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it’s really hard to write any more about this. the theft has been traumatic. i actually started crying the other night. and i get panicked if i’m in the art space for too long, convinced that the thieves are back, running amuck, while i’m there. it’s absolutely horrible at times.

i’ve been talking to everyone about it. and all my friends, you, have been so very supportive. and i couldn’t ask for better friends. thank you.

the only advice i’ve been getting is to move on and how to do so. and i am taking that advice. i’ve made the move to do something i’ve been wanting to do for a long time and that is making my first film. i mentioned that before, i know, but i’ve actually set a date for shooting. july 27th. it’s the most exciting and frightening thing i’ve done in a long time. even more than chasing down that lovely woman in korea last year for a two month date to europe and africa. well, maybe not that scary…

last year i decided that i wanted to make the move to photography. and secretly i had decided i also wanted to get into film making. photography was no problem, but stepping into motion pictures? that was tough. no equipment. no training. no connections. how to start?

luckily it just fell into my lap. like so many other wonderful things and opportunities. dk pan just looked at me one day and said, “why don’t you make a movie? you can use my camera.” jesus, dk, are you ever going to stop accidentally upgrading my life? thank you!

so i’m working on it. and it’ll debut in august. i’ll let everyone know the details of the showing and you can all watch me whimper and freak out in public. and if you have any comments i will be open to them. scared, but open.

turn it on.

since i’ve been through so much in the last week i have barely been taking pictures. it’s just too depressing. my biggest decision has been whether to get a new laptop or buy a smart, new camera. at this time i’m thinking of a camera; the canon rebel series comes highly recommended. and now that i doing a worktrade with the photo center northwest it seems like a great idea.

maybe the transition into a new field of operation for me, from dancer/musician/performer, will actually occur. i hope so. i’d like to think that all this work in other fields will translate. that my work in the other genres will be beneficial to my new eye. and i have ideas. just wait. you’ll see. and hopefully i’ll continue to keep you amused so you’ll keep inviting me to dinner and drinks. thanks for the dinner and drinks!

some old shots to keep you entertained. enjoy:

a crumbling building in cheunchon, south korea

a crumbling building in cheunchon, south korea
working on an old dance theater piece with anna b as the mummy
working on an old dance theater piece with anna b as the mummy
a mobile sound device in japan

a mobile sound device in japan

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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 artofmulata@gmail.com i will send you details asap.

and i promise i will be very grateful and willing to express that to you!

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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.

love.love.love.

hippy-ing out for you tonight,

pol

*special thanks to models ‘dan’ and ‘creampuff’


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get disposable video cameras.

mail them to artists in other countries.

have them to shoot their art, themselves, other’s art, life, whimsy, whatever.

get those cameras back.

EXHIBIT!

DON’T TRANSLATE!

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video as object/video projected on objects.
space: 911 media arts, seattle
Exhibition Hours: Monday through Friday 12pm – 6pm
Saturdays 1pm. – 6pm

i was told that the purpose of this show was to explore what happens when you pit the sculptural versus the video-al. most of the pieces involve inserting the video as object into some familiar territory: a box, a case, a frame. okay. that’s nice. i would definitely want to put tina aufiero’s suitcase with reclining swan into a nice room in my future house. it’s a lovely structure and doubles as a music box.

this obviously isn’t a new concept, but it was fun to see what curator steven vroom came up with…

curator: steven vroom.

Curator, Steven Vroom

obvious is the work of seattle art historian, steven vroom. vroom’s the art critic for the capitol hill news and has been about the business of art for the past 12 years here in seattle. i never bothered to ask him where he was before that so please don’t ask me. he did mention that he’d taught at the art institute downtown. i recognize him as one of the nice guys (along with artist joe gray) who i always bump into on the infrequent moments i drop by my friend wylie bush’s Joe Bar cafe across from the harvard exit cinema…
a catalogue for the show can be found as an mp3 podcast at
vroomjournal.com

my reaction to the show was amazement. if for no other reason than that it is all about the surface of things. there were some nice jokes, artistic punch lines (the tony weathers piece) and some works took on a certain elevation of interest due to the technical wizardry behind them (joseph gray’s supercube). but over all it was just pleasant to not have to think too deeply at any point.

but then again maybe i was supposed to ponder a little deeper. for example, caroline kapp has a piece in here called, ‘pivot point.’ it’s a couple of fence posts standing side by side. kapp has projected images of braided rope hanging down the length of the posts. and that’s it. the ropes twist and turn. they hang out. it’s cute.

when talking to vroom about it i asked if the posts were the twin towers and the ropes us, america, at the end of our tether, hanging by a thread.

“nope,” he said, “the ropes are hanging from an imaginary pivot above the posts. they dangle from it…” just use your imagination to imagine that pivot up there while the ephemeral rope turns on a breeze that no one will ever feel. then i began to imagine an imaginary noose, but that’s because i’m black and black people think like that. especially all of us high yellow black men. when the revolution comes everyone will have some grudge ancienne to take out on our genetics.

there’s a good reason why some of us aren’t fit to be critics; like my old pal roland barthes, some of us see what isn’t there. we long to murder the author. we feel no shame in our over conjecture. we wonder often, “well, if you’re so goddamn smart why didn’t you at least see how deep this life is, melville?”

but enough about the headaches of the strange and the socially misaligned. it’s memorial day weekend and i have spent the last few days spewing depressed bile on the heads of the revelers at folklife. and wanting to kill myself because american festival culture is so torturously bland and thus an appropriate encapsulation, insinuation, of what i hate about this white wash of a country. i cannot wait until this beast swallows itself and we get back to parading the heads of saints on poles and bring back the orgiastic fertility rites that make life abroad so desirable.

artists: casey cahoy ‘video in flight’ 2002

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a violin case with an optical insert. not working at opening, but a lovely presentation.

tina aufiero ‘swansonata’ 2002

tina aufiero, \'swansonata\' 2002
suitcase with a small video monitor inserted into the upper panel. just a video of a swan sitting in the grass being a swan. and some beethoven playing (‘moonlight sonata’). i daresay you could call it a ‘swoonbox’ it’s so damn pretty.

tony weathers ‘a failed bid for clemency’ 2008

video picture frame. blinking eyes that dilate when an exterior light turns on. a synchronized automation. steve vroom, “it’s like when you look into a refrigerator.” blink. blink. blink.

joseph gray\'s real world/no world cube

joseph gray ‘cube etude 1.0’ 2008

2-channel generative video of a cube projected onto an actual cube.

“i made a texture map of a cube. it’s projected on to a real cube.” some real time video of the cube and it’s environment is projected on to a couple of the cube’s faces. produces an effect of infinite regression. this is also a technical exploration on gray’s part; check out his site for more details.

the twin towers

caroline kapp ‘pivot point’ 2008

two tall white fence posts have images of ropes twisting and turning from an imaginary pivot point.

and there you have it. the opening was nice. a small number of very inquisitive seattleites moving through the space. people on the back porch smoking and drinking beer. some yummy hummus and veggies for us to nibble on.

i bumped into old friends and talked to some strangers and it did nothing to change my mind about this wretched country. i still feel that this place doesn’t give the arts their just due. if they only knew what an indicator a lack of arts funding is to the health of a culture. just as the dissapearance of frogs and honey bees points towards the collapse of the ecosystem or the low album sales of madvillain as opposed to mariah shows how corrupt our political process is and how our institutions of education are in decline.

steven vroom has a sober documentation of his show on his vroomjournal site. you can look at that to see how an art historian posts notice. i found it helpful. i also find shoju, kirin, and make out sessions at the ocean side helpful if at times inappropriate to a deeper analysis of the more intellectually qualitative aspects of our lives. but i’d rather have them and art than have one without the other. and cigarettes. god i love to smoke at art openings…

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Nude Sculpture

1. get nude people

2. lie them on the floor

3. cover them in material that is wet and clingy

3.5 (something that will dry stiff)

4. leaving the material, remove nude people

5. let dry and then finish in shiny glaze (or matte if you prefer)

6. nude sculpture

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because it’s spring so it’s time to get busy…

(if you are catching this from a feed you might have to go to the site to see the accompanying video… -pol)

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