Parking a Winnebago in front of a hotel is like conceptual art.
Spanish photographer Alejandro Guijarro, fascinated by the philosophical implications of the most challenging branch of physics, has spent the past three years visiting research institutions to photograph their work. But Guijarro doesn’t shoot the professors or students. Rather, at each university he visits, he waits until everyone has cleared out of the lecture hall and then gets to work, snapping beautiful images of the blackboard scribbles they leave behind.
mfairchild’s Swoony Penalty Ratio
Not to shit on anyone’s love, but I had to unfollow some people who did nothing but post moony serenades to their girlfriends/boyfriends.
Love is spectacular - absolutely! I wouldn’t argue otherwise. But can you also post things other than pictures of snuggling?
Here’s the ratio I’m proposing:
1 [ONE] picture you post of two people kissing in silhouette
You must post
2 [TWO] of any of the following:
- A gif of Omar from The Wire (i highly recommend “It’s all in the game, yo.”)
- A clip from Mystery Science Theater (any season, your choice)
- Food - what you ate today, what you wish you could eat, etc. (pizza is always a winner)
- Some cool art you enjoy (non-kissing/snuggling. Erotica is fine/encouraged.)
Kusama’s Self-ObliterationVisited Tate Modern today, and was thrilled to see Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Room. It was pretty spectacular. Would have been nice to be able to spend more time in there, if other selfish patrons hadn’t hustled us along.
Though what most affected me was her 1967 short film “Kusama’s Self-Obliteration,” set to the music of pop-rock band The C.I.A. Change.
From the Tate brochure:
…the film begins with images of the artist…covering animals, plants and finally a naked man with polka dots and leaves. Later scenes depict body painting happenings and orgy parties staged in the artist’s installation environments.
On the surface it’s so classic 1960’s trippy that if I had been high when viewing my head probably would have exploded.
Most of the time when we see footage from that era we think of free love and experimental drugs and exciting cultural shifts, but in a nostalgic, wouldn’t-it-have-been-awesome-to-be-there kind of way. “Self-Obliteration” doesn’t invoke that at all - it feels disembodied, cold, and sorrowful. No part of the film made me wish to have been a part of that hip scene. Kusama has struggled with depression and has been living in a mental institution since the mid-1970’s, so perhaps that struggle was coming through this work?
The House of Balls
No, pervs, it’s not that kind of post.
There’s an art studio that I walk by everyday on my way to and from work called House of Balls. Apparently the place got its name because the artist’s specialty is carving bowling balls, though his website indicates that the name has
come to mean something more as well; the idea that we all possess the creative impulse and owe ourselves the balls to express it.
I like that sentiment.
I’ve always wanted to go in there, but it looks a little scary from the outside and I’m a bit of a wimp. Yesterday, though, the door was wide open so I hustled on in there to explore. The owner/artist seemed to be in the basement working, so I just strolled around, checking things out and trying not to knock into expensive pieces with my backpack.
The space is packed with crazy sculptures made from found materials. I took a bunch of crappy photos, but his website has a nice montage here.
I actually found the space to be really…calming. When I have more time I will go back, poke around some more, and actually talk to the artist. I bet he’s an interesting guy.