Saturday, June 26, 2010

Mark Rapp Song Project/Gulf coast Echo Project

 Each fact is a strong link..Song Project & Gulf coast echo Project:

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Behind the scenes: Song Project mixing II

The second mixing session for the upcoming record release by The Song Project. It's due to be released in September on Paved Earth Music. This duo developed as an online recording project - Derek Lee Bronston (Tom Harrell, Cecil Taylor) recorded in Brookl...yn and me in Europe. The current results of those efforts can be found here: When Derek was visiting in Switzerland recently, we went into the studio and recorded the official CD. It has new originals (one of them I wrote just for this recording) and even a cover of AC/DC's "All Night Long", a Radiohead tune called "Packt Like Sardines In A Crushed Tin" and "Mad World" by Tears for Fears. The project has really grown into an engaging musical performance where each song is explored freely and melodically.See More

Length: 1:32

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Nanomodernity’s Epicurean Challenge – In Conversation with Jason Silva | MuseumViews

Nanomodernity’s Epicurean Challenge – In Conversation with Jason Silva MuseumViews:
"In many ways, Nanomodernity is a seemingly and dramatically different concept from Postmodernism with its illusions of mass accessibility. During the past thirty or so years, Post-Modernity’s (synthetic) populist pronouncements lead many to believe that no area of our lives is immune to its invasion and that its practices could be adopted by anyone. Of course, this was not truly the case, since, in the realms of arts and sciences, alliances are made with meticulous discrimination"

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The Heroic Louise Bourgeois by Jerry Saltz

The Heroic Louise Bourgeois

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Photo: Janusz Kawa/CameraPress/Retna Ltd.

Robert Mapplethorpe’s iconic 1982 portrait of Louise Bourgeois, who died yesterday at 98, speaks volumes about Bourgeois’s free-spiritedness, grace, tenacity, and the kinky perversity of her work. In it, the 71-year-old sculptress looks like a shaman seductress, one of Munch’s vampiric castration queens, a maker of voodoo dolls, and a diva grandmother rolled into one. Under her arm she casually cradles her 23-inch long, seven-inch circumference latex-over-plaster sculpture of a phallus, Fillette (1968). In French the term means “helpless little girl.” While Bourgeois was no little girl, there’s something radically vulnerable about how she’s holding the work — she almost seems to pull back the sculpture’s foreskin and give the thing a little tickle. Bourgeois said this gnarly abstract penis, with ovular testicles and a hook at the top, was “the shape of my husband, the shape of the children” (she had three sons). “I wanted to represent something I loved,” she said. “I obviously loved representing a little penis.” Little? Anyway, as Bourgeois later said, “It’s very complicated.” Indeed it was. As she said, “I have nothing against the penis. It’s the wearer.”

For over seven decades, but in especially mordant, tough, and compelling ways over the last 30 years of her career, Bourgeois — perhaps the last twisted sphinx of surrealistic psychology, and the final vehicle of Abstract Expressionistic seriousness — turned the stuff of childhood trauma, oedipal desire, raging fury, and human sexuality into moving sculptures.

She often recalled her adulterous, psychologically abusive father. (He had an affair with her English governess, which her mother was unable to even acknowledge.) She told of how he regaled dinner guests with stories of how unattractive she was, and ridiculed her large breasts. It’s perhaps not surprising, then, to find abstract images of birth, death, fear, and sex in Bourgeois’s work: vivisectioned vaginas made of marble, drawings of women with houses for heads, latex dresses made of breasts. One of her installations includes an embroidered handkerchief with the words, “I have been to hell and back and let me tell you it was wonderful.” Another work, The Destruction of the Father, features mounds and what looks like the jaw of a dinosaur. In the Guggenheim’s catalog for her retrospective there, Bourgeois is quoted describing an imaginary situation in which she, with her family, threw her father “onto the table and pulled his arms and legs apart — dismembered him … ate him up … It is a fantasy but sometimes the fantasy is lived.” For the “lived” part of those fantasies, immerse yourself in her miniature stuffed figurines, many of them housed in glass vitrines, which seem to kill, attack, or make love to one another. She reveled in infernal scenes of headless bodies, big spiders that dominated city plazas like avenging angels, and otherworldly mothers.

After not paying much attention to her work, even dismissing it as latter-day surrealism, I finally became a Bourgeois fan in the eighties. Her images, materiality, scale, and surfaces seemed to get braver and more commanding. The theatricality, surrealism, and Abstract Expressionist angst seemed to become more mysterious, bizarre, and disarming. Although I never liked the spiders, and her pink wooden figures still strike me as derivative, her narratives came totally alive with an almost Kafkaesque darkness and urgency. Her works became horror comedies of sex, memory, and living within the confines of a body. She was metamorphosing figures in ways that made them feel at the service of forces greater than those of humanity; they became puppets of the gods, expressing a sort of cosmic will. Bourgeois’s feminism had mutated into a simultaneously heroic and personal state. Where many artists who incorporate their biographies become slaves to them, and flog them in cloying ways, Bourgeois was always removed and skeptical, as filled with anger as she was with wit and incredulity.

By: Jerry Saltz

Filed Under: art, louise bourgeois, obit

Louise Bourgeois

“But from first to last they shared a set of repeated themes, centered on the human body and its need for nurture and protection in a frightening world.”     One might say friendly trappings.