tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42948394757730078552024-03-19T05:27:56.785-07:00i am no freshmanolga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-80715336177366168232012-04-18T12:20:00.000-07:002012-04-18T12:20:11.381-07:00ze video, without the performance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyI0Uf1VR2a0cONUP7O7fGbUOZ1liZl6gfP-P1tyBZUnHTX6KMEdQeLiOeMTeGcsHUKO9s6ZtsnCcJ4Ie76UQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>olga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-90873381461172643712012-04-11T14:03:00.000-07:002012-04-11T14:03:22.626-07:00Independent ProjectAlright, this is my third attempt at submitting an update. Let's see how it goes:<br />
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I am utilizing video and performance art in this project, which i shall submit in tandem during the opening and closing project exhibitions. I am combining these two forms in order to create a visual take on an internal monologue, which has become a pseudo-dialogue. I will be interacting in real-time with an image of myself that I have prerecorded. In preparation for this project, I have written a script.<br />
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The performance references a number of topics, including the recent contraception-mandate, the associated Sandra Fluke/ Rush Limbaugh scandal, and blowjob classes, respectively. Additionally, including myself in the work has made it, therefore, reflexive, and adds a dimension of documentary-style subjectiveness that itself comments upon how a "Jane Doe" relates to the aforementioned issues. The central theme of this project is modern feminism, however, it highlights the ambiguity of such a concept.<br />
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Like, i said, there will be two performances. Otherwise, there will be no running exhibit in the gallery. My materials include a monitor, dvd player OR my own computer and connection cables, and a ceiling-mounted light source.<br />
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Here is a copy of my script!<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Pre-show speech: I should like that any among you that calls yourself male and and willing to be objectified, stand right here, please. I'm going to make eyes at you during my show. Sometimes I may just really need to look out there and lock eyes with someone with whom has a contractual obligation to look at me, too.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">*************** </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Oh my god. That's cute.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Television turns on. I appear to be staring at the same distant spot.</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">…<b>/he's cute.</b></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">Don't.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>What!</b></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">You're going to make us do something stupid.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>I shrugs aggressively and reaches off-screen to pick up a boombox, and presses Play</i></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Insert clip of Inside of You (Hoobastank, 2:09-2:19)</i></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>I triumphantly smirks and starts wiggling in time to the beat.</i></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O looks mortified and paralyzed with fear. Flails helplessly. The song cuts off--</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> OHMYGOD! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>I'm sorry okay! Nothing in my life has ever prepared me for this moment!</b></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O sighs, walks closer toward the monitor, and sits down heavily, and places her head between her knees.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> We're cool.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O slowly raises her head and has a dazed and wondrous expression. There is silence from the monitor as I completes some nervous gesture like, like rubbing her hair.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>I know how you can get boys to like you. Blowjobs. And good teeth. But not together.</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> That's pretty fucked up.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Yeah, but you don't have to like </b><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">I cups the air near her mouth and awkwardly pantomimes weiner-wanking </span></i><b>all the time. You just have to give one really fantastic blowjob to one self-promoting guy. Ideally he will tell as many people as possible, and then BOOM your blowjobs become legendary. Then you can rest of you laurels.</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Yeah dude, sucking male-penis seems totally natural.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Yeah and just in case, you can take a blowjob class. I don't think there's a lab fee, but you have to bring your own banana.</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> How many credits is it?</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Three.</b></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Long Pause.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> I think I'd rather, um, give my boyfriend a blowjob. Like, when I get one.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>That's putting the cart before the horse, dear.</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> No, I mean, whatever. I'm just saying that I don't want everybody to believe that I give good blowjobs or that, in fact, I got an A in blowjobs.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Woah, hey, IF you get an A--</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> I'd rather artfully blow my loving tender boyfriend. And I don't have any room in my tight, collegiate budget for class bananas.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Yeah dude being a student is expensive. I feel like someone should address the issue of the rising cost of education versus minimum wage and the cost of living because like, I'm barely getting by.</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> It's totally weird that you said that.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O excitedly turns to face the monitor, looking slightly upwards at it.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> There was a girl named Sandra Fluke who testified before Congress that there should be some mandate for insurance coverage of contraceptives. She was supportive of a blanket-mandate that would cause private secular and non-secular institutions to provide insurance for their employees that included access to free birth control.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>It wouldn't be free. Insurance companies would just adjust the annual premium to cover it. And that still wouldn't be free, because employees or students or whatever have to pay for their insurance by either having it deducted from their paycheck or included in their tuition. But, whatever, I like it, go on.</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> I mean, it caused a stir among those who think that such a move interferes with religious freedom. Like, if a Catholic doesn't agree with contraception, they don't want to be forced to provide it. Those whole thing boiled down to a War on Religion versus a War on Women.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Lol like the War on Drugs? Do you think it's hard to suck cock?</b></div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O seems caught off guard.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> I dunno, I mean, my tongue is a pretty sensitive organ, and it feels comfortable in there.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Beat</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> They called her a slut.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Who? </b> </div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O gestures impatiently with her arms. I looks defensive and tries to continue.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>I mean--</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> <i>Emphatically: </i>They! Rush Limbaugh and his pitchfork-wielding followers, teenage boys who don't know any better, teenage girls who felt an implacable pang of jealousy, then revulsion at their own lowliness, their middle-aged parents who never waited until marriage to have sex, and the stalwartly faithful who did: the mob just under the surface of our modern discourse that hates women. They're not just men anymore.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>They both look at each other, and speak in unison, slowly: </i><span style="font-style: normal;">Nothing in my life has ever prepared me for this moment.</span></div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>Sperm-burping gutter slut.</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Nasty, disease-ridden, plodding uterus.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b>A prostitute-slutbag juice-receptacle.</b></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> I'm not against the freedom of speech. I'm not supportive on internet censorship. Fuck! </div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O's voice hitches.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Condoms are free.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>I brings a banana into the shot, and appears to be trying to put a condom on it with her mouth, while O continues.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> They said contraception is a woman's responsibility, but what they meant was it's a woman's responsibility to keep her legs closed. They said that to a woman who was not only an adult, but attending college full-time. But she's also a slut. Who isn't a slut?</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O sees I with the banana.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Will you fucking stop that!</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>Long pause. O seems struck dumb, with a growing look of horror on her face.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> It's you! Trying to please everybody!</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O walks up to the monitor and pounds her palm flat against it, over I's hand. I appears startled and drops the banana.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Well, you can't please everybody, because even when you're on your way up, somebody's going to call you a slut, sometime. That doesn't mean you have to earn it.</div><div style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O pulls her hand off the screen, faces audience.</i></div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"> Just. Get out of there</div><div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i>O exits (wherever available). Recording ends, monitor blacks out.</i> </div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"></div>olga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-36914494884702317802012-02-22T12:09:00.001-08:002012-02-22T12:53:08.072-08:00of project documentation, summary, and daydreams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx_sAOnNdJwfOEF52xwBiWDFJEZn-EQhu2Wc_360txYwKuWTiYLT6LiYuBLvwbsL1xR0BqDdU9s0mXhgh4HCw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>i discovered in almost no time at all that i have a knack for making uncomfortable, queasy faces. i amused myself for almost two hours before i got any real work done.<br />
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it became apparent as i started filming that my original storyboard wasn't directly applicable to my now very tangible and chlorine-y environment. for one, my boyfriend was very unwilling to sink head-first into a 4' shallow pool, no matter how much encouragement i showered him with. i led a horse to water and he turned into a chicken. i gathered footage of underwater movement, which i used transitionally, in hopes to still convey descent. unrelatedly, i collected a ton of footage that i didn't use, like this:<br />
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besides that, i tried a few different things, after having reconciled that my video would turn out differently than i imagined. now that i could no longer feature a fixed perspective, i aimed to create a new one of alternating angles. i didn't throw out the idea of keeping my subject as center, and instead moved the camera around them. i disrupted the consistency of the video by adding red, and tried to provoke a feeling of dreaminess in the shuddering relapse of pool footage. i wanted my subject to make eye contact with the viewer in order to create an immediate, cinematic relationship between these two spaces, and then i wanted the viewer to feel dragged-long and ultimately expelled from the space with the abrupt transitions. i tried to make a linear progression on familiarity, like, the subject is the first thing the audience sees. they see him with clarity. and then he becomes removed from them, and the icing-type audio bit, "i didn't recognize you," is the defense-flavored farewell.<br />
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</div>olga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-38886829732040603122012-02-09T21:38:00.000-08:002012-02-11T16:22:03.482-08:00cinematic space project summaryalthough it is a viable approach to literally construct a space in which to shoot, i am not interested in building a scene in which to point a lens. My aim is to create a cinematic space as one directs a gaze: an intent look upon a thing. the lens always acts as an eye, and i am more than happy to allow the cinematic space to be that thing which is at its focus. i will shoot less than one minute of video, accompanied by the sound of slurping, gargling drain noise. i will be under water, in a pool. there will be several seconds of just the ambient blue water (or whatever color the pool happens to be painted) and the noise. then, there will be hair. i want the hair to appear as though it is being sucked downward. this will be followed by a head, and then the body of a peron, as they descend into the water, and then below the vision frame of the camera, until they disappear. for a few seconds, the slurping will continue, until the empty vacuum roar, which we will recognize as the sound produced by an empty drain.<br />
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if i'm able, i would like to make it appear as though the water is draining after the subject. so, i'd have to make the water level fall and film some air. i'll see what i can do in editing. but, if not, my above idea will work well enough. my boyfriend has kindly volunteered to be my model, and he has shoulder-length blonde hair, which may be long enough without extensions.<br />
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i drew inspiration from a short movie called breath, by samuel beckett (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1ZON66BbB0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1ZON66BbB0</a>)<br />
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i also found a wealth of underwater photography, which is quite beautiful<br />
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i am also interested in the femenist vibe i'm channeling through the use of water, and especially with the image of a male figure being immursed and then passed through it. it's a visual interpretation of birth, supplemented with disgusting noises rather than blood and baby screaming. i suppose this means that my boyfriend will have to be naked, although i haven't told him. <br />
tl;dr: underwater video of sinking person. drain suckage noises.olga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-75200689468153414052012-01-26T23:01:00.000-08:002012-02-03T13:47:27.446-08:001-26-12 Cinematic Spaceprompt: <span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Please choose 5 examples of what you think is cinematic space and post to your sites. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">ok tom</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">1. A set that uses figures, structures, and props in order to create an illusion of space.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">2. A space that utilizes time in a visual narrative.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">3. A space that utilizes movement in a visual narrative.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">4. A space that necessarilly manipulates or augments a viewer's perspective of images, subjects, and events.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">5. A space that is wholesome unto itself and a complete "world" in which images, subjects, and events cohesively occur. </span></span><br />
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1. when is a person educated enough to have a valuable opinion about art?<br />
2. can art be unintentional?<br />
3. meh, who's afraid? that's dumb. what's there to be afraid of?<br />
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i mean, really. be self-conscious if you like, but that's as silly as egotistical.olga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-31901196830267500912011-11-05T22:47:00.000-07:002011-11-05T22:48:05.124-07:00a long-awaited status update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdlLzPK0puVgpmzoFWSc1CDIUKNxeTcBxrw1Cj4DcQRzmAyoj1QHmLkXmEJkFwyDDCcVazi__s1S-mgSNv-WxT_zJfcuQwsWZadZ0mX5vFy3kfjtQD0L9WcDjqYsqQ4wWyrQIJefzhyphenhyphenn3/s1600/DSC01608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdlLzPK0puVgpmzoFWSc1CDIUKNxeTcBxrw1Cj4DcQRzmAyoj1QHmLkXmEJkFwyDDCcVazi__s1S-mgSNv-WxT_zJfcuQwsWZadZ0mX5vFy3kfjtQD0L9WcDjqYsqQ4wWyrQIJefzhyphenhyphenn3/s400/DSC01608.JPG" width="400" /></a>Thank you, ladies [presumably?] for peeking at my progress. i understand that there are a few things you need to know. Firstly, my studio classes are print, sculpture, and photography. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For my project, I had chosen to practice object-space tension using skills and resources I have gained from sculpture. I have, so far, made a female pelvis out of clay and plaster. The inside is hollow. This exemplifies object-space tension in so far as from an outside perspective, the torse is a solid sculpture while the inside is a vessel wherin I'm creating a scene. I tried taking a picture of it, but it doesn't come out very well because it's entirely white. It just looks flat and blank, so you'll have to see more closely during my presentation. Anyway, the scene inside is a foamy beach. I'm working on fluffy plastic clouds that hang near the top, and there is already surf, sand, and cliff. At first, I thought to make the inside more springly and furtile, like a meadow or something, it seemed less and less appropriate the more I thought about it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Also, the title of the piece is CLAMOFLAGE!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i've made little clams that i'me going to use to build up the sides of the torso. I had to make them out of paper when my new work schedule didn't leave time in my weekend to go out and collect authentic clam shells. But, you know, they are pretty cute. So now it's double camoflage: the paper is clam, and the clam is clam. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well. It seems I have until Wednesday to decide.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">“There are primitive animal instincts lurking in our own depths, waiting for the chance to slide past a conscious moment. The sculptures I create focus on human psychology, stripped of context and rationalization, and articulated through animal and human forms. On the surface, these figures are simply feral and domestic individuals suspended in a moment of tension. Beneath the surface they embody the impacts of aggression, territorial desires, isolation, and pack mentality.”<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCPvK7UKj4rUDHtcJzu18MS8zNqyW6j8umDiJvpgjmIN-K9Mp4rLQoEBFuvJ0h434m64LoZMHCRQgIy9YWLCvgL63HNy5jlKhnJ_cZzDys3srL_WRmNBTdwVcTldG-M0JHdU8ObkQLRO3/s1600/i_am_no_one.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCPvK7UKj4rUDHtcJzu18MS8zNqyW6j8umDiJvpgjmIN-K9Mp4rLQoEBFuvJ0h434m64LoZMHCRQgIy9YWLCvgL63HNy5jlKhnJ_cZzDys3srL_WRmNBTdwVcTldG-M0JHdU8ObkQLRO3/s640/i_am_no_one.jpg" width="518" /></a></div><br />
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Next, I found <span style="color: #888888;"> </span><span class="subhead001"><b>Christopher Lee Donovan. </b></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lol i forgot to rotate this picture over. oh wait.</td></tr>
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some of my congratulations included:<br />
1. "i liked the humor in it. it goes with the drawing style."<br />
when i asked him to clarify, he said that he liked the cartoony quality about it.<br />
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and then he mentioned some areas where our creative differences made themselves evident. but, anyway, i did not get even a little butthurt. i had a couple reasons for making the choices i did, and they were simple enough to explain. for example:<br />
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tom: i think the chain looks pretty, but if i made it, i would have made it dirtier and more forboding looking. because a chain is something that discourages people from going someplace or looking at something and this is just kind of nice.<br />
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me: i agree with you. but when i made this little fridge, i filled it with tasty snacks and a little doodle of myself. this isn't a terrible place. it's a little paradise that i live in. <br />
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tom: in light of this new information i feel it is absolutely necessary that i retract my former criticism.<br />
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it was pointed out that the craftmanship of my fridge could have been better. there was a visible seam where the two pieces of paper joined. and the box probably could have looked more like a fridge if it had fridgely landmarks, like door handles. i guess that's right or whatever.olga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-227716137466554642011-10-12T12:38:00.000-07:002011-10-12T12:38:34.443-07:00response to 10/5/11 lecture [ray johnson]ray johnson seemed legitimately insane, and not in the taboo, homicidal way. his habits betray a man with a type of introversion that, in my opinion, is rare among artists. he seemed to keep the majority of his work to himself, neatly piled away. the work that he did exhibit, sell, or circulate was tempered with a bizarre sort of perfectionism. he made icons. he distributed them to people who were in no position to reject him, critique him, or converse with him. he alienated audiences in his "nothings," where his goal seemed less to build a relationship with patrons than to confuse them.<br />
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how totally and completely neat. nobody knew what he was about. johnson lacked the air of pretentiousness that artists cultivate by explaining their process, inspiration, or method. he just made it, and he just liked it. i mean how many times have you broken up with an artist after reading a published interview, or something, and finding out that they're totally absorbed with "making a flesh of the canvas," for example? you want to know that an artist is considerate of their work, but not to the extent that they can wax metaphorical about it for 10 pages. maybe that's my personal beef.<br />
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i liked that ray johnson was always "turned on." he could make associations with images by going through the alphabet. as a collage artist, he probably looked at everything with a creative eye. he pulled images from stickers and garbage and advertizements. i'm not anything like that. everything that i draw tends to come from an idea that i've had, not something i've seen. that's why, sometimes, it's so difficult for me to produce something: i just can't think of anything interesting. but johnson saw interesting things all the time.<br />
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actually, the only part of that film that really made me connect with a dead man was his hotdog stunt. really? he dropped hotdogs on people? from a helicopter? he hit a box wit a towel, or whatever, while concerned patrons watched, searching the act for meaning? that's pretty funny.<br />
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i can relate to that type of method, but more personally and less artistically. i make fun of myself at my expense, without suffering blows to my self-esteem, because i know that i'm not discrediting myself. i'm just contributing to the ridiculousness of a situation, or whatever. olga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-26639860912297401012011-10-02T18:16:00.000-07:002011-10-02T18:16:44.346-07:00the missing pictures, no longer <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8cJXis1F2qQV7saWjsLGZUpoBOl9UweaD-jPj5S3O7xPWwJh-0yuPNoTxW84y30EUlr4PaRVwyTXdvn1t23e4MYrMRwSD3YNvdfwPuZyPCSJ3fN7ZazoJilcg5Pos8jRF-6jnwB1vF1i/s1600/DSC01524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8cJXis1F2qQV7saWjsLGZUpoBOl9UweaD-jPj5S3O7xPWwJh-0yuPNoTxW84y30EUlr4PaRVwyTXdvn1t23e4MYrMRwSD3YNvdfwPuZyPCSJ3fN7ZazoJilcg5Pos8jRF-6jnwB1vF1i/s400/DSC01524.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />
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That technique is something I'd like to incorperate into my process as an artist.<br />
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Orozco collected ordinary images that he'd see every day. He's catalogue them, and then begin to distort the way people percieved these things by portraying them differently. He built a collection of work that is itself a collection of compounded images that he took care to remember. He described himself as a very attentive person, and something of a collector.olga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-61896584591599155702011-09-13T17:06:00.000-07:002011-09-13T17:06:35.651-07:00Game Theory Exhibit and A Relationship to ChanceTim Knowles' Tree Drawing series utilized the element of chance throughout. The technique, here, was to tie a pen to a tree branch, and place a pad of paper in front of that branch. The wind would shake that branch and result in a sketch executed by the tree. The results were actually quite nice.<br />
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The wind that drove the branch which drove the pen was random and mostly uninfluenced by the artist. In this case, the artist is the tree. At first I wondered if these pieces, although pretty, could be called art. Art is an artifact. It's something that's created. This series to me seems more like a happening than a creation, but maybe that's a misguided and malformed opinion?olga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4294839475773007855.post-39177745665054893852011-09-13T16:44:00.000-07:002011-09-13T16:44:06.639-07:00100 Interesting Things That i Have Generally Observed9<br />
gas giants<br />
tweezers<br />
that fleshy nub that supplements Barbie genitalia<br />
cat paws<br />
stairs<br />
starting an iv<br />
loose teeth<br />
bruises<br />
tomatoes<br />
technical manuals<br />
steer horns<br />
my cuticles<br />
wisdom teeth<br />
x-ray photographs<br />
amputees<br />
pug dogs<br />
slugs<br />
morning breath<br />
normalization<br />
fear<br />
penises (and the fact that penis wasn't in my top ten)<br />
sensory deprivation<br />
music<br />
foreign accents<br />
mixtapes<br />
sewer drains<br />
legend<br />
handwriting<br />
burning insects to death<br />
immune systems<br />
cookie baking<br />
old photographs<br />
webcomics<br />
black pens<br />
wells<br />
"the grid"<br />
paper airplanes<br />
food courts<br />
knives<br />
knuckle hair<br />
science fiction<br />
pulp science fiction<br />
fetishes<br />
fatal accidents<br />
triage<br />
facial piercings<br />
drag queen makeup<br />
whales<br />
christmas baubles<br />
asymmetry<br />
drawing<br />
b-style horror movies<br />
werewolves<br />
ridiculously long acrylic nails<br />
spectacles<br />
Patrick Stewart<br />
harry potter<br />
feet<br />
swamp mummies<br />
tattoos<br />
portmanteau<br />
tiny condiment containers<br />
miniature things in general<br />
corgi dogs<br />
tasty foods<br />
the internet<br />
sea snails<br />
manacles<br />
fire<br />
rock-gut alcohol<br />
other-wold/ off-world fiction<br />
the Titanic ruins<br />
deep sea fishes<br />
ceilings<br />
cartoons<br />
outlandish and colorful desserts<br />
emergency medicine<br />
elaborate fantasies<br />
electric toothbrushes<br />
post-apocalyptic scenarios<br />
talking to myself<br />
seeing patterns and shapes in stucco walls<br />
dreams/ nightmares<br />
suicide<br />
lyricism<br />
creative writing<br />
jokes<br />
mazes<br />
alter egos<br />
fad diets<br />
binge eating<br />
prismacolor markers<br />
fingerprints on glass windows<br />
medieval torture equipment<br />
dominatrices<br />
other peoples' sketchbooks<br />
hiding placesolga salazarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01325268054479812889noreply@blogger.com0