Monday 6 December 2010

http://www.nationalgalleries.org/collection/online_az/4:322/result/0/399?initial=B&artistId=4527&artistName=John%20Bellany&submit=1

drivel

i talk utter wank.

i'm being provocative with these tee hee

failure on your own terms. not theirs.

success

success is only something on your own terms, but fuck is it beautiful when/if it comes. i don't mean fiscal, i mean acheiving what you visualized or knowing your intensions

the system

the entire system is crooked, twisted and meaningless, you expect us to enter into something which will not reward us - there must be a better way. do these people seem happy? i see people worn very very thin indeed.

reality

the reality is we're doing something with no social or financial purpose, people are making obscure, difficult works and then waiting for saatchi to come along with sack of gold. it ain't gonna happen. if you're lucky you might end up working in lidl

what you expect us to do and then you expect us to be objective

the only way to do something like this is emotional intensity, which is usually false, you trap yourself and then wail like an impaled ferret

swans, heaven

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnWuL6PNCjo

Thursday 25 November 2010

wigs

i want to see bald men forced to wear wigs

mm

lovely loveliness

Wednesday 3 November 2010

famous artists

famous artists suck. i'm not going to research them, they're like pre-packed vegetables. i think people should get away from analysing things or working hard at them and just give themselves time and space.

you there

i don't know or care if anyone reads this, not too much, but you should at least leave me a comment. like "you're smart but you talk utter shite" or something a bit like that

freedom

i reckon it's the idea of total freedom that causes paralysis. most people or groups have a dogma or black and white or method even if that is stale, it makes things pre-acceptable for others or groups it together, like say noise music, these people have nothing in common, it's the case they're rhythmically or tonally very different from each other but on lastfm dave who likes wolf eyes might get recommended horrendous shit like merzbow. i think i lost track of my point there. things get packaged and sold by association or audience. it's harder to program yourself because it causes despair/randomness and people get freaked out by that

Saturday 16 October 2010

curious orange

the




he is.

that he is.

very small head but also.
curiously orange.
i don't see a great point in repeating what others have already done. i.e. intricate, depersonalized conceptual strategies. people want ironic distance, they want everything explained to them, meticulousness. it's all stale, dead, pointless mannerist shit and it should be sent where shit needs to go.
christine borland was awful.
if your work is successful i should be able to tell what it's about by looking at it.
etc
i don't see a huge point in repeating what others have already said.

Sunday 10 October 2010

bernard maronite-flange

his work concerns time, time and space, time space and ethics. in a cage. filled with crows. he listened to miles davis. once. he then cried for days.

sir bertie meschugge










sir bertie meshuggah's work compirises of being a creepy blue dude

Saturday 2 October 2010

daniels

see his face
collapsed
like a shrunken troll
peanut cracknell, see
he
upon dance show
and he say
mazuma
mazuma
mazuma
and i say
this also
but no money does appear
before my person
shit

burnt face man

salad fingers or burnt face man by david firth, flash animations. go watch them, you might like it

film sequence

i stole most of this from chris, curtains or fabric drape, lighting, people in cat masks wearing black t-shirts, hitler and stalin with non-aggression pact, a bolshevik twats hitler with a shoe.

Friday 1 October 2010

ideas

ideas: a flash animation called peter or pavel the bipolar bear,about a bipolar polar bear, with foxy the foxy fox, george the perpetual towel, perhaps some kind of bird creature who makes pass-remarkable statements, a disabled man with giant hands who feeds them, a talking shirt, maybe an anti-fascist cake.