GOODBYE. HELLO.

 

                                                          It’s the feeling of strangeness.

                                                                                 It is deep and numb. 

                                                                It is there for no reason. Nothing strange has happened today. 

                                                                    It was just a good day. 

                                                                       But a word or two here and there may have sounded strong. 

                                                                    And they had made me slow down to carefully take them in. 

                                                          And so they stayed. 

                                                                            They sunk inside. 

                                                                 Now they are not words anymore. 

                                                                    They are that feeling of strangeness. 

                                                                             It is quite curious. 

                                                                             It is not enjoyable. 

                                                                             It is not problematic. 

                                                                             It is just there with its odd neutrality.

                                                                  So I just sit and wonder what to do with it. 

                                                                      What do you do with a strange feeling? 

                                                                                       You just carry it around till it’s gone. 

                                                 It goes away quietly. It dissolves into you.

                                                                    With other feelings you smile, cry, scream, run, dance

                                                                                    …but with this one you don't do any of these things.

                                                                    No.

 

Anni and Joseph Albers 1968/9

                                                                  A place I encountered at 118 Main Street, Smithtown, NY.
                                                                    It is a small studio & store for bed/bathroom appliances.
                                                                                                         !!!?!!!

http://nonfiction-gallery.tumblr.com/

                                            I am honored to participate in a show at Non- Fiction gallery, Savannah, GA this September 21st.

 

                                                      It is a group show of artists working in diverse media. Here are some links:

                                                               Adriane Herman: http://adrianeherman.typepad.com/

                                                               Gregory Eltringham: http://www.gregoryeltringham.com/

                                                               Liliya Sotirova: http://liliyasotirova.com

                                                               Todd Schroeder: http://toddschroeder.blogspot.com/

                                                               Megan C. Mosholder: http://meganmosholder.blogspot.com/

                                                               Non-Fiction Gallery: Nonfiction-Gallery.tumblr.com

                                                                                       George Maciunas, Artype, 1966

 

 

33 Musicians On What John Cage Communicates (by Max Blau)

 

 

 

 

 

a review on New French Extremity

"If one must live in the contemporary, one needs to experience reality permanently; therefore one needs to stay away from rigid structures and categories, away from burdening memory, away from consumption as a way of losing oneself...Cinema as a medium is reworked to show not chronology but painful permanence, not setting but losing oneself, not careful and rational categorization but fluid alteration."

                                                                   Mikko Kuorinki

Nonsense.

Can we all just be calm and honest. 

As inevitably it is all about nothing. And nothing is a big deal. But I am not allowed to say that since I have not experienced most of life. The difficult stuff. The bad, real bad. Frightening. Dangerous. Or just that responsibility bullshit.

It is all such freakin nonsense. And how do we not become absolute cynics? It is all so dry and stripped to the made up social construct. We can’t even get away from that. So stuck onto human shit.

Shit is all over the place. There is all kinds of shit. Human shit is one type. But there’s others. 

We are hopeless. But that’s cause we decided to hope for something. Why ever hope. And hope for what.

Is that the happiness thing. The whole love and happiness story. Yeah. And once we start that story it gets complicated. Ethics and aesthetics kick in. Culture and all that man made stuff that can be great if we don’t take it so freakin seriously. Sure we can follow it and learn from it. But, why hold onto it like it’s an object. It’s not. It’s not there. It’s all so mythological. Call it abstract if you wanna sound like an everyday philosopher. It’s there when it’s there and then it’s something else. And there are no one or two names for it. There are many many many…or there are none. Don't name it. Stop talking.

Nonsense.

Can we just hang out. Can we just go. Wherever. Anywhere. Walk with nonsence. But walk lightly so it’s not a deal at all, as it is not. And I don’t know if that’s when we become mindless animals or that’s when we reach our highest human transcendental state.

There’s not much we need. But that’s easy to say.

Goodnight darling. You are so sweet. But so what.

And I will say good morning to you tomorrow cause there is tomorrow. But so what. 

Anomy. Easy easy anomy. It’s nonsense.

And I love it. It’s great.

Bubbles in Space

 Psychedelic flashes of Hello Kitty and Albert Einstein blend into vignettes of summery nostalgia in Josh Hassin’s animated music video for Michael Andrews’ “Bubbles in Space”...

Bubbles in Space on Nowness.com.

                                                       Solar Spectrum Environmental art !

 

My installation at the Uncanny Valley, Long Island City made great company with an amazing freakishly disco political play written and directed by Forrest Gillespie- Voix-de-Ville #5 this past Friday, June 29th!
Here are some images of me taking down the pieces and a great shot of me and the amazing hosts of the Uncanny Valley: