. Gonzales-Torres died in 1996 at the age of 38.
http://www.essex.ac.uk/arthistory/rebus/PDFS/Issue%205/Bowman.pdf

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Keeping the fragile, fragile

Infra-thin - Marcel Duchamp's word for measuring the almost imperceptible margins of difference between two seemingly identical items.

Infra-thin measures the all but immeasurable interslice between two things or ideas as they transit into and between one another, the passage between sense and non-sense and the delay or deferral of these passages between the senses themselves.

Infra-thin is impossible to define; it can only be illustrated.  The difference between adjectives and nouns is infra-thin.  So is the act of forgetting.
Other examples from Duchamp include an object at one time then a second later (the identity principle).  The warmth of a seat that has just been left, a stare, people who go through subway gates at the last minute.  The whistling made by velvet trousers when walking, a painting on glass seen from the opposite side, or the space between recto and verso.

How can I record these things?

I am looking at objects in the box this way.  The object as it is and the last person to touch it.  As I pick out and touch the objects, as simple as they are, I question the origin of the object, why, for instance they were saved and with the scraps of material what were they used for?

Last year for my piece Category 23 I used my own way of classifying objects that I found.

Those that attach
Those lined and written
Those that are Post-it notes
Those that are personal
Those that are rude
Those that are creatures
Those that are documents
Those that are plain
Those that are hair
Those that contain fluff
Those that are creased
Those that are large
Those that are small
Those that are organic
Those that contain words
Those that are faded
Those I cannot keep
Those that are medical
Those that are coloured
Those that are bookmarks
Those that write
Those that are parts
Those that do not fit the above categories#


As I sorted through the box of items I sorted them into categories

Those that are pointless
Those that stitch
Those that are organic
Those that fasten
Those that hold
Those that mend
Those that cut
Those that are personal
Those that are paper
Those that are tangled
Those that are sharp
Those that are useful
Those that are perished

I simplified the text


Attach
Lined
Written
Post-It notes
Personal
Rude
Creatures
Documents
Plain
Hair
Fluff
Creased
Large
Small
Organic
Words
Faded
Keep
Medical
Coloured
Bookmarks
Write
Parts


and the latest collection.....

Pointless
Stitch
Organic
Fasten
Hold
Mend
Cut
Personal
Paper
Tangled
Sharp
Useful
Perished



Ideas: screenprint large, into the different categories, use cut vinyl, boxes.

Display: Old cabinet/haberdashery, museum cases, collectors cabinet.


Lost in ownership

I'm thinking alot about loss and loneliness and dealing with things alone.  My collection of work last year from the library was a strong piece and collecting is in my bones now.  The ideas are there - it's just sometimes I have too many.....I feel a need for refinement in my work.


I came across this box in a sale and it was mainly full of rubbish, but amongst the old pieces of rag were personal items like this letter dated 1959.  I started to think about what sort of person owned the items.  Someone collected them and stored them for years probably thinking one day they would become useful again.


I laid the items out, thinking about the worthlessness of some of them.  Scraps kept for no real purpose.  This box is an insight into someone's life, useful once, but not any more.  It is the discarded that I want to record, the notion that one day they may come in handy.  One day until death and the objects change ownership.


Lost in thought

From the idea, the finished piece doesn't simply happen, it is thought about, gains momentum.  It evolves and takes time and those thoughts turn into sleepless nights.  It is not about what I am going to produce but refining what I am.  I am consumed by the idea like it's already a machine, it's just there are too many cogs turning.

'The idea becomes a machine that makes the art' Sol Lewitt

The random is the creative element.
Artists to look at:
Cory Arcangel
http://www.coryarcangel.com/

Digital culture/traditional

Claire Fontaine - Trust and Passe-Partout

Pseudonyms, strikes and keys; appropriation and symbols
Every student, teacher and parent in France knows Claire Fontaine. Not the Paris-based collective founded in 2004, but the French brand of school supplies it is named after, whose logo is everywhere stamped on the tools of their trade. Instantly connoted locally and translatable as Clear Fountain (a play on R. Mutt’s 1917 Fountain?), Claire Fontaine is not a fictional female character, even though the collective occupies the third person singular feminine as its subject position. She describes herself in her biography as a ready-made artist stripped of use-value who intervenes in a world characterized, in part, by a ‘crisis of singularities’, or fixed identities.
As an ‘ordinary subject elevated to the dignity of an artist by the mere choice of the artist’ – pace Marcel Duchamp on the ready-made object – Claire Fontaine adopts positions pseudonymity enables: the denial of individual skill, authority and originality through the collective détournement of signs, symbols, images and objects available in contemporary visual culture. She also writes prolifically, and her texts are crucial to understanding her project. Her trenchant assessments of the artist’s political role (one of Bartleby-esque impotence), and her immediate responses to socio-political events in missives and tracts (Dear R., during the Parisian suburban riots, and Requiem for Jean-Charles de Menezes, after his wrongful assassination, which were first realized as piles of texts freely distributed to exhibition visitors, both 2005), testify to a deep and ongoing engagement with contemporary political culture, mass protest movements past and present, and such critical thinkers as Giorgio Agamben, Walter Benjamin, Jacques Rancière and Gilles Deleuze.
Claire Fontaine questions political impotence through her key notion of the ‘human strike’, inspired by Italian feminist groups of the 1970s to counter the poverty of collective political discourse and action with silence and proposals to halt human reproduction. These days strikes are considered exotic spectacles, as foreign news accounts of the crippling French student movement in Spring 2006 endlessly reported. Claire Fontaine’s STRIKE (K. font V.I.) (2005) transcribes production at a standstill: a red and white (or red, white and blue) neon sign is triggered by stillness; the lights go out as soon as the motion detector senses activity. Labour and alienation are major preoccupations, and the collective frequently uses neon signs to address the spectator and register protest. Untitled (Thank You) (2005) is a red outline of Karl Marx’s face superimposed with a blinking white ‘Thank You’, which was installed along with another neon work, Arbeit macht Kapital (Work, Power, Capital, 2005), in the glass pavilion that houses the Galerie Meerrettich near the People’s Theatre on the Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz in Berlin. Other signs include: FOREIGNERS EVERYWHERE (2005) written in Arabic or Italian; the circular Ibis redibis non morieris in bello (2006), which flashes various combinations of a rough translation of its title with the words ‘you will go to war not come back you will die’, and Pay Attention Motherfucker (2006), which spells out ‘merci de votre vigilance’ – the French response to heightened states of awareness in relation to the increased terrorist threat.
Attracted by neon’s slightly outmoded or vintage associations and its historical relationship to the sale of commodities, Claire Fontaine reflects its use by artists including Bruce Nauman, Dan Flavin, Cerith Wyn Evans, Philippe Parreno and Pierre Huyghe. The discourse underlying her signs may be distinct, but the form deliberately resembles countless other art works in circulation in a market that rewards sameness. Their content and placement in provocative contexts – an Arabic sign in post-9/11 New York; Karl Marx’s iconic visage next to the People’s Theatre in post-Communist Berlin – make all the difference by de facto politicizing the relationship of the gallery space to its site.
Appropriation is an artistic strategy laden with precedents, and one of the ways Claire Fontaine distances herself from those is by advocating theft. 371 Grand (2006) copies of keys to Reena Spaulings Fine Art in New York made using the same process the FBI employs, and Passe-partout (Paris 10ème) (2006), a set of lock picks, hacksaw blades and a small flashlight hung on an ‘I Love Paris’ key-chain, are wryly subversive little sculptures, especially when accompanied by the lock-picking demonstration in the video Instructions for the sharing of private property (2006). As an extension to these works, Claire Fontaine has offered to duplicate keys to galleries that show her art, and to sell them titled with the gallery’s address, therefore granting the purchaser access to the valuable objects held there. In two recent Paris exhibitions, versions of Passe-partout were hung nonchalantly on a hook, ready for the taking. But, just as she expected, nobody walked off with them.
Claire Fontaine knows that works like these only function symbolically. She has no illusions about her political impact, no utopian vision, no nostalgia for the avant-garde. Quite simply, art-making is her way of engaging with questions that preoccupy her, individually and collectively, in the present. Those questions are political. She clarifies her position this way: ‘We are like any other proletariat, expropriated from the use of life, because for the most part, the only historically significant use we can make of it comes down to our artistic work.’
http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/claire_fontaine/


Felix Gonzalez-Torres - Untitled (Portrait of Dad) 1991


Andrea Frazer, Untitled