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20141229_134457 Visitors taking photos of themselves and Sturtevant work at MoMa. http://www.nytimes.com/2014/05/17/arts/design/elaine-sturtevant-appropriation-artist-is-dead-at-89.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elaine_Sturtevant

Via Wiki: “She achieved recognition for her carefully inexact repetitions of other artists’ works that prefigured appropriation.”

I’m not sure when I first heard about her work, either in my high school art history class or college, but I was never that taken in by it. I like handmade original object things. But experiencing her work in this setting and watching people looking at it and taking hundreds of photos not knowing what it is they were actually photographing was quite a weird/fun/original experience. It was some form of performance.

I asked one visitor if they knew what they were looking at. He was Australian and though confused, sort of understood that it wasn’t the real work. The show included a recreation of a mural by Robert Gober (pictured above). This same mural was featured in Gober’s own retrospective just a few galleries away. Pretty funny/great move on the curator’s part to include these. Were they knowingly making  a joke?

Usually photography in these  temporary shows at museums is strictly prohibited, but it didn’t seem to be the case here. I watched visitor after visitor take photos of the work and of themselves in front of the work.  The guards didn’t stop anyone like I saw them do in the Gober galleries and Matisse paper cut out show. Perhaps, because it wasn’t allowed in other galleries people went photo crazy in here. Who decided this? The curators? Sturtevant’s estate?

I’d always assumed the work was gender critique of the male dominated art world.. She copied mainly male artists’ work. Looking into it just slightly I found this article: http://www.frieze.com/issue/article/erase_and_rewind/ “To one critic who inquired whether it is ‘important that you do the work of exclusively male artists?’ Sturtevant replied: ‘Oh no, that question! It never dawned on me. My choices were made on another level.’ 10 She has made a work by Yvonne Rainer, but when pressed on whether she saw gender/biography as having little to do with her project, or if there were a fluidity about the imaginary that overwhelms/disregards gender/biography, she responded: ‘Surely you don’t want me to reiterate. Gender discourse has nothing to do with the work. Why agitate? Why bring it up? A[nswer]: desire & drive to/for surface + flacks probing issues.’ To bring the issue to a complete halt, she added: ‘These questions are not for you/you.’”

But who can trust an artist about their own work? I had just read this article about art forgeries: http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2014/12/how_a_foundry_owner_in_queens_got_rich_selling_imitations_of_world-famous_s.php

So what’s the value of a piece of art? How do you enjoy it? If someone tells you something is a famous piece of art you take a closer a look, right? I try to make my own opinions of things, but I know I’m influenced by outside forces.

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weird sketchiness. Driving home last night, saw a guy messing with a bike lock in front of Fresh Pot on Mississippi. I slowly drove by, couldn’t tell if he was unlocking or locking or trying to steal it. It was a cable lock, and he was putting something into the key hole it looked like. I slowed down and pulled over at the corner awkwardly and put my hazards on. A group of people started walking by and I pretended I was trying to get someone’s attention and honked my horn a few times, not looking in the bike’s direction. Then I waited. Turned around. I saw that the guy was not by the bike, but on the sidewalk, just checking out the scene. I stood there and then pulled over catty corner (so now across from animal traffic). I called the police, and said I knew it was kind of pointless, but it sort of looked like this guy was trying to steal a bike and he was still here. I could see him a block away, standing there. Maybe sort of wondering what I was up to. I described him as best I could to police and they said they’d send a car by. So I stayed there, with my hazards on. Watching this guy standing there. he walked down the block, further down shaver, but still he stood there. After another few minutes passed. I looked away. Then when I looked back I think I saw him get into a silver hatchback car. This was shocking. Why was he messing with a bike lock and then getting into a car? They drove off. I actually stupidly tried following them, because I had nothing better to do. But I’d lost them. I went back to the bike. I wanted to take a closer look at the lock, but was afraid the police would pull up and arrest me. Although I had a good alibi. I had given the dispatcher my name and number. So if they did try to arrest me, I could just tell them to call my number. Which actually, makes me think it would be the perfect crime. I didn’t look at the bike lock that closely and then I drove home.

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I was waiting for Pinata founder Mr. Dempsey to post his X-mas list, but I can’t wait any longer.

All gifts were on my x-mas list. Yes, at 33 I still write x-mas lists.

Microphone:

Mic

Gift from my older brother Jeff, whose band I used to play in for the past ten years before I quit this year to go back to school to get teaching degree to teach elementary school.

1. The Microphone  says I’m not quitting music all together even though since starting the school program in June I haven’t had a band practice with my band Awkward Energy. It says I have “jammed” a few times in my basement and had some fun and wish I had a microphone. It says I still sometimes use music as a creative outlet even though I’m scared I’m wasting my time because the music sucks, or no one cares or no one will listen or I won’t make any money doing it. It says I’m still trying. It scares me. It says I’m not giving up even though I probably should. It says, get to work being creative instead of complaining about not being creative. It reminds me how much smarter and more talented and a hard worker my brother is. It laughs at me and says “I’ll probably sit in your basement for months before you use me, just like that drum kit and that mini PA.” It says “you might use me once of two times next year.” It says “Keep doing what you’re doing. Chin Up, take chances. Be yourself, keep moving. Some things will work out, some won’t.” Make some music.

2. Dean Wareham’s Autobiography: Black Postcards

dean

Purchased by my mom. It was the last item I added to my x-mas list. This says “Michael Heald told you to read this book to gain some inspiration to finish writing your own indie-rock memoirs.” This book says I started writing my own memoirs last November. I’ve written the opening essay and worked on it all year. It says I have many other pieces to work on. It says don’t give up. It says, forget it. You’re writing stinks. You’re life isn’t as interesting as Dean Wareham’s and you’re not as witty as he is. It says “You haven’t read more than three or four books this year.” It says I have a lot of books on my bookshelf I’m supposed to read. It says I wrote one new song this year “Heavy Metal Kids.” which is actually a decent song.  It says don’t give up on your high school/college dreams of being a writer.

3. Khaki pants and button down shirt from Gap from my mom

khakis

-mas list. I asked for these for potential interviews. When I hopefully finish my school program and start applying to teaching jobs. Oh man am I scared of actually teaching. Today I went to the usual family gathering of cousins and talked to them about my education experience student teaching. It made me feel more confident to explain different aspects. It made me feel like I knew what I was talking about. They were impressed.

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is this legal?



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Ok, maybe I’m tired and talking crazy.

But whatever I don’t care if people think I’m crazy, I just love this new hollywood couple.

http://www.celebuzz.com/2011-11-21/cute-couple-alert-emma-stone-and-andrew-garfield-stroll-in-nyc-photos/

http://www.celebuzz.com/2011-11-21/cute-couple-alert-emma-stone-and-andrew-garfield-stroll-in-nyc-photos/

http://www.celebuzz.com/2011-11-21/cute-couple-alert-emma-stone-and-andrew-garfield-stroll-in-nyc-photos/

I mean. Can it get any better than this? Right now? Right now? It just feels so right.

I admit it. After seeing the “Social Network” I developed a little boy crush on this guy Andrew. I have yet to see an Emma Stone movie, but if Jim Carey vouches for her, I vouch for her. I did see her on Jay Leno and she seemed nice. (also caught a little bit of her on SNL)

I wish the two of them all the best.

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Brother Jeff’s Corpse Story

“I’d been smelling this stench on my hall for about 3 weeks, even complained to maintenance over a week ago, saying that I even thought it might be someone who died, I got the semi-racist response “it’s probably just a Chinese person cooking a cabbage, that always smells bad.” Finally yesterday the old Ukranian lady who lives across the hall from me knocked on my door to ask me if I agreed with her that there was a terrible smell in the hall, she had complained to maintenance and they blew her off as an annoying old lady. So she and I went to the maintenance office together, and convinced them to come check out the smell – they came, blowing us off all the while, insisting that it was “not a rotting smell,” one maintenance guy saying he smelled nothing, and the other guy saying it was “definitely from someone’s dirty apartment.” When they left, having done nothing, the nice asian dad who lives down the hall came out of his apartment and said he couldn’t take it anymore, even his 3-year old boy had been complaining lately, and come to think of it, he hasn’t seen his neighbor in a while. The neighbor in question was a portly man in his 60s, lived alone. Rent bill still on his door. We decided we should call 911, so I called and told them there was a stink on my hallway, we feared someone might be dead. So the cops came, very funny cops. They arrived on the hallway a little later and immediately said “oh yeah. It doesn’t look good for this guy.” They saw the rent bill on his door and said “it’s always the same.” (picture all of this being said in the most stereotypical NYC cop accents). They called in a third cop, who talked exactly the same way. When he arrived I escorted him from the elevator asking him if he smelled what we were talking about – he said “Naw, I don’t smell nothin’. I wuz down at September 11.” I thought he meant that he smelled so many stinking corpses at the twin towers that nothing bothered him anymore but he continued: “I developed a cancerous growth in my nose – they hadda take it out, and now I can’t smell nothin.” So this is like a superhero cop with no sense of smell, who gained his powers from chemical exposure at the Twin Towers, and they bring him on for particularly smelly jobs!! Amazing! I went back to my apartment, not wanting to be standing around when they broke down the door and hauled out this 3 or 4 week rotting corpse of a fat guy – but there was no question – when I was in my apartment, about ten minutes later, this horrible smell suddenly permeated my place, even from way down at the opposite end of the hall, it must have been when they opened the door. I opened all the windows and turned the fan on high and started burning incense. Finally, about 6 hours later, I got the courage to leave my apartment and go outside to get away from my building for a while. Down on the street was the “meat wagon” and a couple of medics with a stretcher trying to gain access to my building – I let them in – I couldn’t believe it had taken so long for them to arrive. I was sure the burst of stink from 6 hours earlier was from the body being removed, but apparently it was just from when they opened the apartment door. I watched them get into the elevator with the stretcher and I took off, not wanting to be in the lobby when the elevator came back down!

On the good side, at least somebody on the co-op apartment waiting list is going to get a nice letter soon.

And remember – that’s the only way ANYbody ever moves out of the co-ops!”

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Are you kidding? I was robbed, my contribution – “Would You Like To Stay for Dessert” – was way better.

Can you start a write in campaign on my behalf?

http://contest.newyorker.com/CaptionContest.aspx?tab=vote&affiliate=ny-caption

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