I love the versatility of the word fuck. Most people who know me have learned to embrace my potty mouth rather than scold me for it, which is probably why my coworker Sophie immediately thought of me when she saw this “I Don’t Give A Fuck” neon artwork which is currently being auctioned off for charity…and a children’s charity, no less. Heh. Keep reading »
I have a Shelf of Oddities (yes, I capitalize it in my head) that contains a toy bust of a Black Barbie, a miniature black Frank Kozik Gipper Bust, a School House Rock soundtrack, a vintage Franc, a chunk of pyrite, a bag of semi-precious rocks (mostly also pyrite), a paper knife, the rubber-band detritus of having performed Lygia Clark’s “Estruturas Vivas,” pieces of a broken sonic screwdriver toy that held someone’s weed before I scavenged it from their garbage, a six-sided die that has no 1 or 6 but two 2’s and two 3’s, a small vial of gallium (a metal that melts at extraordinarily low temperatures), a tungsten drill bit, dozens of pins that I had to take off of my backpack before I started traveling, and — here’s the important one — several pieces of multi-colored, multi-flavored hard candy that I took from Felix Gonzalez-Torres’ “Untitled (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)” and pocketed instead of eating, as theoretically one is intended to do.
“Portrait of Ross” is a pile of 176 pounds of a candy called Fruit Flashers that’s usually housed in the contemporary wing of the Art Institute of Chicago. It’s 176 pounds because that’s the weight Ross Laycock, Gonzalez-Torres’ partner, was when he was healthy, before they both got AIDS. It’s a metaphor for Ross’s body, and viewers are supposed to take a piece of candy — by so doing, the body deteriorates. Keep reading »
File this one under “ Extremely Mixed Feelings”: Olfactory artist Peter de Cupere has a one-day exhibit happening in which a Madonna figure made of holy water and “vaginal smell” will melt and fill the gallery with “the scent of passion.” :-/
The vaginal smell is authentic and sourced from a variety of women, but is hygienic – it was created by an olfactory lab, so no, say, hazardous elements remain in the sculpture. Gallery attendees will be invited to touch the liquid after the sculpture has melted but have been warned that it’s a pretty strong scent and will stick. Keep reading »
I don’t know if it’s just a hormone thing, but the fact that Kristen Stewart is happy is making me really, really happy (ditto Renee Zellweger). In an interview with USA Today, Stewart said that she’s “really happy right now, overly happy,” after two straight years of work following The Great PattinStew Love Bermuda Triangle of 2012. Good tactic, K-Stew, I’d forgotten all about it until just now.
She also said that she’ll be taking an indefinite vacation from acting in order to “make some shit with my hands,” and plans on buying a live-work space in downtown LA where she can make art and write (which sounds lovely, actually). “I’ve always felt intimidated and insufficient when I think about other forms of art I want to create,” she said. “I’m making a bunch of (stuff). I don’t know how I’ll put it out. But I’m not going to hold it so preciously close to me.” Keep reading »
Artist Thomas Stevenson launched art project/pop-up campground Bivouac NY to allow city dwellers to spend the night in tents on secret New York City rooftops. The experience may not offer much in the way of forests or meadows, but there is a great big starry sky to gaze at when night falls and a pretty sweet view of city high-rises. No phones are allowed on the campsite and there are no showers or electricity, which creates more of a true “roughing it” experience. Stevenson, who serves as a camp counselor at the events, told Yahoo! Travelthat the two principles of the project for are “disconnecting from the world at large and people convening together” — basically, exactly what you’d gain from a weekend in the woods. “You have a camping experience and go back to work the next day. It’s very convenient and has a lot of depth to it.” Magical things happen when people share a space and simply spend time together, and that, at least to me, has always been the allure of camping that cancels out the many downsides of being in the middle of nowhere with no cell reception.
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