John Latham - Full Stop (1961)
Saturday, 28 May 2011
Monday, 23 May 2011
Ryan Gander - Didactease
Didactease Expanded (Questions To The Printer: 'Is It Truly Offset?') 2006
Offset printed poster
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Thursday, 19 May 2011
Monday, 16 May 2011
On Kawara - I Got Up At...
On Kawara - I Got Up At...
1974 - 75 (Ninety postcards with printed rubber stamps)
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
John Baldessari - Portrait: (Self) #1 as Control + 11 Alterations by Retouching and Airbrushing
John Baldessari Portrait: (Self) #1 as Control + 11 Alterations by Retouching and Airbrushing 1974
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Monday, 2 May 2011
Keith Tyson - Artmachine Repeater Series
Keith Tyson Dual Workstations (30 Seconds Late and Early) 1998 - 99
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Jean Baudrillard - Simulations and Simulacra
The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth — it is the truth which conceals that there is none.
The simulacrum is true.
Ecclesiastes
The simulacrum is true.
Ecclesiastes
If we were able to take as the finest allegory of simulation the Borges tale where the cartographers of the Empire draw up a map so detailed that it ends up exactly covering the territory (but where, with the decline of the Empire this map becomes frayed and finally ruined, a few shreds still discernible in the deserts — the metaphysical beauty of this ruined abstraction, bearing witness to an imperial pride and rotting like a carcass, returning to the substance of the soil, rather as an aging double ends up being confused with the real thing), this fable would then have come full circle for us, and now has nothing but the discrete charm of second-order simulacra.
Abstraction today is no longer that of the map, the double, the mirror or the concept. Simulation is no longer that of a territory, a referential being or a substance. It is the generation by models of a real without origin or reality: a hyperreal. The territory no longer precedes the map, nor survives it. Henceforth, it is the map that precedes the territory — precession of simulacra — it is the map that engenders the territory and if we were to revive the fable today, it would be the territory whose shreds are slowly rotting across the map. It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire, but our own. The desert of the real itself.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Ellen Harvey - Local Landscapes (2004)
Ellen Harvey - Local Landscapes (2004)
Site Specific installation for the Project in Los Angeles.
Monday, 18 April 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Matt McCormick - The Subconscious Art of Graffiti Removal
the subconscious art of graffiti removal (excerpt) from matt mccormick on Vimeo.
16mm/Digital video – 16 minutes – 2001
Thursday, 7 April 2011
Monday, 4 April 2011
Mike Kelley - Shall We Kill Daddy?
"...When we are forty, other younger and stronger men will probably throw us in the wastebasket like useless manuscripts - we want it to happen!
Maurizio Cattelan - The Fat Is On The Table
Maurizio Cattelan We Are The Revolution 2000
The Fat Is On The Table, Maurizio Cattelan on Joseph Beuys
First published in Tate Etc, Spring 2005
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Friday, 25 March 2011
Monday, 21 March 2011
Janine Antoni - Gnaw
Janine Atoni - Gnaw (1992)
In Atoni's performance piece Gnaw, two 300kg cubes of chocolate and lard are placed on marble plinths in the gallery space. Using her mouth the artist gradually chews and carves away at the two blocks spitting out the chewed pieces to mould chocolate boxes and lipstick tubes.
Thursday, 17 March 2011
Franz Kafka, A Hunger Artist, 1922
During these last decades the interest in professional fasting has markedly diminished. It used to pay very well to stage such great performances under one's own management, but today that is quite impossible. We live in a different world now. At one time the whole town took a lively interest in the hunger artist; from day to day of his fast the excitement mounted; everybody wanted to see him at least once a day; there were people who bought season tickets for the last few days and sat from morning till night in front of his small barred cage; even in the nighttime there were visiting hours, when the whole effect was heightened by torch flares; on fine days the cage was set out in the open air, and then it was the children's special treat to see the hunger artist; for their elders he was often just a joke that happened to be in fashion, but the children stood openmouthed, holding each other's hands for greater security, marveling at him as he sat there pallid in black tights, with his ribs sticking out so prominently, not even on a seat but down among straw on the ground, sometimes giving a courteous nod, answering questions with a constrained smile, or perhaps stretching an arm through the bars so that one might feel how thin it was, and then again withdrawing deep into himself, paying no attention to anyone or anything, not even to the all-important striking of the clock that was the only piece of furniture in his cage, but merely staring into vacancy with half-shut eyes, now and then taking a sip from a tiny glass of water to moisten his lips.
Sunday, 13 March 2011
Martin Kippenberger - The Happy End of Franz Kafka's 'Amerika'
Martin Kippenberger - The Happy End of Franz Kafka's 'Amerika' (1994)
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
Friday, 4 March 2011
Tomoko Takahashi - My Playstation
Tomoko Takahashi's installation 'My Playstation' at the Serpentine Gallery in 2005 saw the collection 7,600 objects. All donated and collected by the artist they were densly arranged in the gallery and formed a complex mass of contemporary culture.
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
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