OQPVDX amazing chromatic experience. Fucking great

Result #1

OQPVDX amazing chromatic experience. Fucking great.One of the best passages in the performance was the part in which the most influential artist broke through the white fog of becoming the most famous, the artist/director, as the black body entered the spaces of the first. Truman Capote, the voice of reason and culture, channeled the essence of white presence to the radio's live broadcast, a mix of paroxysms and divination. His body was transmuted into a concentrated, angelic white ray of light, more akin to the grace of the Lord than the serpent, and thus as spiritual as Jesus. And then, in the single image of their work, the camera's eye, the very instrument of signifying the transmission of culture, returned to the white fog of the figures: the cameras eye, which might in turn, be considered as a white, effulgent, symbol of culture. And thus the line between projection and interaction was established, and the cameras eye, the very divider, was perceived as the one that checked the range of appearance, the one that broke into the obscenity of the white body. Far from being merely a tautological line, Capotes cameras eye had become a magic-lantern camera, and its infinite capabilities, the white (of a white state) of the imaginations.The interaction of black body with white soul was the other central subject of the performance, a theme also explored in, for example, Michael Chaves's 1994 film Black Monochrome. A parallel scene between black body and white soul, human and black, was enacted in the last minutes of Chaves's film, to which the artist's famous voice contributed, as well as in the works of John Baldessari, Richard Serra, and Buford Fentons. This reconstruction of a flash-lit scenario—an apparition, an apparition—was presented in an age of big statements.

Result #2

OQPVDX amazing chromatic experience. Fucking great! The subsequent image, still from a video (probably due to the high-performance-art conceit), shows an often-repeated but simple repetition of a concert. Here the repeating machine is often a huge monochrome monochrome—the standard black, white, and blue, the kind of color that supplies the ultimate justification for every club light—and if you approach the mirror slightly too closely, the black in your eye has different results: the intensity of the reflections is multiplied, and you must, in order to see the whole piece, wrap your arms around the body so that your arm is directly above the middle of the image. After this little nudge-wink, you get nothing. You just watch as the image fades out to white.The mirrors apparent plasticity, its inflexible method of splitting the image in two, proves intriguing, although it also gives the piece a rather adolescent aura—a teeny boogie-woogie sensibility. To move from gray to white is a funny thing to do, as in Duchamps White Noise, 1961, but in any case, in New York in July it seems like a perfectly feasible gesture of appropriation. Maybe, just maybe, theres a sort of purple undercurrent in this work—an abstract mirroring of the porcelain, but colored by electrical contact-coating.There are a few instances in the shows where an image is plainly too much. The choralistic glass-wall decoration of Untitled (Silver Wall), 2009, for instance, totally covers the two panels of the doors to the exhibition space, creating the illusion of space as a space of shadowy darkness. Its as if, as with Frederick Kiesler, the space of the room is fused with the space of the mirror.

Result #3

.The works become so simple and underwhelming, I mean, man, I dont know how to sort out what theyre all about. Then you notice the energy levels. I think that's one of the important ways to get to the point where a viewer can make distinctions between what he wants to do and what he has to do. Not a lot of people enjoy that. There is also a line of new camera angles. They have such a hard-to-get, inartistic, boy-lighter-ish light that it takes you long to get that sort of recognition. Then there is the strangeness of its being made of fragile stuff, which is a lot harder to get with a medium of a more fragile kind. The camera is going to be a terrible tool for it. Maybe this is the point where the old camera has to be so aggressive and violent, with the random stuff that happens in the process of its existence. The camera is just so often so bad at getting it right, and so often so dramatic.It is rare that you can read a handout like this, but it does make for an instructive experience. Often, it is just good to know that there is an important thread youll always be able to find. I dont know if we need a new camera angle every now and then, but its certainly the place to start. Just because you cant walk through it, doesnt mean it cant be abused. There are plenty of sites that are more appropriate than this one.

Result #4

OQPVDX amazing chromatic experience. Fucking great.Several more good paintings: a graphic peculiarity of the pictorial representation of sky, one titled Blue Ice, which shows what the laser printer would do with the color-ink-stained paper, and a genre painting, comprised of a couple of vertical stripes printed with the lower half of an X, accompanied by a rainbow (beautifully, but with the implication that there was a whole universe in the paper beneath the surface). A wise and clever one. The rare paintings (not included here) are of a flower in your garden, an ancient dot pattern or a big, busy Y. Actually, it was about the only thing in the show that I feel was ignored, or failed to justify, as an art. The blocky blue and yellow sculpture and the pretty birds all look and feel like little masterpieces in a better museum, but sadly the paintings in the show were all about equal, good enough to pass on to better art, the best art, and the result of some fairly bad painting. The works in the show, though small, showed an excess of randomness and a deficiency of any intentional design. The other paintings, while good enough, were mostly exceptions. What do you expect a few crude prints from a printer to do? Clearly the thing is a bunch of mat board. And you expect the artist to know that printing is and will always be about an awkward mess of tube shapes and multiple blocks of letterforms? No, I dont. He simply has no idea what that mess of tubes means. And as an artist, he should have known better.A few fine paintings, an ice sculpture, a modern version of the theme from The Marriage of Figaro, and a lovely painting by William T.

Result #5

. Its like being in heaven, if not heaven of love.My favorite, most personally thoughtful piece was the astonishing! fifty-foot-long table with eighteen wooden tables with a raised middle section which, when set on the table, looked like a stage set or a place to announce a play, or perhaps to prepare a meal for a party or just to show the bride and groom before the audience. The idea: someone once asked Spanghero whether the most beautiful piece of her work was her own naked body. Spanghero answered, You know what? I like to think that its the one thing that people go to see. Yes, its true that if youve asked someone to go and do something and theyve done it, and youre glad, you can stop asking. But if youve asked a naked man to go through all that trouble and then you get the impression that hes about to jump off a cliff—well, hes still about to jump off a cliff, and I like to think thats what I like about Spanghero. Im not a psychologist, but sometimes I like to think of my own personality as a response to situations I can feel.Worst is a haunted house, Spanghero wrote. And, if youve ever seen one, you know what that means. But it also means a place where people can come and go. It sounds pretty spooky. Well, I like the haunted house. The place is spooky because its already spooky, and thats enough. Its a place where you can be, without having to leave the office. If you get there early, youll see all the lights and sound track, and youll know exactly what youve seen. But if youre there long enough, youll start to doubt it. A place where you can relax and be happy. And thats pretty spooky.