Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Late On Schedule

I'm sorry about all the tragedies.
I haven't look at any news reports yet.

80 000 deaths (yet) makes it the worst
since Tangshen, China, in 1976 (above 300 000 deaths).

The worst ever (post-paleolithic) was Shansi, China,
with 830 000 deaths on the 23 January 1556.

The 50 foot wave taking you by surprise is no longer a myth.
They just discovered a whole train that was flooded, all filled
with people. Blasting.



Ok, I'm here to tell you that this blog is off for
a couple days.


The two last "late Montreal reviews"
are gonna be the duo Michel De Broin/Eve K Tremblay,
and the Ruhlmann exhibit.

If everything goes fine, I'll be visiting
"Art Deco" in Boston in the next couple days.
I might leave Ruhlmann off as this one contains
its share of pieces by Ruhlmann.

Alas, I won't have time for a gallery stroll
in Boston.



Mother Nature, please calm down,


Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com




Year End Art Exhibit Rush (Montreal) 6: Mona Hatoum: "Mona Hatoum (René Blouin)".

"If a new layer was revealed, it had to do, perhaps, with the spirit of the times: This group of objects seemed to be more about design than politics."
Frances Richard, ArtForum, Jan 2000










There used to be a time when Mona Hatoum produced important works for montreal galleries.


I've seen excellent shows of her at Oboro ("The Light At The End", 1989), Musée D'Art Contemporain, various times at René Blouin, and a couple other spots. I'm talking of the type of shows which you build an art carreer with.



These days, Hatoum sends to Montreal a collection of extra multiples that didn't sell from her previous shows. Not that these are all bad, but, really it's a missed rendez-vous as the René Blouin's space is indeed, "spatious", and full of potential. And let's face it: it's one of the obligatory stops in a gallery-filled building that attracts a large amount of art fanatics weekly. Montreal is a cool town filled with so many cool people, and they deserve so much more than half-baked art.


So yes, for what you can make of Hatoum being "an art star", the show at René Blouin consisted mostly of recent multiples, smaller works of the category people can afford around here (but if art can't be afforded in Montreal, where can it be, I ask? In less than 10 cities across the whole world? Something is wrong here). These works didn't provoke much in me. They're mostly cute appliances preserving meanings that sometimes are obvious, sometimes hard to decipher (it doesn't help that René never writes press releases: for a good part this attitude can be interesting, but some works here absolutely begged for an explanation).


Well, let me see what I'm able to receive...

Generally: images of microscosms, cytoplasms, cells, etc, created with the shapes of everyday objects like cut bottles, tea cups, and human hairs (a note that she doesn't use found objects, her work is technically sculptural).


The best work is the sculpture of the siamese cup ("T 4 2" (2002)), two cup that blends one into another like a cell caught in the process of duplication. Obviously, this work deals with notion of clonage. I'm sure the fact the artists lives in England adds a special political resonance to the use of a teacup. I'll grant that the piece was worth my visit (I even tought of buying a copy, but at 2500 grands a piece, when they are 100 copies, I thought it was a tad expensive).


The other central piece in this exhibit was the image of a cell fabricated with reproductions of halves of bottles (of what I presume is alcohol, but it could be medicinal bottles), of which ends were "rounded" in a manner that gives the impression that the bottles are emerging from invisible water (or actually sand, to be honest). Before you realized the fragments are pieces of bottles, it looks like an old floor sculpture by Richard Long. Hatoum seems to appropriate the popular "sos in a bottle" idiom. I'm stipulating a sense here from its title, "Drowning Sorrows" (2002), which suggests a psychological interpretation. Though these aren't baudelairian jars, these are liquor bottles. Alcoholism seems to serve a rather blunt objectification of despair. But the shape of a cell also lean me to infer issues of artificial biology, or the sickening of the human dna. Or was it simply some drunk cell ?


Next, the two drawings made with human hairs again formulate micro-biological aesthetics. How many dna researches in the world are executed through the use of hairs? How much do hair can tell about the identity of an individual ? With the title "Hair And There", I can imagine "where" this is going, but aesthetically it's not as flabbergasting as Kiki Smith's own hair drawings.


In "Hearing Voices (Moi?, Toi?, Lui?, Elle?)" (1993-02), the wall urges to talk: 4 rectangle glass cells are engraved with the interrogation marks Me?, You?, him? and Her?. This piece seems again to engulf the popular idea that in the cloning of representation we lost an aura of the original. Just like coming back to good old Walter Benjamin, as if redundance didn't exist (it's an old work, mind you), except that now of course we are dealing with real life and identities, or rather, Hatoum lets these quasi-identical, quasi-invisible tablets speak for us. Is this what the work is really about? I have nooooo clue, darling. I'm only guessing, here. Maybe that work would be a good reply to the minimalists, but in the end my guess is that not so many people are ready to read deep into the meaning of a work when it shows so little on the surface. Right?


On the opposite wall, there are two drawings made of wax paper: they look like residues of a performance, or linked to a process that is unknown to me, involving kitchen appliances engraved into cooking paper. I have noooo idea. Let's call them "Failure 1 and 2".


The two textural pink frames in the other rooms are handmade papers. One is representing a brain ("Untitled (Brain)", (2001)) and it really shares the fleshy organic texture with what it represents. The other use deadpan humor by juxtaposing its title, "Hand Made Paper" (2003), with the representation of an arm and hand. Ohhh, the preciosity of connecting with the artist's body and craft. Been-there-done-that sort of gallery fillers. Where's the beef?


Finally, the two marble gobelets ("Set In Stone" (2002)) linked by a tiny rope imitates the form of an ancient toy phone, that sort that kids often bricolage at school. They are adorned with arabic descriptions. This is as uncommunicative a work can get, but I guess that is the point. Communicating with yourself to see if you hear any better ? I did some research. The words spells "East" and "West" in arabic. Ok, now I see. Does the work shift meaning depending on where it is shown? Intriguing.

Not bad, but a lot of these objects seem to be made to decorate the walls of those who can buy them. I'm not certain where exactly does Mona Hatoum senses that she can have an impact. Not that the work is oblique but more that it is toned down by an aesthetic of bibelot.


Finally, some of these works are obtused by their clinical aspect. Is there a sense of humor somewhere ? Am I allowed to find it funny ? The tone is uncertain.

Why is surrealism dead when so many art seems to derive from it? At least with surrealism we could laugh.



Cheers,

Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com

Saturday, December 25, 2004

MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!!!!!!!!!

I just want to wish the merriest of christmas or X-Mas
to everyone reading !!

May we all be graced with redemption !!!!!


Err,


Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com



Notes on the last few days posts:

I am of course seeing way more exhibitions than I can review.
The exhibits I choose to review here are selected following
3 simple criterias:

1) I exceptionally love them

2) They present "interesting failures" (I hated them with passion)

3) They deal with issues that interest me as an artist, and thus are prompt to tease dialogue.

They are 3 more late reviews coming in from the Montreal series (as in, exhibitions from Montreal that just ended). I wanted this to be done "before Christmas", dammit !! ;-)

Later I'll look at some of the year's favorites, in early 2005.






Friday, December 24, 2004

Year End Art Exhibit Rush (Montreal) 5: Art Mûr "Novembre 2004", with Holly King

"When artists come to me and say they want to show their art, I tell them to start their own gallery"
Jeffrey Deitch


Would you believe that I claim to be a serious gallery goer, but yet never visited Art Mûr since their departure from their Old Montreal spot two years ago?

This might have to do with the fact that I'm forced to be selective with local shows as I'm often out of town. I simply figured that Art-Mûr was little too far a distance for me to cope with. Hey, this is afterall just "one" gallery: why would I go there when I can go elsewhere and visit more than 5 galleries in a day?


Well, this is where I was wrong.

Lately I had heard rumours that the space at Art-Mûr had got pretty large. It took the new works of Holly King, a photograph I'm following since many years (my first show of hers was at Articule in 1988!), to finally urge me to visit the place.


First reaction: "Oh my gaaaawwwdddd!!!!!".

Yes, this gallery is the LARGEST gallery spot in Montreal.
With its 2 full-apartment-size floors, they had 6 ongoing exhibits when I visited.
Would there be only two artists on show, they would probably be major retrospectives.

Grant you, they don't come close to Quartier Ephemere as far as width is concerned, but Art Mûr have arranged their spaces so they could show multiple shows, while Quartier Ephemere seems to prefer deserving their space to gigantic installations that couldn't enter anywhere else but at their address.


Nevertheless, Art-Mûr has strong potential to become an
important art spot in Montreal (if it's not already). The fact that
they both combine a commercial gallery and open spaces on the second
floor for more experimental projects is absolutely incomparable with any
other places in this city, and will certainly provide with very interesting artistic encounters. This will all depend on the way this is going to be curated. If they open the door to established curatorial projects it will be the more interesting. I think the future of art lies in this combination of commercial with experimental. The owners did the right thing (hopefully their spaces aren't too costly and I suggest they invite major sellers for the ground exhibit (even foreign artists, why not) to ensure viability).


Ok...let me attempt to cross those 6 exhibits with you:



Space 1: Ewa Monika Zebrowski: "Remembering Brodsky"






Well, it's mostly the photographic portrait of a book ("Watermark", 1992) from an author (Joseph Brodsky, of nobel prize fame) who himself tried to portray Venice through his poetry. Unless I'm wrong, this is not the major work from this author, but I've read people recommending reading it prior or after planning a travel to Venice .

Personally, I found these works (a dozen large photographs and a group of 25 photos with an accompanying artist book) a little too traditional. The precise referent is asking much from the knowledge of the viewer (take on me: I haven't read this book) and I'm afraid that these retro black photographs might be a little too illustrative (those stairs near the water of a canal reaffirm a quote where Brodsky compares the fluidity of life activity in Venice with the fact that the city is dwelling on water: hmm...well...Maybe he can write this better than I did).

Why Brodsky was chosen by this artist ? Why Venice ? That part of the artist's passion for her subject never translated to me.


Nevertheless, you can look here and judge by yourself (here's my favorite picture).




Space 2: Holly King "Vistas"


Vista
Function: noun
1 : a distant view through or along an avenue or opening
2 : an extensive mental view (as over a stretch of time or a series of events)

(Webster Definition)

Slope, 2004 Beauty, 2002


I came specifically to see these new "paintings" by Holly King. At first sight they looked like more of the same from her past work, if you will, but recently she picked on the format of 19th Century oval portrait to present these new fabricated landscape, as though to convey that nature is only truly created through perceptual gaze and a process of identification. As she mentions, the oval form is eager to bring back in memory the archaic age of early photography, an age that brought into desuetude the sorts of solemnful and heroic representations of nature that King has been so obsessively dragging back in style (in her own kinky way).

Like the surprise of tumbling on an ugly brushstroke in a Van Gogh, the fun with Holly King is to compare her works both from distance and proximity. As you approach them, they reveal details of their bricolage that deliver all the kitsch implied in their making. Yet when you move back, these scotchy apparitus disappear and the whole look almost like it revendicates the sublime (I'm thinking of "Exquisite" (2004), a majestuous fake waterfall, but it could be said of her other photographs sporting such evocative titles as "Lush" (2004), "Stream" (2004), and "Wonder" (2002)).

Exquisite, 2004



It's this correlation that King establishes between the kitsch and traditional landscape that I always find so interesting. You're never sure if you're being too cheap and sentimental for liking them or not. The oval shapes enhance that impression genuinely.




Space 3: Guillaume Lachapelle: "Passages Avides"





Guillaume Lachapelle builds tiny wood theatres that propose neo-surrealist scenes, often linking man with the animal world or dealing with exhilirated sexuality.

These both minimal and figurative scenes share with the works of such artists as Jake and Dino Chapman or PaulMc Carthy a tendency to revisit the lost fantasy scapes of childhood, though for what they lack in the sensational extremism of these artists, they gain in proposing subtle subersions not deprived of elegancy and technical genius.

Neat stuff...

The question is to know wrether this artist intends to comfortably dwell on a tangent with naive art, or if he intends to pull the nerves out of his sculptures a little more.




Space 4: Maureen Rodrigues-Labrèche: "Belonging(s)"


Now this is what I call "photographic installation". Nearly
none of the pictures assembled here (in the largest and best of all
the gallery spaces at Art Mûr) would make sense on their own.


What would you make of two picture of the roots of a tree ?




Well, when juxtaposed with a series of photographs showing social workers, a chinese girl on a farm, an old kitchen, a father, a cemetary in snow, and various diary texts hung up here and there, you can begin to accept that they belong to an exhibit which thematically revolves around the consequences of adoption.

This exhibit was meant to tear-jerk you. I felt really uncomfortable (not embarassed, more intimadated) because I felt so much anger and pain coming from this artist, especially in the ending section, which showed a video loop of an icy river superimposed with the constant typewritting of the phrase "You left your belonging(s) behind".

What is surpriseful is that apparently, the exhibit was built up from an assemblage of unrelated families photographs, and from various banal images of landscape (dyptichs of coast and trees, a man walking near a lake, etc...).




This work is pure fiction, though at the origin the photographs document the lives of people who "really" experienced adoption . The installation set up is very fragmented. Even the words on the walls are probably not coming from the "same minds".

But because of the use of the first pronun, which influenced my interpretation that this work was narrating the artist's life, I felt engulfed by a tragedy that turned out to be fake. Where does the fabrication of fiction begins and ends when it is created solely through the association of random documentary elements ? Does this trick makes it better art? Well, it's at the opposite of pomo works of the likes of Nan Goldin. It doesn't pretend to make you connect with the intimate lives of anyone. It deals with the problematic of adoption from an universal standpoint.

This said, it was all a bit emotionally manipulative. How would you react to such self-pitiful affirmations as "I was meant to be abandoned by these people"? People who live close to their family members are not necessarely in better terms with them. I wonder if biology is of any relevance or simply illusory in the way humans are able to psychologically bound together. My final opinion is that the majority of people who make kids shouldn't make them. There: I've expressed myself now. How about that for unprofessional art journalism?




Space 5: Gisèle Ouellette: "Repère" + Joane Poitras: "Pour L'Instant, L'Arbre"


Past a forgettable paper curtain serving as canvas for the drawing of a circular vegetal shape ("Repère" by Gisèle L. Ouellette didn't help me find my way towards it, despite it's title), we get to another artist dealing with the creation of singular shapes proposed as many hommages to the natural world (addendum: I found out later, after doing a little research, that the form Gisèle Ouellette intended to draw was a nest).

Joane Poitras's installation "Pour L'Instant, L'Arbre" is probably the best show of all this late 2004 programmation at Art-Mûr. It's land art made for the indoor. She piles up thousands of leaves of a same tree species into shapes that look like insect hives, cakes, or bluntly, simple angular shapes of no definite prescriptions (though some titles like "Conduit" and "Tertre" evoke masonry). There's nothing more to read into this but a re-organization of nature, except that as a discourse on sculpture it's really this interesting: most land artists create ephemeral works with rocks and wood in the outdoor, but this artist chose to extend that experience by working with even more fragile and ephemeral materials of nature. Her sculptures wouldn't last seconds under the wind. It wouldn't take much to crush them inside either, and they would burn under the lapse of a minute if someone had the bad idea to light a match at a near distance.

Then what ?

Life, for what it is, constitutes a revolution against time. Everything about it tends toward battling against the doom of entropy and destruction. By making the most fragile life residues stand like the most permanent of monoliths, the artist exposes her enthousiasm in participating in this ongoing homeostasic war against chaos. Next to the sculptures are a constellation of 19 miniature drawings of branches, and a column of empty boxes, ready to be filled with the leaves that the artist will ritualistically reconstitute in a future exhibit. It's a beautiful hommage to the essence of life when you are able to take that much care for its most banal detritus.




Space 6: Clara Bonnes: "Saisissement" + Jean-Maxime Dufresne: "Rest Area"






This duo of works by two young Montreal media artists was organized by Jean Dubois as part of his "Interstices" curatorial project, and I had the opportunity to meet the artists and have a good chat with them while I was there.

The work of Clara Bonnes, young french artist, assembles 3 (I heard elsewhere there was originally 4) organic sculptures pending down from the ceiling, each encasting a small monitor. These monitors constitutes small video-loop portrayals (one per sculpture) of people living in their immediate environment: eitheir their home or their apartment.

Here is the interesting part: you are able to touch and manipulate these sculptures, what triggers an interactive aspect that makes you able to pause random snapshots of the videos. This is supposed to signify the potentiality of any contact being made with a (the) proposed identity(ies).

As I was arguing with the artist, the fact that I was able to touch these pictures enhanced my impression that I was connecting with them, an impression that rested on an utopy, but nevertheless, that helped me trespass the usually superficial level of gaze and representation, and let me enter another world much more having to do with experiencing sensuality (note the word play in the title between the terms "uphold" and "being upholded", as in "being taken by surprise").

These organic forms, looking like cocoons, eyes, or even spermatozoids (not such an ackward idea in 2004 when artists like Matthew Barney have all layered down these subject matters), provoke the most interesting aspect of Clara's work: her merging of video art with the plastic, pre-conceptual tradition of sculpture. As she is a beginner artist, I can only encourage her to lean toward the sculptural. We have seen enough of video wall projections. She might be on the right track, though she gonna have to hide a little more of those electric wires on the ceiling.



As for Rest Area, the work of Jean-Maxime Dufresne, I was dumbfounded to learn that the artist is part of Syn- Atelier, after I had compared his art with outputs from this group (of which frankly I could until this date only name Jean Francois Provost amongst the members). Luckily for me (and Dufresne), I'm kind of a little fan of -Syn Atelier, so I only have good things to say about most of (his) their projects.

As I mentioned to him, I think this was the second time that I've experienced an installation asking me to sleep into a cubicule and watch a video at the proximity of my forehead (the other was a fantastic installation by Mariko Mori ("Wave UFO" (2003)). There is no other option, this is where his work succeeds the best: when inside, you're able to see two video loops at once, one being a video collage, installed inside the tent, of the artist sleeping and doing various activities related to living within a tent, and another video across the room as the horizon wall, in which the artist is shown installing his tent in the most bizarre and unconvivial of spaces, reminding of the famous work "Hypothèse D'Amarrages" by Syn- Atelier when they installed pic-nic tables all across Montreal city in the most univiting places.

My only drawback with Dufresne's work was the confusion at first glance with some of the footage that showed people doing sports, as when I entered the gallery I was wondering if there was two different pieces (there was a large field of polyutherane moss in front of the video that looked like a sport-field). This ended to be coincidental, as most of the video show a selection of delibarately uncomfortable spaces (like near a superhighway) where the artist attempted to live for a few hours in a state of survival.

Is there still a place for the nomad man in contemporary society? This is what this exhibition entails. How much of the built world can be alienating towards the survival instinct. How have we come to this? Where and how are we able to live though this ?

The installation is the mise-en-scène of the documentary of a performance. Where the art really happens is not in style, montage, or technology, but in the actions that originated them, and in the honest attempt to want to make us revive that experience.



Cheers,

Cedric Caspesyan
centimen@hotmail.com


PS: as if all this wasn't enough, Art-Mûr have launched the new cd of Sylvie Laliberté that I will be buying soon. There is also a nice window where they show extra works. It's a fantastic place. Try it for once's sake.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Year End Art Exhibit Rush (Montreal) 4: Steve Heimbecker "Pod".

"There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it."
Edith Wharton







Until this day in my "entire life", it was always crispy clear
in my mind which art shows I attended and which I didn't.
Isn't it obvious? I could name you any shows on earth and you
could tell if you were there or not. End of the question. NEXT!



This is what leads me to the Heimbecker problematic,
maybe a new art syndrome I invented for myself.

I had heard about and saw (from a distance) Heimbecker's
installation of his Wind Array Cascade Machine (WACM) on the Ex-Centris roof (which I suppose is still standing as I speak) a little while ago.


Early last week, when I went to the Oboro gallery, where Heimbecker's show "Pod" had been slated, they were pulling everything down. "Oh geez....Wh..What...Where am I? What happened?", I asked the coordinator breath-takingly. "Ohhhhhh You've missed it! It ended Sunday". I had to face my fate: apparently I had written down my schedule from a misleading press listing. Ah whatever... I saw parcels of it. I saw the poles (many were already on the floor), but of course the room was in full light and nothing was functioning. Than later, I saw footages of the installation, that included a video projection of the Ex-Centris roof in the entrance hall.


Now...I'm left to decide.

"Did I see this show or not??"


I'll presume that I've seen it, merely because I've seen the "objects" (the poles)
that structured the Oboro space, and enough "moving images" to give me a slight idea of what it looked like in the dark.


Basically, this installation invites you to sway into a bed of light. The poles are adorned with leds beams that shift in colors gradually as the wind outside send signals to the "dreamcatchers" standing on the Ex-Centris roof. This was the main interpretation that wouldn't leave my thoughts: that this work was related to ancient myths that the wind is a container of souls, such as in the beliefs of native american or ancestral asian religions, who used to consider wind chimes as transmittors of the chanting of spirits (there was no sound for this installation, but I'm told that the next exhibit using this system will be a sound art piece (HOPEFULLY with a visual element, hmm?)). Does the work of Heimbecker captures spirits and transform them into beams of light?

I'm projecting all this. I'm sure Heimbecker links his art much closer to the work
of minimal environmentalists like Walter De Maria. Aesthetically, it does look like
Dan Flavin on speed. Or maybe, a gigantic promotional room design sponsored by Pimp Watch?

Seriously, it's really an impressive work visually. Equal or even better to
the installation of light bulbs by Artificiel at Musée D'Art Contemporain that cheered
a bunch of people a couple of years back. Why are they no museums buying this stuff? I swear it's worth nearly half of Dia Beacon, as visual impact.


Ahh....those 90's artists.... How hard aren't we tapping on them.
Back in the 70's, artists "were allowed" or rather, allowed themselves
to sculpt beams of light for their pure fun. In the 2000's, artists (especially in Canada) are obliged to start from concept, would it be only to make certain they receive
grants. I'm not sure you could succeed nowaday in Canada if you weren't the
slightliest of a conceptual artist. Given these considerations, Heimbecker chose to render visible the naturally invisible force of wind. The question is: does this "translate"? Isn't the work a little too dependant on a set of relations that I need to intellectualize before entering a world that is mostly attractive to my senses? I'm pondering.

It's a chance that there is a projection at the Oboro entrance of the WACM capters (a 40 minute document, not a real-time capture, but I think this is irrelevant), because it is the only way that the neophyte audience could possibly link the installation with another structure.

I'm poised, basically. I think the project of creating art with a natural matter
such as wind is not only legitimate, but a beautiful idea. Don't we all love to create kites? In a sense, the Heimbecker installation is such a kite.
A kite made of light. So, being that kites are mostly decorative objects, why would I reproach Heimbecker's work to propose me (or not) a theoretically abstract liaison?
What is all that can be written about wind ?

Here, maybe I'm worried that with the post-conceptual art of today, we refute to
accept things for what they are. Every sound and visual aspects of every works must be analyzed and explained thoroughly. But Heimbecker's work is actually so
contemplative!? You could admire it regardless of your knowledge of how it functions. Are you missing the work if you do?


This is the major issue that this artist (an excellent sound artist might I add) and others, will need to confront.



Cheers,


Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com


Steve Heimbecker "Pod"
November 12 - December 11, 2004
Oboro
4001 Berri

Year End Art Exhibit Rush (Montreal) 3: Sévérine Hubard "Coupé Coincé".

"Home is in your head"
Warren Defever








Severine Hubard is a french artist whom I had never heard from, but judging from her website, she is already quite prolific at such a young age (she was born in 1977).


Nevertheless, prolific doesn't automatically imply quality, and as much as I enjoyed certain of its insights, I keep reserves about Hubard's piece at Skol called "Coupé Coincé" (2004), which have been lauded by the local press, and which constitutes the conclusion show of her residency at Galerie Est-Nord-Est in St-Jean-Port-Joli.

What's wrong Ced ?

What's with the grumpy attitude all of a sudden?

Well, it's not a bad exhibit. I complain solely because on the matter of disrupting familiar architecture, there has been (and I have seen) a lot of ferociously interesting works in recent years, and the Severine show left me with the after-taste thought of "too little, too late".


Quickly, the centre piece of the show is the prototype exoskeleton of a traditional Quebec house (its shape was influenced by houses in the Chauddière-Appalaches county), that she installed on its side, perpendicularly to standard housing position. You must enter it by crawling through a chimney, if you want to see the 4 principal elements that are hidden inside: a hole-as-window where you can pop your head out like Alice in Wonderland, one door exposed on its side as leading to an imaginary place (you will need a LOT of imagination to infer that, as it looks set up for restoration), a small wood scale that leads to the "roof" (the front side of the house) where you can observe a couple flower pots thrown there perhaps a little too nonchalantly, and finally, so you are not left too disappointed, the addition of an older work which is a small diaporama that you must action on your own, showing a multitude of parked cars (one per slide). This latter self-consciously-boring piece actually made me smile. It's genuinely been incorporated with this present installation (I wrote the title down somewhere buy can't find that piece of paper for the moment). These cars (and trucks and boats) are microscosms of the domestic world. Here, they appear dumbfounded, like they are waiting on a leash for their "masters" to come back. It's as if Severine meant to infer the little soul they seem to lack, when actually they are directly linked with a wide range of personal histories. Being so common and out there, we tend to ignore them visually. Hubard is pulling our attention, at the distress of the rest of her installation.

But the car piece on its own wouldn't have been enough (there's a gallery to fill here), and the house is unfortunatelly deceiving quickly after the surprise of first sight.
Nicolas Mavrikakis does his best to defend it in the journal Voir, pointing at the fact that contemporary arts of today are getting bigger than the homes they were originally intended for. But on this topic of reappropriating traditional architecture through art, I'm reminded of a plethora of artists, not the least the german Gregor Schneidor, who won the Venice Biennial with the deconstructive reconstitution of his grandmother's home. Then closer to us, Julie André T cut in two a whole gallery space, with her fabulous performance-apartment project at Dare Dare (I must add here that I've got my own project that deals with shapes of traditional Quebec homes, but that is a wildly different proposal).

The only thing that differs between Severine Hubard's home and these projects is that her's functions as much as a sculpture than as an environment. But than, perhaps this is where it missed its goal: sculpturally, it sucked. I'm forced to employ a term that the artist used to describe her work: it looked like "bricolage". Something made by a collective of kids during parascolar school activities. The idea is brilliant but it's not pulled up to what it could have been. The show works like the blueprint of what it wishes to achieve.


Luckily for us (or her), Severine added another layer to her exhibition.
The real success of this show comes from the manner in which Hubard infiltrated
the standard working spaces of Skol with a series of preparatory works, that the visitor is forced to visit prior getting to the house entrance.

The pieces themselves, once you found them (I counted 7, with an introductory text), aren't too dramatically moving (a profile of a horse made of wood, a tiny house model, a much larger model of the Skol show, a collage of housing ads, 3 drawings of piles of chairs, and a photographic panorama of an earlier work when she aligned windows on the side of a building in Europa). The big fun here is the way these settings are intrusive, and how Hubard is allowing us to visit what is normally hidden from us (what Nicolas Mavrikakis calls "the foundations of the house"). In that sense, the offices in a gallery space are the opposite of the white cube. They are filled with people working and well, people are just naturally messy. They put posters on doors, decorations on walls, piles of mails on furnitures. Hubard had to negociate the spaces where she could insert her own materials. There was no map or indications on anything so I had to ask to make sure I wasn't missing anything (oops, right there: the rocking baby chair with circular pads, see what I mean?). For this portion alone, if only it didn't only consist of its preambule, the show had something to bite on.


The substantial "home project" here is not the half-baked sculpture, but the investigations of the living space of Skol's employees. I find infiltrative and "parasitic" art to be the "coup du jour". The best art trend revival of recent.

Wherever Severine is going next, she surely got the potential to amaze simply because
she is already curious enough herself for looking at life from unusual perspectives. This half-gown of an exhibit couldn't make anyone pronunce themselves on her pertinence. On the contrary, it can only titillate our curiosity in apprehending how this will lead her to future proposals.



Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com

Séverine Hubard: "Coupée coincée"
Nov 11 - Dec 18, 2004
Skol, 372 Ste-Catherine W., #314 398-9322


Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Year End Art Exhibit Rush (Montreal) 2: Bill Vazan "Cosmological Shadows".

"I’m fascinated with how people, no matter where, have tried to communicate with something other than themselves—the other. I guess my way of making contact with the other is by taking a parallel position with what these people have done. Of course, I’m only in one time and place. Is there a connection with God? We all want to connect with God, whether or not we deny his or her existence. We eventually realize, one way or another, that we did not bring ourselves here, and we have no control of how we’re going to get out of here."
Bill Vazan







This show, in true Vazan form, is a whole pilgrimage of a show. It's been running around since such a long time that I have no idea what in the world made that I hadn't catch it yet. I remember being in Ottawa and missing it in a wink.


I always thought it was a retrospective, but it's not: it's mostly a specific
photograph project linking lands in Quebec (Mingan Islands) and Egypt.
The "water" and the "sand", as the artist would put it, a metaphor
of the juxtaposition of the "new" (vivid) with the "old" (dry).


Vazan is the "Goldsworthy of Canada". Probably our most important land artist (and also one of our first video artist). Over the years, through the mean
of documenting his works, he started producing art that was, as I
just mentioned, specifically photographic. Bluntly: think Alain Paiement.
The show "Cosmological Shadows", at Centre De l'Université De Montreal,
consisted in a series of gigantic grids of photographs (5 in total), added
with 3 medium works and around 30 smaller works (grouped together on
one wall), all using a similar aesthetic of mosaic. In addition to this, I counted 6 large photos of various Vazan's land works (including "Cobra Stand For A Parallel World" (2001), a motif
made of stone somewhere in India, and other ambitious stone sculptures, reminiscent
of paleolithic art, which to Vazan means being in the same position as the first men who tried to communicate with nature and universe).



But let's concentrate on the show's most elemental characteristic: the grid.
By "grid" I mean that the photos are individual fragments of one unique
large landscape subject, sometimes overlapping in representation (kinda like
watching a nude landscape descending the stairs). One wonders if he had to photograph every of the photos for the larger works, a method exploited vastly by Alain Paiement.

The artists mentions that he uses the space between the individual photos
(forming a decipharable grid) to help the viewer infer a graphic shift on the horizon line, what triggers the optical illusion from which, with the help of switching the horizon axes on each photo, leads the impression that the photographs as a whole form a 3d globe, or three-dimensional curves, when they don't simply expand their standard axes horizontally and vertically.


From there comes the self-evident focus of the works: Vazan associates landscapes with universal forms such as cells, stars, waves, rays and other forms
influenced by theoretical physics, that he's attempting to simplify for his audience. Add to this the juxtaposition of archaic egyptian reliefs with contemporary raw Quebec landscape (as in this work, which depict an egyptian relief crossing the circumferance of an "island", splitting it into a perpendicular), and you're getting dangerelously close to esoteric.


But frankly, Vazan's work is much simple. He means to
remind us of a pre-Galileo world when we didn't know that it
was round. He means us to assert how little we know from the cosmos
and that much of it is still a mystery. The use of reliefs from ancient civilizations
underlines both the wonder of man towards nature and his failed attempt at
controlling it. The self-reflective images of the Pyramids here at the left propose a gaze toward the hidden shapes in all things.


In a sense, Vazan treats landscape photography from a minimalist's point
of view
. You can accept the beauty of his work once you indulge
in tolerating its overtly systematic aspect.

Like with any minimalist works, the essence of its success lies in the way simple mathematical shapes help us breathe with the work, both physically and intellectually. The major recurrent proposition is the opposition of perfectly formal mathematic grids with perfectly curved and spherical representations of landscapes. Once we get familiar with Vazan's approach, and regardless of the overwhelming amount of photos (especially on the wall collection of small works), we are able to straddle from one piece to the next at ease, rapidly grasping the general forms at play (though a surprising amount of urban subjects in the smaller and medium format seems to disrupt the relation established by the greater works, maybe getting slightly too Melvin-Charneyish here, but I found out later that some of these were actually older pieces).

The best work is the oval shape separated by a path, installed as two beds against the floor (I think it's called "Oval" (2000-2001)). The format recalls a pool, or the reflection of landscape on water. I rarely ever seen photographs positioned that way above a floor, and therefore I declare this work
the "major" Vazan piece deserving to be bought by a museum. For this piece alone, the visit was well worth the distant travelling.


Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com


Bill Vazan: "Cosmological Shadows"
October 28 - December 19, 2004
Centre D'Exposition De L'Université De Montréal
2940, chemin de la Côte-Sainte-Catherine
Local 0056, Montréal

Year End Art Exhibit Rush (Montreal) 1: Marie-Claude Pratte "La Marche Du Monde".

Well, I've seen a plethora of art exhibits this past week
in Montreal, paving my way through the Christmas rush.

Good news is there's a lot of good stuff.

I'll comment some of it in the next few posts.



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I ended yesterday with Marie-Claude Pratte at Quartier Éphémère,
which was a real cherry on a sundae treat. Kinda like watching
a christmas mechanical window. The main piece is a full surrounding
wall fresque that functions like the paths on a board game,
depicting urban activity in downtown Montreal. You follow
from the start (Hydro-electric crash creating a flood, and cars getting off their suburbs homes unto the Jacques-Quartier bridge), and after wandering
in various streets of Montreal (Ste-Catherine, St-Laurent
Chinatown, etc..), you end either at the Casino, or a giant library called "University" (and presenting books sporting names of chain stores as
their titles), or an hospital (my guess is that it's Hôpital St-Luc).

Everybody is painted in black, and you start realizing that the
tone of the work spells "bleak". This is afterall, "punk" painting,
but I insist: this was not how I perceived it at first, since
the layering of colourful shops and bars reminded me more
of the carnivalesque atmosphere of late Friday night activity
on St-Laurent (especially in summer). I am not certain that the
artist chose the best streets in her intention to attack local
consumerism. Where is Ste-Catherine West or St-Hubert?. But
then I figure Pratte is linking St-Laurent as a pittoresque path
that will lead you to Marché Central (the spot in canada that makes
the most money by square foot). The work is transitive.


Pratte added another subversive element to this piece. She sells everything by square foot, meaning that she intends to cut the paint in parts amongsts the buyers. That saddens me: I think it should all stick together.


On the checklist, Pratte seems to separate the "suburb" and the "city"
portions of the work into two separate entities, but I think they consist of one.
I'm deciding for her what pieces should go together: apart from the cityscape fresque (which includes the flood series as provoking the transition between the natural and urban scapes), I counted 6 other groups of paintings. Two are about Jesus: the clouds vignettes leading to a dirty st-suaire, and the little church pointing to a canvas of Jesus being sick in bed. These and another allegorical tableau showing people living in a gigantic shoe under the sea are the weakest parts of the exhibit. They disrupt the general topic by focussing on other themes such as decadence of religion and ecology.

There is another large "fresque" consisting on a series of public buses leading people to a gigantic shop, from which they follow (by foot) a path that leads to a "death station", where they all align to pass trough a meat grinder that piles the fleshy residuals into a gigantic and surprisingly colorful depotoir. This quasi-abstract painting, adorned by a queen sitting on top, is a stand out. Snobs call this "naive painting", but I call it "heritage" painting. The sort of work that may end up at the McCord Museum, where it will make everyone go "wooo" when they finally get the chance to see it. The fragmented aesthetic recalls the ancient assyrian or egyptian wall reliefs that were often layered as a mean to lead into various narratives. The overall texture and sizes of the fragments also reminds of medieval icons. Maybe afterall this is Pratte's version of a Last Judgment, and there would lie the reasoning behind her choice to depict a religious scene.

The two last "ensembles" consisted of: 1) a tiny assemblage depicting some sort of dark explosion (? I didn't pay attention), and 2) the entrance work consisting of 3 parts: people attending an important concert, a huge parking lot with an impressive range of cars, and one painting of a gas pump. Arguably those are only fillers to the two main fresques, which pseudo-folk attire impose an ambitious scale (not the first exploit in dimension for Pratte) that makes me wonder if this isn't a landmark work in its genre. I don't recall seeing any painting recently that were both this huge, complex, and intricate. Maybe Monique Regimbald-Zeibeir's monument to Marguerite Bourgeoy, but it doesn't even slightly relate (Monique was more about concept and repetition, if you can figure 426 little canvas similar to the one shown here). Haven't seen any Ackerman mural recently either.


The final fun is that, though the street series don't exactly depict the St-Laurent shops in their right order (I wonder if it was all painted from vague memories), I can see the spot where I live behind one of these shops. Hey!! This work talks about me!! What more could I ask? I walk on these streets every day, though I never felt like being part of it like so many scenemakers seem to think they are. I'm the least pro-St-Laurent fellow around. I've known the place all my life but always felt like being the stranger around. I don't meet people I know at every corner. I think people who recognize me are discreet about it.

But I disgress.

If painting is going to be this good (I'll admit I'm very severe with paintings, as I'm wary of conventions), than I'll need to reconsider my definition of contemporary art, and pay a lot more attention to what the "traditional artists" are able to do (and if you don't see where I'm coming from with "tradition", please revisit the folk art section of McCord museum ).


Cheers,

Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com


Marie-Claude Pratte: "La Marche Du Monde"
Nobember 19 - December 19, 2004
Quartier Ephémère
745 Rue Ottawa
514-392-1554

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Hommage To Agnes Martin 2

As my hommage to Agnes Martin,
I tried to see if it was possible
for the common of mortals to replicate
some of her work on a program like
Paint in Word.


It's really hard.


Try it. You must use your mouse
and do it by hand.


















Cheers,


Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com



Saturday, December 18, 2004

Homage To Life: Agnes Martin (1912-2004).

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(Charles R. Rushton/Whitney Museum of American Art)



Agnès Martin, the godmother of minimalism, passed away yesterday.


The seminal artist of canadian origin (she's from Saskatchewan), deceased at 92, which is about the age of Louise Bourgeois these days. The reason I bring this up is that two days ago I was thinking about Louise Bourgeois as I was sharing with someone the titles of works that brought me really strong emotional experiences (emotional as in: versus intellectual, versus sensual, etc..). I mentioned then that I hope Louise got still many years before her because I believe she's been reaching summums in her art recently.

Two days later, Agnes's death takes me by surprise. There's much less emotional urgency coming out of Agnes's work. On the contrary it's quiet and blissfully intemporal. I guess I always figured Agnes as some kind of immortal being from out of this world. Her death is not even shocking, like all her life's work prepared you for it. You know? Just in case it took you by surprise.


I often feel frustration for Agnes that she didn't receive as vast support as other artists from the Minimalist movement (which is a portion of american art history that all the artists themselves refute in partaking). Her early grid formats in the 50's so much announced Lewitt, that it's only an half-relief that she got a one year temporary exhibit going on at Dia Beacon, where all the big minimalist dudes all get their self-important works shown in permanence (thanks to some perticularly obsessive patrons), with only about half of them really deserving such imperialist devotion.


But this is no day to feel bitter. On the contrary, the death of Agnes Martin fills me with a serene calm. I think I owe her that: everything in her art was about dedramatization. Probably even therapeutic. She was the most optimist of artists you could imagine. I can only perceive her passing the threshold with a confident smile on her lips. She had done what she meant to do: her legacy is untouchable.

Recently, I had seen both the Dia Retrospective, which shows a good portion of her early works, and therefore circumbscribes at ease her basic theories and aesthetics (ones that she would follow religiously throughout her life), but I also visited last May what is considered to be the last pre-mortem exhibit by Agnes Martin, an exhibit of recent works that took place at Pace Wildenstein, her affiliated gallery on 54th street, New York.

I am reviewing this show as my hommage to her, my first art review on this new blog. I am not an official art reviewer, and please note (if you haven't already) that english is not my prime language.



I will not use the word "irony" to characterize the title of this show, which was called "Homage To Life": on the contrary I think the term genuinely can serve as the epitaph for her entire career. I wouldn't blush seeing it as the expression to front cover a catalogue raisonne. Not if it would be her's.

But what is this homage to life that she proposes, exactly? It's a meeting between two forces. It's a meeting between the eternally firm, rigid and the temporary hesitative, precarious. It's the most human of hands attempting to draw an impression of the scale of the universal and absolute. In painting, this transcribes as the tension between the polished monochromatic and the handput colour application. It's the tension between the mathematical grid and the act of drawing over it softly with one's hand. It's en encompassing of perfection and imperfection. It's a sacrifice of ego against the monumentality of existence.

Did that sound all discombobulated ?



Martin's work is actually very simple and accessible. Yards away from the mentions of "dryness", "austere" and "pretentiousness" that you may here from times to times about her works from those who never understood it.

Bluntly: Martin is a "philosophical" artist. She proposes through her art that she is engaged with the thinking precepts that guide her. In a sense she functions like a medieval painter that would have focussed all her life on perfecting the depiction of Christ. Instead, she chose to devote her life to the transcription of her own beliefs in zen and other oriental philosophies through her use of pure aesthetical forms (kind of obvious if you know the least you need to know about zen). She indeed provoked a little the art crowds when she employed terms as "classical" to describe her work, but she had a firm belief that through her interest in simple shapes, patterns, and colors, she was exploring a vision of beauty, and perfection (the essence of classicism).

The grids that Agnes Martin adds by hands with pencil on her quasi-monochromatic canvas are humane. They are at the opposite of say, computer "cgi" design. Her work seems to emphasize the fact that mathematical deconstruction is a human ability, an act of intellectualization that in fact originated in the sensual and emotional histories of our existence (remember how you counted candies on Halloween). Also, Martin's grids are imperfect and present no focal point: they enhance what the artist refers to as "formlessness". The grids interact with the gaze as you approach and distance yourself from the paintings, and this creates a sense of opacity, like the work is hanging out in the atmostphere, ethereally.

The use of overall chrome is more rigid. It's a void. It's both plain and empty, you're never too sure. But then Martin used a large palette of tones and colors that I will indulge in tagging "as many emotions". Like the cold grid that spouses the shapes of the human form by being drawn by hand, the peculiar choices and treatment of pure earthly chromas render Martin's work the most down-to-earth minimalist art that you can imagine. In a sense, yes, you could think it's a feminized version of minimalism , but I find that expression diminutive when all this art was consolidated pre-facto the history of american contemporary art. It's NOT feminine, it's rather the reaching point between those two poles, if you absolutely need to distance them.



Where was I?

Oh yeah, "the show".
That show at Pace Wildestein, which lasted from May 4 to June 30, 2004.

The press release mentions that "Homage to Life is the first body of work that basically defy her signature grid. Floating shapes, as well as new divisions of space, are now present in the new work."


See? Now, you can all forget whatever I have said about Agnes's work.
But no, seriously: the thing that this exhibition did was to show that Martin had found other means (if nothing too radically different) to express her beliefs, so hopefully that will evitate her in retrospect the accusation of being too systematic.

As you can notice by clicking on the pictures on the Pace Wildenstein site, she had made a long come back to 50's geometrical form (isn't it a spiritual bliss to be able to revisit your sources when you approach trespass), and started using vertical shapes and separating sections on canvas.

How does this translate with the whole formulaic pilgrimage that constitutes her oeuvre ? If you look at the title piece, "Homage to Life" (2003), you will
notice that the monolithic aspect of the black trapeze is apposed to a surface that seems etched by hands with graphite. Same goes with the two triangles of
"Untitled # 1" (2003), or in the opposite proposition of "Untitled # 17" (2002), where two graphite squares are undermined by solid black (and a high-level horizon above,
hanging like Prometheus` fire in a Rubens painting). The contrast between the sharp edged geometry and the soft aspect of the pencil drawing propose a similar tension than with past Martin's works. Similar? Maybe it is even more obvious now. Why the use of symmetry? My only guess is that they constitute clusters of repetition that help re-evaluate the idea of the grid as the pre-eminent choice to argue a same proposition.


Now let's come back to more comfortable terrain and judge this "Untitled # 6" (2003) which you will agree, with its overall washy-violet tone and the hand-slide pencil horizontals, that this is the most soft and humane form of minimalist art ever. Call it classical if you will, afterall her work does function like an aesthetical theorem (especially with quasi theoretical "Untitled 5" (2003) that looks like the same painting as before but cut out from the extraneous emotional (and personal) information of color).


"Untitled 8" (2003) looks genuinely like your good old
universal writting paper, and maybe I'm being too litteral by deciphering
a definite representation of Agne's method: isn't she more a writer than
an actual painter? Or rather, doesn't she paint as though she was writting,
and here I make no references to conceptualism but link more with the ancient craft of graphology, and the fact than with the earliest forms of writting, it was self-evident that the modes of communication inherited from drawing?.


Martin Creed would cringe at this:
"The Sea" (2003). It looks like a rain of neutrinos (before they fall vertically down on earth). You hate it? I think it's wonderful !!
Maybe it would be less sublime if there wasn't the whole history of Martin's work behind it, I'll grant you. I'll grant you that her work functions as a corpus with precise delimitations and focus, and that if she had been hypocritical but only once to her unequivocal aspirations, it would have been as critical as being an heretic in the 13th Century, France. What can I say: there's responsibilities with dealing with the sublime.


These pastoral ones, "Untitled # 4" (2003), "Untitled # 9" (2003) and "Untitled # 3" (2003) are, well, "pastorals", in the sense that they almost look like wallpapers (do I make sense, here?), quasi decorative, but they are probably as therapeutic as soft green tea (no cheap pun intended). Maybe this is why they seem so radical. Like a deconstruction of Matisse. I find them less appealing, but they're all very consistent with the rest of the show (and Martin's approach to art). I am more surprized by the shapes than the use of soft tones (evidently, or that would be like admitting I know nothing about her art).


I'm ending with my favorite piece of the show: "Untitled # 21" (2002) with its earthly colors, the graphite grey "path", and the two black voids. They seem to taunt us, invite us out of the precarity of existence. There is mystery. Feedback of the gaze (they're at eyes level)? Two extremities of one black hole ? There is something about the number two: It precedes the universal law that two elements must interact in order to create a third (1 + 1 = 3), as in art resulting from the meeting between an artist's proposition and its audience. I'm sure these squares signify something, as much of Martin's work is transcendental to her beliefs. Somehow Agnes is on the other side of them today.



It was overall an excellent last show for Agnes, if we only let ourselves envelopped by the concision of her entire work, forgetting a little the moment that had passed since her early experiments of the 50's.

I know what some of you are going to say.

I'll reply that: you can't really reproach an artist to be this autistically focussed when the matter of her art is wisdom itself.

Her work, which general schemes and colors share attributes with some schools of oriental art (I'll even venture into comparing it with some anti-decorative forms of islamist art), will last as long as it can reach people able to grasp the devotional and faithfull aspect of an artist who in all humility spent a lifetime communicating universal tensions engulfing the fate of existence.


It was a nice lesson,

Thank you, Agnes,


Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com

Thursday, December 16, 2004

FANTASTIC ROADSWORTH SITE!!

I just found out a FANTASTIC website on Roadsworth's street art, which seems to have been set up this morning as the "viewed counts" on each picture didn't exceed 1 or 2 (a cool and important html attribute that will serve to show the court how much impact (or not) his work addressed on popular opinion).

The site is provided by the young art afficionado Mike Patten, who sounds like he's been seeing lately nearly as much art shows as I do (hey, I'm hard to beat, I saw over 80 shows in the last two months) as you can observe by moving across his personal art diary at:

http://www.mikepatten.ca


To be polite, here's the full link for the Roadsworth (aka Peter Gibson) pictures site: http://www.mikepatten.ca/gallery/view_album.php?set_albumName=album10&page=1


I do hope that Chris Zeke at Zeke's Gallery will install a retrospective of these pictures as part of the future (and first) exhibition of Roadsworth that is supposed to be on schedule for the gallery sometimes in 2005. Personally I can't wait.


Cheers,

Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com


RoadKill: post-graffiti artist Roadsworth arrested.

Well, everyone in Montreal is whining these days the arrestation
of the until yet quasi-anonymous artist Roadsworth, whose work
consists of painting iconographic forms on the concrete street pavements,
as though they were decorative extensions of the general utilitarian street design.

I said a few times already in many places that ornementation
is the new art subversion. I don't think there's anything nowaday
that can pretend to be as anti-artistic as the action of coming into a gallery
and pretend you're there to decorate, apart from really believing it.

At any rates, the story of Roadsworth, which art
I can see no other reason of existing than as an indicment
against urbanscape boringness, has been told a few places.

I'll am going to propose you is that you go to
http://zekesgallery.blogspot.com
for a magnificent (if only slightly obsessive)
coverage of the affair, or write here:
maire@ville.montreal.qc.ca
if you think that Roadsworth shouldn't go in jail
or pay 50 000 dollars of tax worth.


Cheers,

Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com

(I actually wasn't sure when I saw the first Roadsworth pieces if they were art or
part of a publicity campaign. Maybe that is because the work used archetypal
typography to transcribe seemingly harmless doodles: Owl, plant, electric cable and slots,
etc)





Wednesday, December 15, 2004

New Art Blog

Well I'm Attempting this New Art Blog thing.

I first thought of calling it ArtBitch, but I'm not yet that pissed
off an individual, and I thought ArtTwitt would cool everyone off
on that matter.


Everyone?

Who's everyone?

I don't know...

Have you ever watched Empire, the Andy Warhol film,
from beginning to end ?

There you go.

That's what blogs are for,

Cedric Caspesyan
centiment@hotmail.com








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