quinta-feira, 31 de julho de 2008

delanda on deleuze - funny



especialmente engracado pq ele fala sobre o q o deleuze escreveu sobre o bowerbird, o passaro escultor... coincidentemente eu andei mostrando umas versoes piratas (p/ fins de pesquisa exclusivamente) dos documentarios q o attenborough fez sobre esse passaro p amigos... e faz sempre um sucesso louco

specially funny bcoz he talks about what deleuze wrote about the bowerbird, a sculptor bird... coincidentally i had been showing to friends a bootleg copy (for research purposes only) of the documentaries that attenborough did on that same bird... always a huge hit


mais conferencias aqui / more stuff here:

quarta-feira, 30 de julho de 2008

2 ultimas semanas dessa coletiva q eu participo / last 2 weeks of this group show i'm in












Ben Stammers

If You Build It They Will Come



5th July - 9th August


Open 11 - 5.30 Wednesday to Saturday




On 3 July 1998, there was a sense of anticipation in the Cardiff
artscene: a new artist-run space was being launched. The inaugural
exhibition preview was packed with artists, students and suits, curious
about the new project; it was met with both a sense of expectation as
well as the doom-laden predictions of a short lifespan. Fortunately g39
is still here, quietly but determinedly delivering a programme,
providing a meeting place for artists and a focus for graduates.


To celebrate g39 is marking its ten-year anniversary with a
commemorative programme of events, starting with If You Build It, They
Will Come – an attempt to present the works of each and every
artist g39 has worked with in the past decade.


More info >>

meu amigo howard / my friend howard

Calvert 22 in assotiation with Outset.



quarta-feira, 23 de julho de 2008

no jornal do sab passado / on last saturday's paper

presunto saindo do mato, aqui no rj / body being carried out of the forest here in rio












fonte:
oglobo.com.br

terça-feira, 22 de julho de 2008

e eu tb / and me too

meu amigo gerben / my friend gerben

sábado, 19 de julho de 2008

sexta-feira, 4 de julho de 2008

pra ler depois / for later reading


The New Republic
Postcards from Nowhere
by
Post Date Wednesday, June 25, 2008


When I returned from Los Angeles not long
ago, where I had gone to see the new Broad Contemporary Art Museum,
friends quite naturally asked for my impressions. The strange thing was
that I hardly knew how to respond. And in recent months I have found
myself often faced with this problem. I have not had much of anything
to say after visiting a number of widely discussed events: the 2008
Whitney Biennial; the opening show at the New Museum of Contemporary
Art (aptly titled "Unmonumental: The Object in the 21st Century"); the
survey of Japanese artist Takashi Murakami at the Brooklyn Museum; the
Olafur Eliasson show at the Museum of Modern Art; the exhibition of
Jeff Koons's sculpture on the roof of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I
have had thoughts, sure; but they are the thoughts of an anthropologist
rather than a museumgoer, of a student of the art world rather than a
person who has had an encounter with a work of art. What there is to
discuss is not visual experiences so much as visual stunts, which are
frequently mind-boggling in their size and complexity. Mostly what I
can offer, after all this museumgoing and gallerygoing, is a series of
postcards about nothing written from places that felt like nowhere.

I gather I am not alone. Reporting on the opening of the Broad Contemporary Art Museum in Art in America,
Michael Duncan described "a bewildering event, provoking soul-searching
in the local art community and the museum world at large." And in the
lead article in Artforum's April issue, devoted to "Art and Its
Markets," the art historian Thomas Crow complained of trustees reneging
on public trusts, of "barbarism" in cultural institutions, of "vandals
... inside the walls." Well, yes. Then again, I find it interesting
that many commentators are far more eager to criticize the collectors
and the dealers than the art stars who produce this junk in the first
place. Can it be that even the most vapid machine-tooled work is still
covered by the old romantic alibi, namely that the muses made me do it?
The woes of the art world cannot be blamed entirely on the rapacity of
a cadre of collectors, dealers, and curators. After all, it was an
artist, Damien Hirst, who dreamed up the platinum replica of a human
skull, paved with diamonds, that was first exhibited last year in
London in a show called "Beyond Belief.

cont...

via:
kultureflash