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miércoles, 28 de marzo de 2012

hey, man

how was yesterday and how is today? how's the weather around you, who were the people you contact with today, what were things you did today? and did you have fun? or it was just like normal? i hope it was not that bad, anything interesting? anything that made you depressing? how many times did you smile and how many times did you frown your face, no ignoring others? no gossip about your classmate? how about to teachers? did you miss your hometown? how about coyt? rodrigo? no ponny? how about me? you've got time to remember me today? did you kick the stone which is in the ground? did you glance at some flowers along your way home? how about buses? the driver was kind? ugly? how was a man, or a girl who stands beside you? not even a word with them?



(Foto ©Enrique Marín)

viernes, 27 de mayo de 2011

jueves, 19 de mayo de 2011

Personal installation en México.

El artista austriaco Manfred Grübl realiza su performance"Personal installation" dentro de la inaguración de la exposicion de Wilhel Sasnal en la galeria Kurimanzutto:

El pasado sábado 21 de mayo en medio de las promesas gringas del fin del mundo, el artista austriaco Manfred Grúbl realizo su ya probado performance “Personal Intallation dentro de la inauguración de la exposición de otro artista plástico sin previo conocimiento del mismo. Como una especie de re-performing se apodero de las cámaras creando una especie de obra de personas vivas en inmovilidad en medio de la (debo decirlo) simplista obra plástica del artista Wilhem Sasnal. Tal vez vandalismo, tal vez solo arte muy conceptual, el caso es que la exposición fue invadida por algo más interesante que la obra plástica. Entre los ejecutantes me encontraba yo, como fiel y discreto guardián del espacio, donde no me pude dar cuenta exactamente de qué era lo que pasaba pues me encontraba sumido en la inmovilidad. Como si fuera un re-twitt, el re-performing.
















Durante la inauguración de una exposición se hacen presentes ocho personas vestidas uniformemente en una posición específica en un sistema octagonal cerrado quienes permanecen de pie en esta posición hasta el final del evento. Su posición se va relevando conforme los visitantes se mueven. Al principio aparecen en una única “irritante” posición. Cuanto más pasa el tiempo y se vacía el espacio, es más visible la estructura de la instalación y se convierte más personal, siguiendo el principio de inversión correspondientes a la inauguración de la exposición (mientras más visitantes halla en la exposición, es menos la capacidad de percibir el sistema en si, Asimismo, a menor cantidad de personas en el espacio, es más evidente el sistema), finalmente la disolución con el último de los visitantes. Podría ser una y la misma persona que aparece ocho veces en el espacio, una forma de replicación de los juguetes con sus sistemas locales y sociales.

During the course of an exhibition opening eight uniformly dressed people position themselves in a closed orthogonal system and remain standing in this position until the end of the event. Their respective orientation is passed on to the neighbouring person. Initially they appear as a single irritating manifestation. The more the space empties over time, the more visible the structure of the personal installation becomes, following the principle of corresponding reversal to the exhibition opening (the more exhibition visitors are in the space, the less able one is to perceive the personal system, likewise the fewer the people in the space, the more apparent the system is), finally dissolving with the last of the visitors. It could be one and the same person appearing eight times in the space, a form of replication which toys with its local and social systems.


PERSONAL INSTALLATION
MANFRED GRÜBL
Con Juan Manuel Torreblanca, Enrique Marín, Eric Miranda, David Leonecolin entre otros.
Producción de Aki Itami

Fotos: del Ipod de Blanca Ramirez

domingo, 20 de julio de 2008

SID Sings:





SID Sings
and the Commodore 64 massive represent:


It´s 1989 and you´re settled down in your room playing California Games on your Commodore 64. Between rounds of computer hacky sack and surfing, you absentmindedly think, this music is totally cool. I wish I could have it on a record. Flash forward to 2008. You´re at bar in Coyoacan, drunk, wondering what became of that little kid inside you, the one who had hope up the ass crack (you wanted to be an astronaut, remember?)
Suddenly, the DJ drops a strangely familiar tune. You´re caught off guard until you suddenly realize-it´s the song from California Games! And wait there´s the song from your other favorite game, The Adventures of Bayon Billy. Except they´re different-the melodies are the same, but everything is a little harder and cooler, like an instant replay of your childhood dreams after a bump of coke. The next day, you enroll in Spaceship Architect College.
You can thank the Commodore 64 music fetishist underground. Predominantly Northern European, this cabal of fanatics is devoted to the compositions and possibilities of that dinosauric home computer and, more specifically, the SID sound chip that lived inside it. At the vanguard of SID fever is the musician who launched a thousand laptops. Along with a cohort known only as Brotha P Touch, I found surfing on internet a released house-party mix of SID-made tracks on the Tigerbeat 6 label.
This our-long CD, featuring artist with names like Cock Norris and Fantastic Zool, is the sound of an acid house rave on the motherboard of a Commodore-cute and familiar video-game sound matched with punishing techno sensibilities. The overall effect is image of a shirtless Super Mario waving glowsticks while Pac Man, rolling his ass off on him, discovers his bisexuality in a bathroom stall. Now how´s that for hope up the ass crack??? Viva lo kitsch.

martes, 1 de enero de 2008

Cost of What?


Dv8 Physical Theatre presents a film by Lloyd Newson:

The Cost of Living THE FILM


Stuck in a faded seaside town, street-performers David and Eddie
struggle to find work and romance. Their story is told through dance and dialogue.