Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Economica....
So for my Political attack add i plan to make what is in effect a pro McCain peice of propaganda. I will compare him against other canadites making a point about his war experience. Very tenatively, I will work form a slogan of Economics, the costs of war. ... I can t give you an image as i plan to work from video clips.
Midterm PRoject
We traveled to the Hishhorn museum for class in a pursuit of Video art. Video art is art that is done by the use of video as a medium, This art differs from the television shows or programs which your average American is daily bombarded with in that it is not intended to hold your attention or raise viewership, to make an advertising slot more desirable, instead video art like all art simply seeks to evoke an emotion in the viewer. Now, with services like You Tube it has become possible for the artist to present his work to an audience all around the globe simultaneously. Because it can be so widely available it can appeal to those of a particular group or ideology, it can be of many different types and designs, it can show many different facets, when you take an art form and allow it to use a mass distribution network like the internet it no longer needs to appeal to an audiences in every area, even if a piece only was to appeal to one person in New York, that person can see the work on the internet, where as with less then digital art, the art has a material side which presents it from being everywhere at once and in the same moment means that it must have a place of exhibition which it can be presented from, and which it will draw large enough crowds to to cover its expense. . The piece that I Actually found most engaging in the form of video art was the image with the smoke and the lines, projected based upon the movements of the audience. By fooling with the projector and film, and creating an environment, the artist leaves the audience to make the art work by their own movements, this creation of parameters within which others actually make the real image. Just my musings.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Steve Dietz
We went to a presentation by Steve Dietz in which he discussed the Unscripting of the political process. I found he had a large and inclusive bracket that made it hard to grasp exactly what it was that was in this Unscripting. However, when he began to present pieces I began to see what he was talking about. What he was looking at is how we as individuals can abstract ourselves from the political controls of our party systems, how we can be social activists and seek to affect our society.
The piece that best portrayed this to me was B.L.O., The Barbie Liberation Organization. In there almost childish assault on the culture perceptions of the proper toys for boys and girls they approached the issues of what are appropriate toys and whether or not the toys that we are playing with act as a form of social programming the enact the norms of our day onto are children. The switching of voice boxes in Barbies with those from GI Joes makes it so you have switched the toys and there attached gender specifics sounds out. You now have an uber effeminate GI Joe and a masculine Barbie. Barbie isn’t suppose to want to kill people, GI Joe should want a nail job, But what is wrong with them being switched.
I feel that The Barbie Liberation Organization succeeded where so many of the pieces we saw failed, in that it was able to gain appeal and presentation to a wide cross section of the population. The normal failure that similar works of what could be called activism is that they only succeed in preaching to the Quire, they fail to recruit new supporters to a cause.
The piece that best portrayed this to me was B.L.O., The Barbie Liberation Organization. In there almost childish assault on the culture perceptions of the proper toys for boys and girls they approached the issues of what are appropriate toys and whether or not the toys that we are playing with act as a form of social programming the enact the norms of our day onto are children. The switching of voice boxes in Barbies with those from GI Joes makes it so you have switched the toys and there attached gender specifics sounds out. You now have an uber effeminate GI Joe and a masculine Barbie. Barbie isn’t suppose to want to kill people, GI Joe should want a nail job, But what is wrong with them being switched.
I feel that The Barbie Liberation Organization succeeded where so many of the pieces we saw failed, in that it was able to gain appeal and presentation to a wide cross section of the population. The normal failure that similar works of what could be called activism is that they only succeed in preaching to the Quire, they fail to recruit new supporters to a cause.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Nigt time wanderings of Washington DC
Washington: With the sibling, and his car, upon which i had relied to get to and from the mall complex, sitting somewhere in Virginia doing something for the government, i realized as the final deadline for this project approached, i had to/had an excuse to go on a great venture.
After exiting metro center, i decided to walk by the White House, i took a few shots of probably the most over photographed location in the US. It was dark, the night was cold, it was a Wednesday night.
The Protester/ homeless lady, on a one woman crusade about something, sits there like the Chinese statue of liberty from Tienanmen square, that one stared Mao's image down, she sits in her bags and stares at Bush. The Wednesday night drunks harass the cop as they stumble along, the cop yells at the drunks, the crazy lady yells at them all. I stand back and shoot the scene until i am informed i need to move on, apparently my tripod might be dangerous and needs to be on the opposite side of the street from the white house.
The Washington monument, giant standing obelisk, standing alone in all its massive size and in it regallity. It needs not adornments or details to make it great, it calls to you with its outstanding presence.
The road way to heaven, where is the sky, where is the road, what does it mean? This marble is Really cold.
The Capital via the Washington monument, the cold starts to get to me here, i turn allot more introspective, ether my two coats aren't helping or i really need some coffee.......
That car just sits there, lights on, maybe it is the glow of the promise of America!
More likely it is security pissed off at the red flairs of my light sampler.
Lincoln Memorial stands alone, in the darkness of its eternal solitude, this looming monument, from which Lincoln glows forth sits at the end of the row, staring out at the Washington monument, the only veil between Lincoln and the capital.
Vietnam memorial, the soldiers stand on eternal patrol. I am not going to lie, at 1am the Vietnam memorial is creepy, there is a vague sense of an interment the location is so simple yet so emotional for so many.
The Vietnam memorial became all the more disturbing when i started taking these shots. This shot mystified me, the image and the building complete over into it self, within the wall. I just felt like this was the shot of the collection. I had an unbelievable easy time taking it, there was no one, just me and the name on the wall. I realized at least from what i could see in the dark, they are just names, no titles or ranks, the wall is just for the man.
Lincoln sits a lonely sentinel, Watching out from within. It was simply him and me, no one else and nothing else moved, standing there on the raised citadel of the memorial, the cold wind whips past you. I kept trying to capture the momentum of the place, kneeling to get ever lower and better perspectives.
The massive inscriptions on the inside of the temple of Lincoln hold one of the few passers by enthralled, he stares up and read the contents of a messages from long before his time.
The Inscription to Martin Luther King, paying tribute to his great speech. You stand there and think of the changes that have happened int the last ear, last 30 or 40 years have made so much of our world different.
The shacks of the nick nack sellers sit on the mall, they stand there to sell two dollar tributes to the soldiers who are memorialized in the two flanking memorials beside the Lincoln Memorial. The grandest and the tar paper, well ply wood shack stand by and shape the world, standing forth at the persons image.
After exiting metro center, i decided to walk by the White House, i took a few shots of probably the most over photographed location in the US. It was dark, the night was cold, it was a Wednesday night.
The Protester/ homeless lady, on a one woman crusade about something, sits there like the Chinese statue of liberty from Tienanmen square, that one stared Mao's image down, she sits in her bags and stares at Bush. The Wednesday night drunks harass the cop as they stumble along, the cop yells at the drunks, the crazy lady yells at them all. I stand back and shoot the scene until i am informed i need to move on, apparently my tripod might be dangerous and needs to be on the opposite side of the street from the white house.
The Washington monument, giant standing obelisk, standing alone in all its massive size and in it regallity. It needs not adornments or details to make it great, it calls to you with its outstanding presence.
The road way to heaven, where is the sky, where is the road, what does it mean? This marble is Really cold.
The Capital via the Washington monument, the cold starts to get to me here, i turn allot more introspective, ether my two coats aren't helping or i really need some coffee.......That car just sits there, lights on, maybe it is the glow of the promise of America!
More likely it is security pissed off at the red flairs of my light sampler.
Lincoln Memorial stands alone, in the darkness of its eternal solitude, this looming monument, from which Lincoln glows forth sits at the end of the row, staring out at the Washington monument, the only veil between Lincoln and the capital.
Vietnam memorial, the soldiers stand on eternal patrol. I am not going to lie, at 1am the Vietnam memorial is creepy, there is a vague sense of an interment the location is so simple yet so emotional for so many.
The Vietnam memorial became all the more disturbing when i started taking these shots. This shot mystified me, the image and the building complete over into it self, within the wall. I just felt like this was the shot of the collection. I had an unbelievable easy time taking it, there was no one, just me and the name on the wall. I realized at least from what i could see in the dark, they are just names, no titles or ranks, the wall is just for the man.
Lincoln sits a lonely sentinel, Watching out from within. It was simply him and me, no one else and nothing else moved, standing there on the raised citadel of the memorial, the cold wind whips past you. I kept trying to capture the momentum of the place, kneeling to get ever lower and better perspectives.
The massive inscriptions on the inside of the temple of Lincoln hold one of the few passers by enthralled, he stares up and read the contents of a messages from long before his time.
The Inscription to Martin Luther King, paying tribute to his great speech. You stand there and think of the changes that have happened int the last ear, last 30 or 40 years have made so much of our world different.
The shacks of the nick nack sellers sit on the mall, they stand there to sell two dollar tributes to the soldiers who are memorialized in the two flanking memorials beside the Lincoln Memorial. The grandest and the tar paper, well ply wood shack stand by and shape the world, standing forth at the persons image.
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