A few months ago in the Beigh Area a friend and I undertook this whelming feet, and as an emotional aside I extracted a few nuggets and egoized hyper-moments last week to prove a point to another person about a statue he has made out of numbers and ideas and now it’s the most watched thing on cable TV. Take that, “Lena Dunham” (miss u). -K’k P.S. so sorry.
……………………………………………………….. Back or Hither. Into Remaining-ness. A series of titular events. What Is It.
As Always, I am paralytically interested in all feedback. So still i’ve no P.O. box, and am still learning how to automate those fill-in-the-blank forms in html, so in the interrim, please direct all correspondences electronically.
That is to say: if you saw me performing, please send your automatic narrative analyses, interpretations, diagrammatic engagements, etc. You can find some writing and theory around the show on the main website.
I am interested to explore other topographies, music video dialectix, sex-positive logos, garbage landscapes, post-graduate museum places.
So, thanks for taking pictures: i’m a hypocrite, and.
it’s been some time now. “with or without reason.”
After one last five day Art Residency in the Fort-Lauderdale Airport, we landed on Other Earth, speaking Other Tongues. After Family, when April had passed her middle age we started southernly, to break ourselves upon our dash through nations. Again to Ipiales, Quito, Jungles.
In Peru (which is otherwise Ssswimminlgy) I somehow shed almost all of my digital limbs in a pastry shoppe when my little computer & ex-hard drive was snagged, and since then I’ve been a little left out in the cold from our contemporary MMORPG-style intellectual socius. Moments before the elopement, I had been dwelling around the creation of a project detailing Absence/Presence discourses in the context of a bodiless Web-Sphere, and have found that concept squarely punctuated by these past twenty weeks. Privilege as Math? Well.
Having passed Colombia’s familial strains, and the jungle tourists of Ecuador, we were through Peru’s solidarity and the eternal snaking desert who fed snakelike into pockmarked Chile and its snowy hospitality-po, and finally over the pass to rainbow mountains and Argentina, where we had been accepted to an art residency program in La Plata outside Buenos Aires.
Residencia Corazon offered a total inversion of the backpack’s physical limits. If there was a thesis or crowning center for my working body, it was my procedural construction and ambulation with this metaphor. Themes include: sisyphus, perspective weight, el mundo aparte, idiot-heroism, false artist gods…
In addition, we created a small menagerie of box worlds, diagrams, estatuetas, drawings and performance forumulae.
But last and most, we acquired the Horrible Tyrant, the Glorious One, the Patchwork Symbolist Messiah, Mugre. He was a nothing then, a furry trundle, messy on the street. And we snatched him. And we raised him. And we made him one of us.
[Hatefully, the Kickstarter I attempted to launch to cover the costs of the program was unaccountably quashed after weeks of silence. (here is the aborted kickstarter text) As a result, I will be happily if retroactively accepting commissions on a more personal level. Ah So!]
Returning north was a long hitch in hurting cold, more with a heady choosy puppy. But finally Bolivia opened to us. Swallowed us. And soon Peru had shat us out again into Florida, where racist NRA maniacs yell faggot at young people in torrential rain and leave them for dead on the highway. But at long last, with tears and laughter, trust identity crises, poly-monogamy, and a third leg, we have come back to the Northeast, separatists.
THEREFORE, We do want to investigate locomotive norms, travel literature as life fan fiction, and kitsch gypsyist nomad-colonialism; to hunt dogs through paradises; to examine Eternal Honeymooning rituals as a dualist problematic, a necessary musical tryst, eternal-return/death;
I want your film. I want your analyses. I want your dearth. I want the claws of your eyes.
…And when i say i am banal/kitsch/cliche/blase it is to beggar the sympathy of your advice, to broker evasion through the creation of new DNAs: the incorporation of new bodies, landscapes, metaphors, texts, movements, sounds, colors, gestures, personalities… so that in the future i will be more stringently demanding critique… and sure that this would dovetail squarely with the (excerpted from our Koala Haus Biennial Birthday Party) Abortion Open Discourse Around Once Upon A Time:
*{i am trying to perform a total generative misreading of all literature}*
They wanted me to be an honest hornet, an open bruise of myself spouted onto a literalist approach to living-it, and I slipped on my too-toady foot-becoming. That is to say, we tried to write a semi-comprehensile praxis analysis of the #OW(s) phenomenology in the WORLD, but we didn’t finish it, so that now it seems, fittingly, more of a half-festered corpse of itself (and hair pours onto my fingers from heaven). We did a lot of traveling. An approximate Dynamic Mapping is figured below.
Although actually, I think This is a better map. Not my map.
Now we are in new Orleans, Where we are “teaching” two classes – - Fluxus 2012: “Performance Art” Apocalypse, and Intro to Speculative Realism and Object Oriented Ontology, whose respective blogs you are welcome to peruse.
Huerfanos/Putos/Crios, one iterative limb of the Groupself Ensemble, will be performing around the city in the coming days and weeks as well – please contact one of us (Este can be found at A Wooden Idol) for booking arrangements.
(I wanted to open a dis-concourse around Representations of Self in the Media, but I guess I’ll do that later.)
***P.P.S. About Fauxtography… I’d relish that critique, just wanting of a shove. Please Ask***
I am now also a member of the group_self collectivity, and will be producing works with them. The collectivity is structurally mycelial and presents itself as “anti-arboreally emergent” on the internet. For now you should take a look at the following biological map and pseudo-charter statement below. If you’re interested in the project, please get in touch, and maybe we can figure out a further collaboration!
“groupself is a loose collaboration of mass speculation, a conceptual nomadic collectivity,a mystic pyramid scheme whose members form infinite rhizomatic tentacles of recombination-organelles.the architectural dna of the group spans through inter-media cannibal rituals and backwards, to otherwise illiterate critical theory chapbook encyclopaedias, transcending the space-time boundaries of our humble reality spheres. we disseminate wide ecologies and pedagogical possibilities onto the burgeoning cartographies of truth-scapes and their associated milieus; we are both recursively faery-tale and always-already epilogue to our own anti-narratives. we are an integrated animal that, develops, evolves, dies, rebirths, mutates, grows, regresses, progresses, and have collaborates with the “self” (inner outer) to become a nexus of cells, open arteries, and entangling alliances. we hope eventually to emancipate the body in order to enslave it once again.“
Long Thyme No C… hope lotsa posts coming soon. For now, also should be lots of forthcoming work on the now month-old T.A.N.G.!, a pseudo-capitalist collective offshoot of Dump.fm started by @LCKY & @maryrachel. I’ll be elaborating a bunch of bogus SoC theories on there over the next weeks. There’s contests too, seems like! So let me know about things you’d like to see extemporized, elaborated, or lengthened… ”What is E-Mail?” // “What is T.A.N.G.” // “ponies respond to elitist.”
It’s funny for me to keep delving further and further into worlds of digital art, even as a kind of ultimate metaphor rebuke against discourses of Reality-Authenticity-Spectacle.
Keep on lookin! Back in New York City very soon indeed.
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