Category Archives: experimental art
drops.walks is my first attempt at serious film making. it’s a short meditation on sexual chimerism and waning consent. or maybe it was just an excuse to make out with a lot of people in one day.
drops.walks was created for the tubs film challenge that was sponsored by the northwest film forum of seattle, washington. it was constructed with the creative assistance of sara murat and steven miller who acted as camera people, cinematographers and provided onsite documentation. a lot of photographs were taken of the event and a few have been used here and there in my work. check out the post titled, ‘the end of all flesh‘ to see a few.
my good friend jessie smith of dead bird movement edited the film while i slept on a nearby sofa and robb kunz, also known as inphase prod/audible semaphore group, and i colaborated on the soundtrack.
at present i’m working on more films. i have this idea that i’d like to have 5 to a dozen short flicks produced by the end of 2009. none of them will be more than 5 or so minutes long. each will will be inhabited by a single theme or motif. dialogue free and purely expressions of art. well, they’ll be art in so much as they can’t be called anything else…
last year, joshua and haruko, the main instigators/driving force of the dae, asked me if i’d like to collaborate on some song writing for the next album. i assented; working in a musical fashion with those two was something i’d been itching to do for years. unfortunately, my chops had never been proportionate to the task. luckily, all i was asked to do was contribute lyrics and some vocal lines. lyrics i can spit all day if given the impetus. melodies? much the same.
eventually the dae (which now includes composer jeff houston) asked if i’d consider coming on to their latest production as scripter, actor/dancer and to even perform some of those songs i’d helped to lyricise. i of course said yes and my life has been made much richer thereby.
sonic tales will debut in seattle in october over the 30th and 31st of october at the moore theater. in april we all fly out to manhattan where the new museum will be hosting us for a residency slash incubation. we’ll be doing some filming out there and probably play some public participation games (guerilla theater? does that still exist?); the new museum will be hosting a working production of whatever ideas we’ve generated and refined on the 16th and 17th of april. more details on that as they come.
that’s enough for now. if anyone has any ideas for promoting our work while in nyc please feel free to contact me at artofmulata ATsign gmailDOTcom. sorry for the dopey obfuscator. you can also go to the contact link at the top right of the page.
here are some far too dark photos of the dae recording some tracks at inphase productions here in seattle. i’m not in the pics as i was shooting them. make of them what you will.
pol is artofmulata
|Degenerate Art Ensemble 2009 Recording Sonic Tales|
you will need:
1. a film or video to display
2. a projector
3. a lot of naked people.
paint your naked people white or yellow.
have them lined up as closely as possible. they can be trained to perform various movements if you like as long as they stay close. if your projection is long you will want enough naked people to rotate them out in rounds, as in, one person leaves as another person joins. this could go on indefinitely.
project the film or video onto their bodies.
you now have an installation.
from the matsumoto toshio film, ‘funeral parade of roses.’ i’d like to see this one dancing over a crowd of naked bodies.
so i have decided to join the northwest film forum‘s film challenge for 2008.
the challenge? to produce all your footage for a short film in 24 hours in one location specified by the film forum and turn out a film of no more than 5 minutes in length. by august. i think i can do this.
of course, since it’s an artofmulata production it’ll be a conceptual art film. how anyone does anything other than that i don’t know; who can be bothered to walk the finite lines of lateral thinking when explosions are happening all around us, infants sell us crack to be smoked from the barrels of miniaturized weapons appliances and barack obama is so boring to listen to (i’m sure history will deem him a nice guy)?
i am also looking for people to be in the film. no speaking necessary. no nudity or sex. it will hopefully be provocative in its imagery and something that you will hide from your parents. unless your parents are like that… i hope your parents are so very like that.
shooting will start in mid to late july. if you are interested in being in a small effort of conceptual and projectable media contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org i will send you details asap.
and i promise i will be very grateful and willing to express that to you!
i just finished reading germaine greer’s article on the artist’s muse.
for the last year i have been contemplating this very same concept. i came face to face with my muse one year ago and i have been enveloped in a heady, headstrong rush ever since. it’s life threatening. it’s altering. it’s a knife to the cocoon. a bullet to the balloon.
this ephemeral being has enveloped all of my thoughts and inspired an output and a desire to output (‘put out’) like i haven’t experienced in years.
but unlike the classic concept of the muse as totalized by ms. greer so sweetly and lovingly in her pitch for the guardian uk, my conception of the muse is more ephemeral.
it is not a model you use.
it is a mental construct, an ideal like the islamic concept of the Beloved. (1 2) a concept that inspires the artist. this unpacifiable being functions as a call to apostasy. one which we should give in to readily. it is better to drown in the milk of creation than to thirst in a desert of stagnation.
i see my muse as my friend, as wife and mother of all my work. you can follow all the explicit ideas that engenders on your own. if you know what i mean…
when i found her (or, more accurately, when she chose me) i was in a state of deepest creative funk. and in weeks she had resurrected me. in the most literal senses. i was dead when she found me. suffocating in so many ways. and as saul williams (yo holmes!) said, “we all know what a lack of breath signifies…”
but back to some semblance of conscious thought. i can wax about the ecstasy of my being chosen forever. ask anyone who knows me.
this idea of a model who gets paid X bucks an hour to get your artistic jollies off is just absurd. i can understand, though. for years i stood around naked and immobile for photographers and painters, sketch brands and horny old guys pretending to not be pornographers (i hope no one ever finds those shots). and i don’t decry them their needs (except that damn perv pornographer. i did not know what i was getting into. folly of youth and broke on the streets). it was the classic method.
not that i have ever been a muse in the classic sense. but i know that at certain points i have been an inspiration for certain people and, um, institutions. and i have found mine in so many places.
and the ones that last, that we continue to return to, are the muse. they are our obsessions made manifest. dk pan always told me that it is our obsessions that we should follow to make our art. i don’t dare contemplate what that means after some of the things that guy has gotten me to do in the name of his art, but i understand his point and i love him.
and while it would be interesting to have some amazing human around to draw and paint and whatnot i don’t really work in those mediums. so i had to find a form of living theater to draw out my demons and let you be exposed to them. when i feel lost and afraid of my self and my work i draw out that modern scrying ball, my cell phone, and contact my muse who gives me the cheek up. or i find an avatar in the form of a friend who i can project the aura of my chosen one upon and listen to their advice. it always seems to work.
i suppose it is a form of black magic. luckily i believe in magic. i don’t believe in god. and my muse always tells me that the universe loves me. so sweet and so true. if it wasn’t i’d be horribly disfigured, imprisoned, dead or on that murderous rampage you read about.
and another reason why that untouchable being wouldn’t work for me is because, as an ex-girlfriend of mine once said by way of explanation for why she ‘did it’ with that bland motorcycle jock behind my eye, “i’m like a cat: i have to play with it until it dies…”
but i want to thank germain greer for her essay. it filled me with rhapsodic joy. i love my muse. i am in love with my muse. and my muse loves me. or i wouldn’t be floating night and day in tears of such profound sorrow, grief and happiness.
do you know that feeling? when happiness strikes and you want to cry and throw up and you get dizzy? have you felt that power?
if not you should drink more.
hippy-ing out for you tonight,
*special thanks to models ‘dan’ and ‘creampuff’
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1. Rent a hotel room
2. Invite a local performance artist to perform there
3. Invite interesting and fun locals to your room
4. Repeat in a different city
Take a mannequin. In strategic places, the groin, the breasts, the mouth, stomach, etcetera, install small video monitors.
groin: hand doing gestures.
breasts: milk spilling or tears falling.
stomach: glue pooling. or bananas.
mouth: moths or butterflies escaping.
armpits: mold or flowers growing.
ass: trumpets blowing angels or guns firing.