like knitting a big ass sweater for video monitors except ten times slower and requires large quantities of water. and i want to string yarn through it...
11/17/09
11/15/09
OH AND ALSO
does anyone have a karagarga invite and/or a demonoid invite that they can send me? does anyone know what i'm talking about, is anybody readinggg please email me at lilyjoo@gmail.com
you, nonexistent reader, who thought this blog died six months ago...i'm baaaaaack
here are shows that i've seen (just the favorites, in the order i have seen them) in the last month and a half that make me very excited about looking at and producing work:
a voyage of growth and discovery, mike kelley & michael smith (my photos here)
sade for sade's sake, paul chan
(oh why so serious)
i'm gonna lay my cards out and admit my only connection to the marquis de sade is from watching salò.
and quills, if that's worth a mention.
although really, i don't know that i'd believe anyone my age would read the 120 days of sodom from a critical perspective unless they were totally damaged in the worst possible ways. sooo while i save sade at the bottom of a long and overdue list of books-i-should've-at-least-browsed-by-now, i'm happy i had salò to fall back on (on a tangent...whaaaaaat is with all these re-releases of films that were impossible to find like, five years ago, like the experimental image world of shuji terayama, uhhh amazing) because otherwise i probably would have written off the work under superficial pretenses of trying too hard to generate shock value, and not even "real" shock value so much as like, a watered-down version of the yba model for shock value. and i think in its worst light, it just barely misses that element having to be part of the conversation. okay what am i talking about, there's a photo of an orgy's shadow and a keyboard. tiny photos from green naftali:
all of the text and original typeface from this show is up on national philistine. thinking about the experience of the show now is kind of funny because at the time i was trying to decipher the formula in a short amount of time, but here's some guy who's devoted a s-e-r-i-o-u-s amount of time calculating a very specific encryption for dirty bedroom talk. i guess i'm immature in that "haha, writing titties that big that many times in that menacing of a font" way, but actually most of the writing is pretty disgusting...no wait but kind of makes it all the funnier because this "some guy" has deliberately inserted sade-inspired language into dirty bedroom talk, and hypothetical dirty bedroom talk at that. not that the words were ever meant to be spoken, but the possibility of this dialogue ever occuring only exist between people in the present day speaking fetishisms with an early 19th century twang or hypothetically existing people from sade's era refusing to adopt contemporary colloquialisms. talking out my ass...no really in all seriousness, the act of organizing/categorizing different genres of i don't know...vulgarity? fetishisms? on a rule-based system is genuinely interesting to me, or at least, a curiosity worth further looking into. there were also smaller notes/drafts/scribbles on the right wall of that room that seemed to indicate another structure related to musical notation and composition. i didn't get to spend enough time on them to discover anything beyond that realization, other than feeling satisfied with myself that i recognized the names of characters/the order of the dinners/the increase in severity of the actions in one particular scribble with brainstorm bubbles all from a novel i never read.
to be continued with the dan graham retrospective...the experience of that show (which was a-w-e-s-o-m-e, by the way) is still resonating in my system and is probably one of the best shows i've seen. ever. beyond the fact that the presentation was impeccable, except for wanting the pavilions to be on green.
and eventually photos of current work, if it'll ever come out of progress in the near future. it's such a bad habit to make elaborate things. most recent example: learning how the magic happens on the optical printer. if there's ever a machine that's been completely debunked by the advancement of technology in machines that better conserve energy/time/money, yet this does nothing to deter me from wanting to invest all of my effort into using it...
okay welcome back to myself and bai bai for nowww
LILY JUE SHENG
a voyage of growth and discovery, mike kelley & michael smith (my photos here)
sade for sade's sake, paul chan
(oh why so serious)
i'm gonna lay my cards out and admit my only connection to the marquis de sade is from watching salò.
and quills, if that's worth a mention.
although really, i don't know that i'd believe anyone my age would read the 120 days of sodom from a critical perspective unless they were totally damaged in the worst possible ways. sooo while i save sade at the bottom of a long and overdue list of books-i-should've-at-least-browsed-by-now, i'm happy i had salò to fall back on (on a tangent...whaaaaaat is with all these re-releases of films that were impossible to find like, five years ago, like the experimental image world of shuji terayama, uhhh amazing) because otherwise i probably would have written off the work under superficial pretenses of trying too hard to generate shock value, and not even "real" shock value so much as like, a watered-down version of the yba model for shock value. and i think in its worst light, it just barely misses that element having to be part of the conversation. okay what am i talking about, there's a photo of an orgy's shadow and a keyboard. tiny photos from green naftali:
all of the text and original typeface from this show is up on national philistine. thinking about the experience of the show now is kind of funny because at the time i was trying to decipher the formula in a short amount of time, but here's some guy who's devoted a s-e-r-i-o-u-s amount of time calculating a very specific encryption for dirty bedroom talk. i guess i'm immature in that "haha, writing titties that big that many times in that menacing of a font" way, but actually most of the writing is pretty disgusting...no wait but kind of makes it all the funnier because this "some guy" has deliberately inserted sade-inspired language into dirty bedroom talk, and hypothetical dirty bedroom talk at that. not that the words were ever meant to be spoken, but the possibility of this dialogue ever occuring only exist between people in the present day speaking fetishisms with an early 19th century twang or hypothetically existing people from sade's era refusing to adopt contemporary colloquialisms. talking out my ass...no really in all seriousness, the act of organizing/categorizing different genres of i don't know...vulgarity? fetishisms? on a rule-based system is genuinely interesting to me, or at least, a curiosity worth further looking into. there were also smaller notes/drafts/scribbles on the right wall of that room that seemed to indicate another structure related to musical notation and composition. i didn't get to spend enough time on them to discover anything beyond that realization, other than feeling satisfied with myself that i recognized the names of characters/the order of the dinners/the increase in severity of the actions in one particular scribble with brainstorm bubbles all from a novel i never read.
to be continued with the dan graham retrospective...the experience of that show (which was a-w-e-s-o-m-e, by the way) is still resonating in my system and is probably one of the best shows i've seen. ever. beyond the fact that the presentation was impeccable, except for wanting the pavilions to be on green.
and eventually photos of current work, if it'll ever come out of progress in the near future. it's such a bad habit to make elaborate things. most recent example: learning how the magic happens on the optical printer. if there's ever a machine that's been completely debunked by the advancement of technology in machines that better conserve energy/time/money, yet this does nothing to deter me from wanting to invest all of my effort into using it...
okay welcome back to myself and bai bai for nowww
LILY JUE SHENG
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