voicelessons2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
1 If Andy Warhol had a blog
2 To have a pure language
3 Freedom in the form of sound
2 To have a pure language
3 Freedom in the form of sound
Friday, April 19, 2013
Student sourced assignment ideas:
· .5 mile radium home assignment
· park as exhibition space
· reinventing
still life
· sound as a medium
· class
collaboration (using iphone?)
· water as medium/art
· video project where editing creates the art
· dreaming as medium
· physically manipulate (own) photos
· restaurants are the platform
· quick services as art maker (shoe shine / tailor /
salonstress / fast food(driveThru art) /
· everyone teach each other a dance move / class
choreography
· games as parameter
· food/recipes as parameter
· songs/music as parameter
· redo / leverage critique comments or make other
significant changes/improvements
· use new saic resource
· favorite band/music genre
· use a color/distinct color palette as a parameter
· using a physical state change as the art activating
· proposal for
oval office site specific piece (or enacted somehow)
· respond to a book of your choice
· using a
sport as a generator
· air as medium
· mountain as medium
· make art for your own house (house as site specific
vessel)
· self portrait
· doing something only once for your whole
life
· make an illusion
· rubbish art
· temporary art (meant to
dissolve/expire/disintegrate/melt)
· non site specific installation
· travel as class, make art there
· crits of MFA show one pos/one neg
Thursday, April 18, 2013
3 Ideas for Assignment
1. Temporary art: We could, free range, create art of some sort that is meant to exist temporarily, anywhere. It could be temporary because we know someone will take it, because the weather will destroy it, because it will get torn down or painted over, maybe because it will melt or dissolve... you get it. Here you can find 10 awesome examples
2. Installation art: I'm sure many of us have already done this on the previous projects, and many things can be considered installation, so I'm not sure if this is too large for a project, but there are many approaches to be taken when it comes to installation art.
3. On-site found object art: I guess this is probably a mixture of both my previous ideas, pretty self-explanatory, we'd pick a certain location and create art there with [mostly] only materials we find at that particular location, and document it somehow.
2. Installation art: I'm sure many of us have already done this on the previous projects, and many things can be considered installation, so I'm not sure if this is too large for a project, but there are many approaches to be taken when it comes to installation art.
3. On-site found object art: I guess this is probably a mixture of both my previous ideas, pretty self-explanatory, we'd pick a certain location and create art there with [mostly] only materials we find at that particular location, and document it somehow.
3 Ideas for Dead Drop
1. Whatever files we choose to put on the dead drop I think should be "locked" so that nobody can remove it, however it should have the option for others to openly add content to it.
2. Anonymous dirty secrets might be good. Even just things we have done that we are not proud of, or ashamed of, a way to get something out that may have been kept inside and with the act, symbolically let go of it. This could possibly be a way to cleanse the self, forgive the self of past actions, etc. Also would be interesting to see what people say ;)
3. So that it is less obvious and does not stick out too much (also to risk getting damaged as easily) we could possibly find a mini or micro USB female port, because most people have a micro USB cord that plugs into their computer. This, obviously, doesn't have to do with the content on it, just the construction. For extra protection from weather we could also make some sort of flap that goes over it and either put instructions on it, or some sort of logo/design...
2. Anonymous dirty secrets might be good. Even just things we have done that we are not proud of, or ashamed of, a way to get something out that may have been kept inside and with the act, symbolically let go of it. This could possibly be a way to cleanse the self, forgive the self of past actions, etc. Also would be interesting to see what people say ;)
3. So that it is less obvious and does not stick out too much (also to risk getting damaged as easily) we could possibly find a mini or micro USB female port, because most people have a micro USB cord that plugs into their computer. This, obviously, doesn't have to do with the content on it, just the construction. For extra protection from weather we could also make some sort of flap that goes over it and either put instructions on it, or some sort of logo/design...
Friday, April 12, 2013
Friday, April 5, 2013
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Thursday, March 28, 2013
claes oldenberg
I Am for an Art (1961)
A
manifesto by Oldenburg, Claes
I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical,
that does something
other than sit on its ass in a museum.
I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given
the chance of having a starting point of zero.
I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap & still comes
out on top.
I am for an art that imitates the human, that is comic, if necessary, or
violent, or whatever is necessary.
I am for all art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists
and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse
and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself.
I am for an artist who vanishes, turning up in a white cap painting
signs or hallways.
I am for art that comes out of a chimney like black hair and scatters
in the sky.
I am for art that spills out of an old mans purse when he is bounced
off a passing fender.
I am for the art out of a doggys mouth, falling fi ve stories from the roof.
I am for the art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper.
I am for an art that joggles like everyone’s knees, when the bus
traverses an excavation.
I am for art that is smoked, like a cigarette, smells, like a pair of shoes.
I am for art that fl aps like a fl ag, or helps blow noses, like a handkerchief.
I am for art that is put on and taken off , like pants, which develops
holes, like socks, which is eaten, like a piece of pie, or abandoned with
great contempt, like a piece of shit.
I am for art covered with bandages, I am for art that limps and rolls
and runs and jumps. I am for art that comes in a can or washes up on
the shore.
I am for art that coils and grunts like a wrestler. I am for art that sheds
hair.
I am for art you can sit on. I am for art you can pick your nose with
or stub your toes on.
I am for art from a pocket, from deep channels of the ear, from the
edge of a knife, from the corners of the mouth, stuck in the eye or worn
on the wrist.
I am for art under the skirts, and the art of pinching cockroaches.
I am for the art of conversation between the sidewalk and a blind
man’s metal stick.
I am for the art that grows in a pot, that comes down out of the skies
at night, like lightning, that hides in the clouds and growls. I am for art
that is fl ipped on and off with a switch.
I am for art that unfolds like a map, that you can squeeze, like your
sweetys arm, or kiss, like a pet dog. Which expands and squeaks, like
an accordion, which you can spill your dinner on, like an old tablecloth.
I am for an art that you can hammer with, stitch with, sew with, paste
with, fi le with.
I am for an art that tells you the time of day, or where such and such
a street is.
I am for an art that helps old ladies across the street.
I am for the art of the washing machine. I am for the art of a government
check. I am for the art of last wars raincoat.
I am for the art that comes up in fogs from sewer-holes in winter. I
am for the art that splits when you step on a frozen puddle. I am for the
worms art inside the apple. I am for the art of sweat that develops
between crossed legs.
I am for the art of neck-hair and caked tea-cups, for the art between
the tines of restaurant forks, for the odour of boiling dishwater.
I am for the art of sailing on Sunday, and the art of red and white
gasoline pumps.
I am for the art of bright blue factory columns and blinking biscuit
signs.
I am for the art of cheap plaster and enamel. I am for the art of worn
marble and smashed slate. I am for the art of rolling cobblestones and
sliding sand. I am for the art of slag and black coal. I am for the art of
dead birds.
I am for the art of scratchings in the asphalt, daubing at the walls. I
am for the art of bending and kicking metal and breaking glass, and
pulling at things to make them fall down.
I am for the art of punching and skinned knees and sat-on bananas. I
am for the art of kids smells. I am for the art of mama-babble.
I am for the art of bar-babble, tooth-picking, beerdrinking, egg-salting,
in-sulting. I am for the art of falling off a barstool.
I am for the art of underwear and the art of taxicabs. I am for the art
of ice-cream cones dropped on concrete. I am for the majestic art of
dog-turds, rising like cathedrals.
I am for the blinking arts, lighting up the night. I am for art falling,
splashing, wiggling, jumping, going on and off .
I am for the art of fat truck-tyres and black eyes.
I am for Kool-art, 7-UP art, Pepsi-art, Sunshine art, 39 cents art, 15 cents
art, Vatronol art, Dro-bomb art, Vam art, Menthol art, L & M art, Ex-lax
art, Venida art, Heaven Hill art, Pamryl art, San-o-med art, Rx art, 9.99
art, Now art, New art, How art, Fire sale art, Last Chance art, Only art,
Diamond art, Tomorrow art, Franks art, Ducks art, Meat-o-rama art.
I am for the art of bread wet by rain. I am for the rat’s dance between
fl oors.
I am for the art of fl ies walking on a slick pear in the electric light. I
am for the art of soggy onions and fi rm green shoots. I am for the art
of clicking among the nuts when the roaches come and go. I am for the
brown sad art of rotting apples.
I am for the art of meowls and clatter of cats and for the art of their
dumb electric eyes.
I am for the white art of refrigerators and their muscular openings
and closings.
I am for the art of rust and mould. I am for the art of hearts, funeral
hearts or sweetheart hearts, full of nougat. I am for the art of worn
meathooks and singing barrels of red, white, blue and yellow meat.
I am for the art of things lost or thrown away, coming home from
school. I am for the art of cock-and-ball trees and fl ying cows and the
noise of rectangles and squares. I am for the art of crayons and weak
grey pencil-lead, and grainy wash and sticky oil paint, and the art of
windshield wipers and the art of the fi nger on a cold window, on dusty
steel or in the bubbles on the sides of a bathtub.
I am for the art of teddy-bears and guns and decapitated rabbits,
exploded umbrellas, raped beds, chairs with their brown bones broken,
burning trees, fi recracker ends, chicken bones, pigeon bones and boxes
with men sleeping in them.
I am for the art of slightly rotten funeral fl owers, hung bloody rabbits
and wrinkly yellow chickens, bass drums & tambourines, and plastic
phonographs.
I am for the art of abandoned boxes, tied like pharaohs. I am for an
art of watertanks and speeding clouds and fl apping shades.
I am for US Government Inspected Art, Grade A art, Regular Price
art, Yellow Ripe art, Extra Fancy art, Ready-to-eat art, Best-for-less art,
Ready-to-cook art, Fully cleaned art, Spend Less art, Eat Better art, Ham
art, pork art, chicken art, tomato art, banana art, apple art, turkey art,
cake art, cookie art.
other than sit on its ass in a museum.
I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given
the chance of having a starting point of zero.
I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap & still comes
out on top.
I am for an art that imitates the human, that is comic, if necessary, or
violent, or whatever is necessary.
I am for all art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists
and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse
and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself.
I am for an artist who vanishes, turning up in a white cap painting
signs or hallways.
I am for art that comes out of a chimney like black hair and scatters
in the sky.
I am for art that spills out of an old mans purse when he is bounced
off a passing fender.
I am for the art out of a doggys mouth, falling fi ve stories from the roof.
I am for the art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper.
I am for an art that joggles like everyone’s knees, when the bus
traverses an excavation.
I am for art that is smoked, like a cigarette, smells, like a pair of shoes.
I am for art that fl aps like a fl ag, or helps blow noses, like a handkerchief.
I am for art that is put on and taken off , like pants, which develops
holes, like socks, which is eaten, like a piece of pie, or abandoned with
great contempt, like a piece of shit.
I am for art covered with bandages, I am for art that limps and rolls
and runs and jumps. I am for art that comes in a can or washes up on
the shore.
I am for art that coils and grunts like a wrestler. I am for art that sheds
hair.
I am for art you can sit on. I am for art you can pick your nose with
or stub your toes on.
I am for art from a pocket, from deep channels of the ear, from the
edge of a knife, from the corners of the mouth, stuck in the eye or worn
on the wrist.
I am for art under the skirts, and the art of pinching cockroaches.
I am for the art of conversation between the sidewalk and a blind
man’s metal stick.
I am for the art that grows in a pot, that comes down out of the skies
at night, like lightning, that hides in the clouds and growls. I am for art
that is fl ipped on and off with a switch.
I am for art that unfolds like a map, that you can squeeze, like your
sweetys arm, or kiss, like a pet dog. Which expands and squeaks, like
an accordion, which you can spill your dinner on, like an old tablecloth.
I am for an art that you can hammer with, stitch with, sew with, paste
with, fi le with.
I am for an art that tells you the time of day, or where such and such
a street is.
I am for an art that helps old ladies across the street.
I am for the art of the washing machine. I am for the art of a government
check. I am for the art of last wars raincoat.
I am for the art that comes up in fogs from sewer-holes in winter. I
am for the art that splits when you step on a frozen puddle. I am for the
worms art inside the apple. I am for the art of sweat that develops
between crossed legs.
I am for the art of neck-hair and caked tea-cups, for the art between
the tines of restaurant forks, for the odour of boiling dishwater.
I am for the art of sailing on Sunday, and the art of red and white
gasoline pumps.
I am for the art of bright blue factory columns and blinking biscuit
signs.
I am for the art of cheap plaster and enamel. I am for the art of worn
marble and smashed slate. I am for the art of rolling cobblestones and
sliding sand. I am for the art of slag and black coal. I am for the art of
dead birds.
I am for the art of scratchings in the asphalt, daubing at the walls. I
am for the art of bending and kicking metal and breaking glass, and
pulling at things to make them fall down.
I am for the art of punching and skinned knees and sat-on bananas. I
am for the art of kids smells. I am for the art of mama-babble.
I am for the art of bar-babble, tooth-picking, beerdrinking, egg-salting,
in-sulting. I am for the art of falling off a barstool.
I am for the art of underwear and the art of taxicabs. I am for the art
of ice-cream cones dropped on concrete. I am for the majestic art of
dog-turds, rising like cathedrals.
I am for the blinking arts, lighting up the night. I am for art falling,
splashing, wiggling, jumping, going on and off .
I am for the art of fat truck-tyres and black eyes.
I am for Kool-art, 7-UP art, Pepsi-art, Sunshine art, 39 cents art, 15 cents
art, Vatronol art, Dro-bomb art, Vam art, Menthol art, L & M art, Ex-lax
art, Venida art, Heaven Hill art, Pamryl art, San-o-med art, Rx art, 9.99
art, Now art, New art, How art, Fire sale art, Last Chance art, Only art,
Diamond art, Tomorrow art, Franks art, Ducks art, Meat-o-rama art.
I am for the art of bread wet by rain. I am for the rat’s dance between
fl oors.
I am for the art of fl ies walking on a slick pear in the electric light. I
am for the art of soggy onions and fi rm green shoots. I am for the art
of clicking among the nuts when the roaches come and go. I am for the
brown sad art of rotting apples.
I am for the art of meowls and clatter of cats and for the art of their
dumb electric eyes.
I am for the white art of refrigerators and their muscular openings
and closings.
I am for the art of rust and mould. I am for the art of hearts, funeral
hearts or sweetheart hearts, full of nougat. I am for the art of worn
meathooks and singing barrels of red, white, blue and yellow meat.
I am for the art of things lost or thrown away, coming home from
school. I am for the art of cock-and-ball trees and fl ying cows and the
noise of rectangles and squares. I am for the art of crayons and weak
grey pencil-lead, and grainy wash and sticky oil paint, and the art of
windshield wipers and the art of the fi nger on a cold window, on dusty
steel or in the bubbles on the sides of a bathtub.
I am for the art of teddy-bears and guns and decapitated rabbits,
exploded umbrellas, raped beds, chairs with their brown bones broken,
burning trees, fi recracker ends, chicken bones, pigeon bones and boxes
with men sleeping in them.
I am for the art of slightly rotten funeral fl owers, hung bloody rabbits
and wrinkly yellow chickens, bass drums & tambourines, and plastic
phonographs.
I am for the art of abandoned boxes, tied like pharaohs. I am for an
art of watertanks and speeding clouds and fl apping shades.
I am for US Government Inspected Art, Grade A art, Regular Price
art, Yellow Ripe art, Extra Fancy art, Ready-to-eat art, Best-for-less art,
Ready-to-cook art, Fully cleaned art, Spend Less art, Eat Better art, Ham
art, pork art, chicken art, tomato art, banana art, apple art, turkey art,
cake art, cookie art.
add:
I am for an art that is combed down, that is hung from each ear, that is
laid on the lips and under the eyes, that is shaved from the legs, that is
brushed on the teeth, that is fi xed on the thighs, that is slipped on the
foot.
I am for an art that is combed down, that is hung from each ear, that is
laid on the lips and under the eyes, that is shaved from the legs, that is
brushed on the teeth, that is fi xed on the thighs, that is slipped on the
foot.
square which becomes blobby
new schedule
Wk 10 - 3/29
-Critique
Free Art
--Walgreens
lecture
--for April 12th, Assemble
a basic record of images text etc that provides a document of everything you’ve
done so far and bring it to class on 4/12 to hand off to another student, who
will then write an artist statement for you
--read
Seeing Is Forgetting the Name of the
Thing One Sees (get a used copy, the non-expanded version is fine and
shorter as well)
Wk 11 - 4/5 (in
Syracuse, makeup during crit week)
Wk 12 - 4/12
-discuss
seeing is forgetting
-crit
Walgreens
-Artist
Statement lecture/workshop
-exchange
documentation with another student of work completed so far, students will
write a 150 word artist statement for themselves and someone else in class as
well
Wk 13 – 4/19
-Critique
Artist Statements
-Student
assigned assignment
Wk 14 - 4/26
Crit
student sourced assignment
Impossible
art ideas
Wk 15 - 5/3
Crit
impossibles
Wk 16 - 5/10---FINAL CRIT / dead drop?
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
job opp
my friend/amazing artist, needs a temp intern!
his site: andrew norman wilson
intern description here:
http://chicago.craigslist.org/chc/crg/3623445915.html
intern description here:
http://chicago.craigslist.org/chc/crg/3623445915.html
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
for Friday
Thank you students for those of you who volunteered yourself for Jesse Malmed's Conversational Karaoke! Hope you enjoyed having someone invested in performance come into class and not only perform for us but give us his sense of the history of performance...
Your assignment:
1. Do a performance, document it, bring the documentation to class and be ready to discuss.
2. Do an undocumented performance and be ready to discuss what you did with the class
Reading assignment:
Adrian Piper's Talking to myself pdf on portal
Secondary readings are posted for your perusal on Tino Seghal's museum performances
We will begin class on Friday finishing the conceptual abstract assignment and go right into your peformance critique. In order to catch up, I will not be discussing the Piper reading. Please read through it on your own, it's highly readable, intelligent, self-aware, and will help you generate ideas for your own pieces!
Your assignment:
1. Do a performance, document it, bring the documentation to class and be ready to discuss.
2. Do an undocumented performance and be ready to discuss what you did with the class
Reading assignment:
Adrian Piper's Talking to myself pdf on portal
Secondary readings are posted for your perusal on Tino Seghal's museum performances
We will begin class on Friday finishing the conceptual abstract assignment and go right into your peformance critique. In order to catch up, I will not be discussing the Piper reading. Please read through it on your own, it's highly readable, intelligent, self-aware, and will help you generate ideas for your own pieces!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Photo After Digital Guide to Photography, Lufthansa Plane
Untitled #111, 262,143 combinations of a 3×3 grid, 4 colors, 2012 (from Aggregates series)
Creased archival pigment print (unique)
60 by 40 inches (framed)
Creased archival pigment print (unique)
60 by 40 inches (framed)
Untitled #78, 50,624 combinations of a 2×2 grid, 15 colors, 2012 (from Aggregates series)
Creased archival pigment print (unique)
30 by 24 inches (framed)
Creased archival pigment print (unique)
30 by 24 inches (framed)
Common Passwords in Alphabetical Order, 2012
Archival pigment print
33 by 24 inches
Archival pigment print
33 by 24 inches
Friday, February 1, 2013
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