IChing/ Iturbide

I am trying to read the I Ching, and while it is impressive and charming, I simply have no idea how to apply it to my life. I suppose I can't. It's really hard to continue reading something that is merely interesting but not useful. I typically can find a use for the most esoteric of texts, I am able to bridge some sort of connection to them, but I just can't figure this one out. I guess the only reason I thought I would give it a try is because of Lucy Lippard anyway.



This image by Graciela Iturbide was just on my mind.

The Yes Men

Recently watched their documentary and it was kick-ass. I just received this image in the mail and it reminded me of it.



Survivaballs!





Their most epic stunt thus far:



Here is their website. If I ever become rich, I am going to give them half of my money because they will probably put it to better use than I ever will.

Danny Treacy

Suprisingly there was something at first thursday this month that I enjoyed more than Nina Katchadourian's Sorted Books, which I expected to be much more exciting in person than they actually were. Don't get me wrong, the photographs were impeccable sharpness and quality, presented in an interesting way [bright red walls! gutsy!] but as soon as I saw some of the actual sculptures of the books it just flattened the expierence, ironically enough.

Anyway, what I loved were these enormous prints by Danny Treacy at Blue Sky. He finds discarded clothing from a site, then melds it together into these bodysuits that he photographs himself wearing. Some are more discordant than others, but they always cover the entire form. These nearly humorous polyglots of multiple textiles are displayed among less decayed objects, the latter of which hold much more eeriness. Although the prints were stunning, I found his performance of sewing and actually wearing these garments to me more intriguing. Each image is titled "Them" and his entire body is obscured in each image. Had he photographed the garments as lifeless sacks, the dynamic would've changed completely for me.

Who Knows? Kiki and LB

I am into these french movie background songs right now.



I saw this Kiki Smith exhibit at the Henry Art Gallery in seattle and the only part of it that I really got into was the books. There is this dialogue between sculpture and photography that has been going on for a while now, but the sort of dialogues that were taking place in many of these photographs seemed forced. In the enlargements especially. Smaller snapshots forming a barrier between the floor and the wall worked much better and felt really casual. There is something really raw and unfinished about Kiki that I can't help but like; although for some reason I can't help but continusly compare her to my beloved LB. Louise has a similar rawness but her approach melts together into a polished piece in the end. Kiki does not really do that for me yet.

Ok so I am in Portland Now

And this is what happens when you search Portland art:



Oh no.

To help me cope, here are some images involving food.



Corin Hewitt



Marcus Gaab



Emily Keegin

And two sculptures involving blue blobs. I swear the next post will be more articulate.



Carl Ostendarp



Ernesto Neto

The Small Glass / Lynda Benglis / The Sparrow Looks Up At The Machine

I am not sure how I feel about this.



At one fourteen here OH MY GOODNESS that is some exciting vocals.



Blat by Lynda Benglis.





This girl was in my dream last night, it was really strange and specific, but it was definitely the naked girl in this video. Worse than even having one's finger and toe sliced in this manner would be the removal of that ductape later. Wow. Anyway, something about this video, for it's conscienceless, weirdness, and simplicity has it eroding my brain away.

...I don't usually edit but, I just found this and could'nt help but see the uhh...connection of weird things happening with razors? I am so bad at this blogging stuff! ahahaaaa.



And yes, idiot, it's a joke. And was the slog's lunchtime quickie. Oh, taking things out of context!

Tauba Auerbach

These are acrylic on canvas paintings.