Showing posts with label artists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artists. Show all posts
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Monday, November 21, 2011
Live-blogging the Internet
http://www.jaakkopallasvuo.com/screentest.html
This is what I am watching. I am sitting at Taza coffeehouse with my headphones in and I'm half hearing the smooth British female voice and half listening to the two older men at the window table, one gesturing and talking about "an artsy mom" which strikes me as sexist but maybe it's simply out of context.
I notice Martin Kohout's name in the credits of the film. We had a lecture by him today, I found I could follow almost all of it, to my surprise. I surprise myself often, with things I remember and know and do. I don't mean to sound pretentious at all, I simply don't think I know something, and then all of a sudden I do.
I guess it's worse when I think I DO know something and I then I don't.
I click on another link on Jaakko Pallasvuo's site. It takes me to pictures of a gallery show, and this quote, "I read into things: haircuts as language, gestures and objects as language. Language as language, too. I'm interested in social dynamics. Subtle changes in room-size atmospheres."
His work is interesting to me. It deals with several things I like to think about. I wonder if he's Finnish--what else could he be with a name like that? Maybe I'll write to him. What about, though, I don't really know.
Would you look at that, Nicholas O'Brien is on this site. I have seen this video, on Nicholas' own YouTube channel. It is all at once more strange and makes more sense in this context, next to the video by Jake Diebeler.
The speakers here are playing Our Cat Philip. I saw them when they played here. I liked them better live, which is rare for me. I really prefer recorded music to live, in general. I explained it to my sister in this way: the music is a film strip. When it is presented to you live, you experience it one frame at a time--the strip of music is in contact with you only one moment at a time. In order to experience each frame, you must forget the one before it. When you listen to a song though headphones, you can see the whole strip, experience a bigger chunk of it at a time. When I find a song I like, I listen to it obsessively, playing it over and over. Eventually I can sing along, I can anticipate the good parts--I can see the whole film strip, the structure and the linear quality of it.
"6. The Acknowledgement That This Is Boring Doesn't Make It Any Less Boring
I asked someone to stand still and hold a sign saying I KNOW THIS IS BORING for one minute."
Okay, yeah, that's great. I need to write to this guy.
http://www.booooooom.com/2011/11/07/first-aid-kit-the-lions-roar-music-video/
I have kept this link open for three days because I don't want to lose it but then again I do not want to bookmark it because even though it will be in my bookmarks I will forget about it and all I REALLY want to do is to keep the doorway to that song and that video open as long as I can.
There are two girls singing and four playing drums and I notice that there are no men in this video, which shouldn't strike me but does. Damn you, patriarchy.
I've tried talking feminism and genderqueer with my sister, but explaining third-gender pronouns to anyone is awkward. "Zhe" and "hir" are awkward. I try my best to use them when they apply. They taste strange on the tongue.
Is the visual of the vintage suitcase at the bottom of the lake too hipster, or just hipster enough to be relevant? Music videos both intrigue me and frustrate me. Often they have half-formed narratives woven into the song and I want more, a continuation or closure or something. But asking the Internet for closure is like asking a cat to do, well, anything. It'll refuse simply because it is not in its nature to comply.
In between videos I hear the ESL group chattering and laughing. I turn to iTunes. Massive Attack. Not my favorite band but it's in my shuffle so here it goes. Still reading Jaakko, I start thinking about Ryan Mulligan, comparing my thesis work to poetry, breathing room and all that. I wonder if this i meant to be poetry. Does it matter? I've stopped writing poetry. It's easy to start writing and then hard to stop.
Ryan also asked me about grad school. Oh god don't ask me about grad school. Jordan asked me about money. Oh god don't ask me about money. I need time I don't have time jesus christ I should be doing comics and Japanese and returning library books and mailing Netflix envelopes and I skipped English today, even though I did the reading. That class makes me happy, it is easy. That class makes me sad, it skims along the surface of things I want to dig into, now that I know I can.
A video at the end of all that writing, a plastic curtain billowing in front of a window, you can see the squares of light moving on it. It is a delicate video, quiet. It clashes with the sound of the barista stacking cups.
Here, watch it:
Incomplete Descriptions from Jaakko Pallasvuo on Vimeo.
Oh my god he does comics. I'm done. I wish we'd had more time in class for artist presentations lately, I've found so many good ones. Another one I found was Uno Moralez, who does bitmap comics and gifs.
I like Martin Kohout's bio on his about page. I wish I could do the same sort of thing without being classified as a smartass. I feel like there's a different expectation for female artists when it comes to that sort of thing. And it cuts both ways. I love The Pervocracy's Cosmocking series--she covers why Cosmo's presentation of females is disturbing and wrong, but why Cosmo's presentation of men is also problematic.
Now that The Pervocracy is open I'm going to end up reading it until my hot chocolate has gone cold (oh wait that's already happened nevermind) so I'll end this live-blogging thing for now. Might come back and do some more later.
This is what I am watching. I am sitting at Taza coffeehouse with my headphones in and I'm half hearing the smooth British female voice and half listening to the two older men at the window table, one gesturing and talking about "an artsy mom" which strikes me as sexist but maybe it's simply out of context.
I notice Martin Kohout's name in the credits of the film. We had a lecture by him today, I found I could follow almost all of it, to my surprise. I surprise myself often, with things I remember and know and do. I don't mean to sound pretentious at all, I simply don't think I know something, and then all of a sudden I do.
I guess it's worse when I think I DO know something and I then I don't.
I click on another link on Jaakko Pallasvuo's site. It takes me to pictures of a gallery show, and this quote, "I read into things: haircuts as language, gestures and objects as language. Language as language, too. I'm interested in social dynamics. Subtle changes in room-size atmospheres."
His work is interesting to me. It deals with several things I like to think about. I wonder if he's Finnish--what else could he be with a name like that? Maybe I'll write to him. What about, though, I don't really know.
Would you look at that, Nicholas O'Brien is on this site. I have seen this video, on Nicholas' own YouTube channel. It is all at once more strange and makes more sense in this context, next to the video by Jake Diebeler.
The speakers here are playing Our Cat Philip. I saw them when they played here. I liked them better live, which is rare for me. I really prefer recorded music to live, in general. I explained it to my sister in this way: the music is a film strip. When it is presented to you live, you experience it one frame at a time--the strip of music is in contact with you only one moment at a time. In order to experience each frame, you must forget the one before it. When you listen to a song though headphones, you can see the whole strip, experience a bigger chunk of it at a time. When I find a song I like, I listen to it obsessively, playing it over and over. Eventually I can sing along, I can anticipate the good parts--I can see the whole film strip, the structure and the linear quality of it.
"6. The Acknowledgement That This Is Boring Doesn't Make It Any Less Boring
I asked someone to stand still and hold a sign saying I KNOW THIS IS BORING for one minute."
Okay, yeah, that's great. I need to write to this guy.
http://www.booooooom.com/2011/11/07/first-aid-kit-the-lions-roar-music-video/
I have kept this link open for three days because I don't want to lose it but then again I do not want to bookmark it because even though it will be in my bookmarks I will forget about it and all I REALLY want to do is to keep the doorway to that song and that video open as long as I can.
There are two girls singing and four playing drums and I notice that there are no men in this video, which shouldn't strike me but does. Damn you, patriarchy.
I've tried talking feminism and genderqueer with my sister, but explaining third-gender pronouns to anyone is awkward. "Zhe" and "hir" are awkward. I try my best to use them when they apply. They taste strange on the tongue.
Is the visual of the vintage suitcase at the bottom of the lake too hipster, or just hipster enough to be relevant? Music videos both intrigue me and frustrate me. Often they have half-formed narratives woven into the song and I want more, a continuation or closure or something. But asking the Internet for closure is like asking a cat to do, well, anything. It'll refuse simply because it is not in its nature to comply.
In between videos I hear the ESL group chattering and laughing. I turn to iTunes. Massive Attack. Not my favorite band but it's in my shuffle so here it goes. Still reading Jaakko, I start thinking about Ryan Mulligan, comparing my thesis work to poetry, breathing room and all that. I wonder if this i meant to be poetry. Does it matter? I've stopped writing poetry. It's easy to start writing and then hard to stop.
Ryan also asked me about grad school. Oh god don't ask me about grad school. Jordan asked me about money. Oh god don't ask me about money. I need time I don't have time jesus christ I should be doing comics and Japanese and returning library books and mailing Netflix envelopes and I skipped English today, even though I did the reading. That class makes me happy, it is easy. That class makes me sad, it skims along the surface of things I want to dig into, now that I know I can.
A video at the end of all that writing, a plastic curtain billowing in front of a window, you can see the squares of light moving on it. It is a delicate video, quiet. It clashes with the sound of the barista stacking cups.
Here, watch it:
Incomplete Descriptions from Jaakko Pallasvuo on Vimeo.
Oh my god he does comics. I'm done. I wish we'd had more time in class for artist presentations lately, I've found so many good ones. Another one I found was Uno Moralez, who does bitmap comics and gifs.
I like Martin Kohout's bio on his about page. I wish I could do the same sort of thing without being classified as a smartass. I feel like there's a different expectation for female artists when it comes to that sort of thing. And it cuts both ways. I love The Pervocracy's Cosmocking series--she covers why Cosmo's presentation of females is disturbing and wrong, but why Cosmo's presentation of men is also problematic.
Now that The Pervocracy is open I'm going to end up reading it until my hot chocolate has gone cold (oh wait that's already happened nevermind) so I'll end this live-blogging thing for now. Might come back and do some more later.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
What I did on the Net today: personas
So, I've been thinking.
My last Net Art project resulted in this: mot-ljuset-le.tumblr.com. Before that, I was doing YouTube video performances (like the Pony response video). I have my main blog, mid-atlantic ridge, and one for reblogs, ebolazaire. I have a facebook page. I have a photobucket. I have a livejournal and a deviantart, both mostly inactive.
Somewhere in there, there's a sort of Internet-version of myself, which is quite like me, but not wholly so. It's an inadvertent Internet persona, the version of myself that exists on the Internet, that may be a little more eloquent than the person sitting at the keyboard, that may be a bit more raucous and raunchy than the person who presents in the classroom. I make decisions on the Internet, not to build this Internet persona, but simply to react to whatever virtual situation has presented itself. Comments and writing and reblogs are generally automatic--I am not representing anyone but myself (or, at least, my Internet-self), why would I think about it too hard?
So... what if I DID think about it? What if I went about creating an Internet persona totally from scratch? It's like building a character in a story, in a totally disjointed way. There's no narrative, just an entire person to create, to be viewed through a screen. Nothing is explained, there's just photos and brief captions and "likes" and reblogs. When you get on the Internet, you don't go about laying out your life's story on every website--you simply jump in, like a stage scene, starting from the middle. So what if I decided to simply start monitoring everything I did on the Internet, on certain websites, to appear to be anyone other than the person I am now? It would have to be exhaustive in order to be convincing. I would have to create a person totally from scratch, in order to act like him/ her/ hir on the Internet.
I'm not sure I could do it. I am not a good actor--I am too firmly planted within my own head. I can imitate and follow a script--pure creation is a different story.
Impersonation is possible, but only if I could find someone to switch Internet-bodies with (like in that old Goosebumps story where the guy switches bodies with a bee). Jeremy Bailey mentioned in his lecture doing a similar thing with Petra Cortright, I think... but that was only on facebook. It involves a massive amount of trust, not to mention feeling comfortable with baring very private details of your Internet life with someone. And I'm going to go right ahead and say that I'm not that close to anyone, not even my sister or my boyfriend. I could consider letting someone into my facebook account, maybe, but that's mostly because what I have on facebook is not very sensitive. Other venues of the Internet are a different story.
I don't know if I'll end up doing this, at least not immediately. It will take massive amounts of Interneting, which I simply do not have time for right now. Perhaps in the future I will have the time to build a whole new being out of a few Internet profiles.
My last Net Art project resulted in this: mot-ljuset-le.tumblr.com. Before that, I was doing YouTube video performances (like the Pony response video). I have my main blog, mid-atlantic ridge, and one for reblogs, ebolazaire. I have a facebook page. I have a photobucket. I have a livejournal and a deviantart, both mostly inactive.
Somewhere in there, there's a sort of Internet-version of myself, which is quite like me, but not wholly so. It's an inadvertent Internet persona, the version of myself that exists on the Internet, that may be a little more eloquent than the person sitting at the keyboard, that may be a bit more raucous and raunchy than the person who presents in the classroom. I make decisions on the Internet, not to build this Internet persona, but simply to react to whatever virtual situation has presented itself. Comments and writing and reblogs are generally automatic--I am not representing anyone but myself (or, at least, my Internet-self), why would I think about it too hard?
So... what if I DID think about it? What if I went about creating an Internet persona totally from scratch? It's like building a character in a story, in a totally disjointed way. There's no narrative, just an entire person to create, to be viewed through a screen. Nothing is explained, there's just photos and brief captions and "likes" and reblogs. When you get on the Internet, you don't go about laying out your life's story on every website--you simply jump in, like a stage scene, starting from the middle. So what if I decided to simply start monitoring everything I did on the Internet, on certain websites, to appear to be anyone other than the person I am now? It would have to be exhaustive in order to be convincing. I would have to create a person totally from scratch, in order to act like him/ her/ hir on the Internet.
I'm not sure I could do it. I am not a good actor--I am too firmly planted within my own head. I can imitate and follow a script--pure creation is a different story.
Impersonation is possible, but only if I could find someone to switch Internet-bodies with (like in that old Goosebumps story where the guy switches bodies with a bee). Jeremy Bailey mentioned in his lecture doing a similar thing with Petra Cortright, I think... but that was only on facebook. It involves a massive amount of trust, not to mention feeling comfortable with baring very private details of your Internet life with someone. And I'm going to go right ahead and say that I'm not that close to anyone, not even my sister or my boyfriend. I could consider letting someone into my facebook account, maybe, but that's mostly because what I have on facebook is not very sensitive. Other venues of the Internet are a different story.
I don't know if I'll end up doing this, at least not immediately. It will take massive amounts of Interneting, which I simply do not have time for right now. Perhaps in the future I will have the time to build a whole new being out of a few Internet profiles.
Monday, October 3, 2011
What I did on the Net today
As this is a usual schoolday, my Net time so far has been limited. Before English I scrolled through tumblr on my iPod Touch, but didn't get very far. Since class was canceled after we turned in our papers, I ran an errand and came back home to scroll further through tumblr while making soup for lunch. The soup was disappointing but tumblr delivered, as always. Someday I'll do an entry on tumblr specifically, but since that is a Nippert-stadium-sized can of worms, I'll leave it for now. Suffice to say, tumblr delivered as usual.
Since then I've quickly cleared out my deviantart watch list (rolling my eyes and wondering why I follow most of these artists but not actively doing anything to un-watch them), checked my email, checked my facebook (again, quickly attending to notifications and getting the hell out of there), and scanned the Swedish tabloid site Aftonbladet since my dad sent me a link to some article about a dog defending its wounded friend (heart-wrenching, but the effect is spoiled somewhat by pop-ups and blaring ads).
I'm in Internet Art class currently and we've been talking about artists: Duncan Alexander, Alain Barthelemy, jodi.org and Jaime Martinez... as well as threeframes and if we don't, remember me.
Also, watching this video, which I have posted before but is still hilarious--it led us to this site, which reminds me of a video blogger I found when working on my screenshot project earlier in the year. It was a girl in her middle/ late teens making videos to Ke$ha songs that were clearly meant to be sexy and provocative but just came across as sort of sad and desperate--the videos are set in what looks like her grandmother's house, and she's trying so hard to be sexy but she's small and sort of childlike still and it's almost uncomfortable to watch.
I digress. I'll probably spend more time on tumblr before the day is out, and sort through my usual rounds of webcomics. But that's what I've been doing on the Net today.
Since then I've quickly cleared out my deviantart watch list (rolling my eyes and wondering why I follow most of these artists but not actively doing anything to un-watch them), checked my email, checked my facebook (again, quickly attending to notifications and getting the hell out of there), and scanned the Swedish tabloid site Aftonbladet since my dad sent me a link to some article about a dog defending its wounded friend (heart-wrenching, but the effect is spoiled somewhat by pop-ups and blaring ads).
I'm in Internet Art class currently and we've been talking about artists: Duncan Alexander, Alain Barthelemy, jodi.org and Jaime Martinez... as well as threeframes and if we don't, remember me.
Also, watching this video, which I have posted before but is still hilarious--it led us to this site, which reminds me of a video blogger I found when working on my screenshot project earlier in the year. It was a girl in her middle/ late teens making videos to Ke$ha songs that were clearly meant to be sexy and provocative but just came across as sort of sad and desperate--the videos are set in what looks like her grandmother's house, and she's trying so hard to be sexy but she's small and sort of childlike still and it's almost uncomfortable to watch.
I digress. I'll probably spend more time on tumblr before the day is out, and sort through my usual rounds of webcomics. But that's what I've been doing on the Net today.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Collaboration
So on Thursday internet artist Chris Collins came to DAAP to lead a collaborative workshop and to give a lecture. I attended both. For the workshop we used google sketchup to create virtual sculptures (mine is the gigantic pink thing with the cat head in the back):
Which we then sent to Chris to insert into a program called Unity which is used to create virtual spaces within games. While he was doing that, we created two google draw documents: one for the floor, and one for the sky. And we recorded some audio. I'm not going to tell you what song we sang, I'll leave that to you to figure out. The result is a virtual sculpture garden, complete with setting and ambiance. The download is available here for both PC and Mac.
A group of us went to lunch afterwards, and getting to sit around, eat sushi, and hear Chris describe his resume to Jordan Tate (who was to introduce him at the lecture later) was pretty sweet.
At the lecture Chris went through his work, all of which can be found here. I think I like this one best:
Just for the sheer ridiculousness. The Lion King one is pretty fantastic, too.
Click on all the links I've provided, each one leads to something amazing, I promise.
Which we then sent to Chris to insert into a program called Unity which is used to create virtual spaces within games. While he was doing that, we created two google draw documents: one for the floor, and one for the sky. And we recorded some audio. I'm not going to tell you what song we sang, I'll leave that to you to figure out. The result is a virtual sculpture garden, complete with setting and ambiance. The download is available here for both PC and Mac.
A group of us went to lunch afterwards, and getting to sit around, eat sushi, and hear Chris describe his resume to Jordan Tate (who was to introduce him at the lecture later) was pretty sweet.
At the lecture Chris went through his work, all of which can be found here. I think I like this one best:
Just for the sheer ridiculousness. The Lion King one is pretty fantastic, too.
Click on all the links I've provided, each one leads to something amazing, I promise.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
ART HISTORIANS AND ARTISTS
So today I went to Louisville with my art history professor Dr. Theresa Leininger-Miller and a retired DAAP professor named Lloyd (whose last name I never caught) to hear Linda Nochlin speak at the University of Louisville. Her lecture was on Misere: Courbet, Millet and the Representation of Poverty in the Nineteenth Century.
It was interesting in that I gleaned a whole trove of new artists to look at both from her lecture and from looking around the Speed Art Museum at which the lecture was held. Also I was simply impressed that she's still teaching and giving lectures. She's eighty years old.
But I did expect the lecture to be more theoretical and less... didactic? I'm not sure if that's the word I want to use. It was simpler than I expected. Not to mention that for a feminist she certainly focused on male artists more than I expected her to. I don't think I wrote down any female artists during her lecture.
I'm mostly glad I went, she had some interesting points and I felt like I could follow along quite easily, which I guess I'm not used to (maybe I've been in visual arts concepts too long).
I did get to use my brand-new Fujifilm Instax camera, which I was rather excited about. I received it as a 21st birthday gift yesterday.
I'm heading into the darkroom tomorrow to develop some 100 speed black and white film, so we'll see how that goes. I'm also going to have to post about all the new comics and graphic novels I received for my birthday (primary amongst them were Jeffrey Brown and Shaun Tan, but there were many more excellent ones I had never heard of).
Also a comics-related side note, Carol Tyler was unable to come to class on Wednesday because her mother was ill, so she sent someone to take attendance, an older fellow with a slow deep voice and a head full of white hair. He took attendance and then took the time to tell us about how important lettering is in comics, and how we should develop several lettering styles to work with. Being a bit of a lettering geek I found it quite interesting but couldn't really think of any questions when he asked us if we had any, so he let us out of class early and we all scattered.
AFTER he left one of my classmates went, "so that's Binky Brown." And I had a minor WHATWHATWHAT moment. Justin Green just took our attendance?? He didn't introduce himself, how was I supposed to know it was Carol Tyler's husband telling us about letter-spacing? I have got to learn what all my favorite artists look like now. Man.
It was interesting in that I gleaned a whole trove of new artists to look at both from her lecture and from looking around the Speed Art Museum at which the lecture was held. Also I was simply impressed that she's still teaching and giving lectures. She's eighty years old.
But I did expect the lecture to be more theoretical and less... didactic? I'm not sure if that's the word I want to use. It was simpler than I expected. Not to mention that for a feminist she certainly focused on male artists more than I expected her to. I don't think I wrote down any female artists during her lecture.
I'm mostly glad I went, she had some interesting points and I felt like I could follow along quite easily, which I guess I'm not used to (maybe I've been in visual arts concepts too long).
I did get to use my brand-new Fujifilm Instax camera, which I was rather excited about. I received it as a 21st birthday gift yesterday.
Me looking ridiculous with my sister and my mom.
I love that this camera makes any photo look like it was taken in the 70s.
Linda Nochlin hiding behind the dude in the suit, and Theresa.
My favorite by far. The green thing is the flash that went off against the car window.
Also a comics-related side note, Carol Tyler was unable to come to class on Wednesday because her mother was ill, so she sent someone to take attendance, an older fellow with a slow deep voice and a head full of white hair. He took attendance and then took the time to tell us about how important lettering is in comics, and how we should develop several lettering styles to work with. Being a bit of a lettering geek I found it quite interesting but couldn't really think of any questions when he asked us if we had any, so he let us out of class early and we all scattered.
AFTER he left one of my classmates went, "so that's Binky Brown." And I had a minor WHATWHATWHAT moment. Justin Green just took our attendance?? He didn't introduce himself, how was I supposed to know it was Carol Tyler's husband telling us about letter-spacing? I have got to learn what all my favorite artists look like now. Man.
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