Constructive Nihilism

Brooding on constructive nihilism the work recent dome building mathematician has tantalised my thoughts. Whilst its all a day's work with the perpendicular sides of a dodecahedron equaling the square root of the sum of its remaining sides all in the blink of an eye for this happy as Larry (not Harvey) Pim's project Ludopolis has shown me how the world is full born burners who never find burning man

(Pim Conradi, Ludopolis)

This structure, as you can see satisfies all aesthetic requirements with a brilliant use of ambient colour and the geometry and symatry of the structure making you bubble inside. "Constructive" in making something but not yet 'nihist', Pim's dome is just wating for a desert yet it is architecture - a whole different kettle of fish, a complete self help structure if ever i saw one.

The key component of most burner art is that it is often interactive as well as displaying a quality of workmanship that compliment a conceptual idea trying to to be transfered. Only very few real day artists come close to this. These are often arts events organised through organisations likecontinental drift or Las Vegnas - specialist art organisations that work in producing fucking cool events that don't over tax you like this..

(Tracy Emin, Bed)

A friend of mine recently went for an interview at the university where this person went to and was criticised for saying that art is good for communicating ideas. Since art is all media how do you avoid this. What was good about Irish's art project at the burn is that it was so obviously the product of his deranged mind and clearly a boyhodo fantasy, yet it looked fucking cool and impressive - No clear message but the point is is that it satisfied the artistic variables in my head that this bed never could.

This bed, right in front of me but yet so far away in a uniformed gallery upheld by archaic traditions that are governed by short sighted patrons and rich wankers. Yet not all modern art is a complete fallacy, you can't help but be impressed by this!

(Martin Kippenberger, The happy ending of Franz Kafka's America)

The idea of it and the scale is completly amazing and whilst the German remains one of my favourite artists, the fact is that it lacks the key component of so much of the art i see at burning man. The ability to erode the boundaries between artist and audience, the removal of celebrity status and all boundaries...Something that the current art world is aeons behind.

In any case I am no zealot, alot of what i see at burning man is shit but the point is that whether it's good or not becomes less of a pressing issue as the society that you live in for ten days does not strive for either good or bad, there is only a constructive nihilism, a will to create in the face of all creation and a system where all art is equal and everything has its own space.

Outer body experience

Recently I have been seeing myself in a different light. I have to shed possesions in order to move onto the boat but since i pretty much left everything else behind to move to London this should not prove much of a problem.

I get set on edge easily and feel quite sad as at times i feel under pressure...I'm suspiscious of everything today...my lunch tastes like stale rubber...

Bah!

On a brighter note i am close to completing my first El-wire jacket, the next step is to get some sets of PVC struts, rope, a pocket 4 channel sequencer.. about 4 x 10ft different colours of el wire and some other trinkets, although the move is taking up alot of the type that i'd rather be using to be creative..in fact it may time to start fucking some things off here and there and getting back on it...

REM has just come on the radio, i also heard this song earlier today by some anal acoustic freak singing about how great his new shoes were, Jack Johnson feel good traveller beanie hat wearing fucking shite...

How do you like them apples.

Scan scan sacn - oops, spelling mistake

Work is slow a and laborious...

At the moment we are scanning the rejected works of art for this years Royal Academy Summer Exhibition.

About 9'000 works of art are here and i have to scan all of them....FUCK....

More to come - Ah Yes, another rejected work...

I may try and eat it, it tastes like chicken...paint....stuff....

I'd rather get off with a crab tonight that get off for the rest of my life!

Woah,

Hey…Craziness abounds as the dust settles on a truly momentous house party which seemed to sway like the good ship albion itself. The approach to the party involved making the best possible use of our basement space which as you know was flooded over the summer. Now the damage that the flood caused can still be recognised today. In particular the most worrying thing was the amount of dust that covered the floor after the carpet was removed.

In the first part of the snug we aimed to make it a cool dance floor bar space, the kind of place that you would go “swing” if you saw it. This was created by installing a bar at one end of the room accompanied by a back wall of booze, a studio Jurtle glowing bar sign and a white fur shall decked with white blinkies. A bright green thick glow stick was put at another corner of the room and one of the clear white wall space of the room was covered with the dali-esque surrealist skecthes of a recent couch surfing, one Italian artist called Valerio Gentile. And his sketches glowed extra “swing” under the UV light Muffin purchased as did our green UV fish next to the bar. In future I would like to have gone completely crazy with UV but alas that can wait until we’re on the boat.

The next space of the snug was the ‘chill’ zone. With this we stuck to the tried at tested formula of the faux fire DVD in the corner and used a brand new glitter ball and ambient red light to send out those ‘good time’ vibes. We complimented this was some heart blinkies of the same colour whilst stripping away as many furniture obstacles as possible to allow freedom of movement.. Now I don’t wanna be a geek and over analyse but I loved the way that red of the chill zone cotrasted with the harsher blue and purple UV… This made my trancem sore.

Upstairs were Jolly Roger Baloons, pirate slang on the walls, a scullery, captain’s quarters, a scary red eyed cardboard UV octopus, an Anchor endless shanties being played and many a stumbling costumed bafoon singing the Dubliners, and a few trying to change the soundtrack to Motown! WHAT!, if I wasn’t so happy that night I would have been angry but of course I wasn’t angry at all – I was an admiral.

From then, it’s all be kind of a blur until today (back at work) but the contentedness remains and plans are already forming in my mind for how to design the boat and of course, Turtle cult at Nowhere but all in good time.. First I had better re-open to dialogue with the geez and drift out of this tired stage tip toeing around the whole – post mash up misery because I am determined that that be avoided..

Anyhow I’m off now, I won’t say peace out or anything but to those who couldn’t make the party, you we’re sorely missed.

Take care

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Another satisfied Summer Exhibition customer - Enter Donna White!

I love helping people, it's thrilling to see people so happy at our prompt, efficient and glorious service!

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Dear Summer Exhibition

Last night, I was the last artist to drop off my painting at your summer show. I was told that I was too late and had to leave.

My husband checked his mobile at this point, and the time was 6.58 – as you know, your closing deadline was 7.00. We later checked the time with gmt, and his mobile was one minute out, still giving us one minute within the limit. We were only let in by mistake as members of your staff were opening the door to leave!

One man even shook his head reprovingly at us as my painting was grudgingly accepted, as if we were naughty children, and another told me curtly that I was wrong, that it was already after 7.00pm. Given that we had travelled for two hours through rush hour traffic to get to your gallery, I believe this was a rather harsh response. One expects bovine officiousness from small-minded bureaucrats, not at your portals.

The point is, one or two minutes either way is not going to spill the life blood of any mortal: I can’t believe the attitude that I encountered last night. The evident satisfaction with which they turned away an unfortunate man who arrived 2 minutes later, was very distressing to watch as he was practically in tears. For all I know, he may have come all the way from Bristol. You might tell me that you were understaffed, and they were tired and wanted to leave. That would be an admission that the Royal Academy was ill-prepared, and that bad manners are acceptable. You might tell me that they were scared that there would be running hordes of artists arriving late if they let us ‘get away with it’. We stayed outside for a quarter of an hour, and there was no-one else.

There is no greater prison than that created by your own mind, and for artists (presumably students) to seem so arrogantly small minded as to try to chase people away even before the cut-off point of 7.00 pm, there has to be a reason:

(1)Who were they afraid of, that they had such difficulty being compassionate in a case like this, where we had come from a substantial distance? (but before the cut-off time is a little over the top.) I’m surprised about this, because artists and students should have a healthy distrust of authority if they are creative.

(2)Were they simply bloody-minded arrogant people who when given a little power, abuse it? Artists with attitudes like this who get into the highest artistic ranks can do a fair amount of damage to people they don’t like. At this point, I could probably fall into the latter category. But as there is theoretically freedom of expression in this country, I have now finished expressing myself, and feel much better.

Just perhaps, there could be greater humanity manifested next year?

Thank you for your patience,

Donna White

Sharp nails, daggers, teeth and a pirate worthy or scum buggery!

Hear ye,

After a long drawn out process of intense work at work it has finally calm down and i can do what i am best at doing - workwise and that is nothing but surfing the waves of the internet and stewing in its soothing juices.

Anyhow, so its been busy, the summer exhibition is a long tedious hateful process involving people who all think that they are the greatest since michelangelo. What these people don't realise is that I AM THE GREATEST SINCE MICHELANGELO..just kidding, maybe in terms of humour ha ha (laughing)

But all thoughts must now turn to parties and our forthcoming move to the sacred isle of Brentford steeped in tradition, folklore and history where the spirits of amateur poets like Shelley and the deeds of 4th rate generals like Julius Caesar swell in the mist and fall slick on people's find the morning dew on a cool spring morning.

Anyway, so as you may know we have created a neon el wire sign which i did (in truth) bugger up when i'd started off perfectly well but thanks to Dougal's already existing well connected el wire on my green waistcoat all will be fine..im getting in three metres of the stuff next week so im going to need some practice, i was hoping to get it before hand but you can't trust corperations so ill be left to my own devices yet again..well more like my wife to sort me out once more!

so you may not hear from me until after the party all crazy and wild eyed like a feckless freak! a UV animal with the menapause, a yak on heat with fur for a brain and froth for a nose....watch this space freak faces..

xxxxx