YES. (Free.)

I fucking did it.

That is how god damn happy I am that I pulled off the most god damn ridiculous amount of art in an incredibly compressed amount of human time measurement units.

Without sleep. Since the last point in time I had controlled unconsciousness was some 30-40 hours before.

I'm not really sure.


But that is understandable. I'd hope so anyways.

On to the construction.

I had prepared most of the pieces beforehand, attaching interlocking wire supports to each of the joints.

Hung using more wire, the finished piece was... well let me just bloody show you.

At twelve feet by twelve feet, this thing is massive.

The worst part of getting it up, was I had to do it ridding in one of those lifts.

Think a platform with railing on top of a mechanical carjack. On wheels.


And when there was wind... it SWAYED.



Did I mention I have a fear of heights?

Yeah.

In the words of Nick Cage, "THAT WAS BITCHIN'!"



Yeah, but I did it.

And it's my blog and I can cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to.

Wait what was I talking about again?


Oh yeah.

It was one hell of an experience getting my commentary on death and its incarnations up into the air.

Themes of death and inevitability that we walk right under (especially residents of this area) every day.

Only someone with a certain amount of familiarity with Chinese connotations would have it hit them immediately. For others, I would hope the imposing visage would get my points and thoughts into them.

Eventually.

Kind of like death.


Goodness that is morbid.

Let's just walk through the curtain and end this... for tonight.


And that's it.

Emancipate.

Little outa place, bear with me here.




There once was a man from UCSB,
who's art project was vynilesque.
He taped it on down
To the Bike path, but found
In the morning it was gone like Gillespie.

But to his credit he did elicit,
A well timed photo-graphical visit.
The previous night
he alighted the fights
Of stairs, taking many pictures of it.

Now the lack of a day shot disappoints
him truly, but he shall anoint
the darkened shots with
a photomanip,
fixing the glow lacking loights.

Now some would oppose this decision
claiming it malignant derision.
But here I have learned
for a grade to be earned.
The art in selective revision.

Now for the next project comes wood.
The kind that you surely should
know composes trees,
that oft contain bees.
I found a dead one in my hood.

But while all this is good to know
it doesn't explain the loss of my flow.
My rhythm, upset
by this catastrophic event.
God dammit, I needed that toe.


So that is all of my troubles.
I hope not have busted your bubble.
But I'll stop being a nit.
By sayin',"And that's it"
P.S. Thanks again Des for pullin' me out'a the rubble.

Get the lead out.

Art doomp. Three I think. Wait no, number four. Right. 4.

Time 4 sum stoof.

Minecraft.

I made the edifice.

Or maybe it is just a monument, since it isn't very tall.

The presentation went really well. That room has great media facilities for presentation.

Hope this never gets read by her. Since my real name isn't on this I should be all right.

('Preciate it if no one mentions it. That means you Jon. Not that Jon, the one in this class. No one will get that but her. God I can't stop making shitty jokes and references even while I'm being a bad person. Wait what?

Moving on.)

I recovered the save after the performance, so I think I will import it to a schematic and place it on a public server.

Here are some shots of its construction and the final view.

Tree farm to make the tools.

Tower to view it from.

Drawing it is based on.

Schematic.

About halfway done.

Final shot.

I enjoyed working on this.

Think I learned something. I guess.





Sigh.

---------------------------


Also I did the random act of kindness.

Put one of these:

In one of these:

Was gone two hours later.



Or earlier, I just checked two hours later.


And that's it.

Be kind rewind.

Anonymous act of compassion/beauty.

I have no fucking idea what to do.

I am also kinda annoyed we didn't get time to talk about it in class. I thought of something at the last minute.

I stuck a dollar in the vending machine.

I went back two hours later and it was gone. Hopefully someone appreciated the little gift.

More likely though, they thought it was a mistake.

If I were to repeat this, it might have more impact.

However I do not have that kind of money.

Poop.

Why is art so fucking expensive?

Why?


And that's it.

Fisticuffs.

Yep.

Went to Desiree's "ART IN ATHLETICISM: THE FORM AND PHYSICALITY OF BOXING"

I say! Jolly good show.


Let's talk about the first fight.

Desiree vs. Cholle

Ding!















Desiree has a foot of height on Cholle, so I figure that she would use her reach to rack up damage.

However, it seems that Desiree also was more suited to move more than her opponent.

Cholle's styled seemed to be more rock-ish, going for solid blows when the opportunity presented itself and letting Desiree spend her energy.

Her footwork was not as fast as Des's

Fuck this I'm just going to use Des for Desiree and Cho for Cholle.

Anyways, Des seemed to be having much more fun with the fight. The taunting for more body blows certainly shows that.

Only seems appropriate, considering this is her thesis work show.

Ramp up that excitement with a little showmanship.

After all, boxing matches aren't just about the fight. It's about the crowd (or drawing one in anyways.)

The duality of the fight draws up interesting questions. Is one more important than the other? Or is it that fusion that enhances the potency of both?

Is a fighter who can put on a show a better fighter? Is showman who can really fight a better performer?

Hopefully.

Because becoming better at all these things gives the audience one hell of a time to enjoy.


Keep on tempering those fists Des.


And that's it.

Reeds.

John Cage.

Hehe. Cages.


Anyways.

I had no idea he was a composer.

(I actually had very little idea of who he was at all, but that is neither here nor there.)

It is interesting to read about his musical exploits in the 1940-60s.

His work with various weather Japanese patrons and the NY Philharmonic are delightful. Acoustically.

I've always considered music as one of the most widespread and infectious forms of art.

The medium is sound waves and, due to their ease of dispersal, they are appreciated by every living being that can hear.

It's interesting to be that this particular medium of art has become so popular that it is considered separate from "art art" when, in actuality, there isn't a different.


Cage's dealings with and apprenticeship under Schonberg (stupid typing system)were humorous. I always think the best teachers are the ones that both make you love them and annoy the fuck out of you.

There is something about that that motivates people beyond either on their own.

Ah well. A good read about music and art.


And that's it.

Recods #3

Not much this week. Besides the fleshing out of ideas.

And working on them.


For that, I have these.

This is the beginnings of a high density mine on the bottom of world that I am making my piece on.

It has two floors, at the moment, and should span a few miles underground in all directions. I should be able to get plenty of materials to construct the edifice.

This is the 80% efficiency high density tree farm that I constructed.

It will provide me with all the wood I need to keep making tools.

Since, in Minecraft, tools wear out and break every so often, I will need a very large number of them to mine all the stone I need to construct the edifice.

So far, material collection is coming along nicely.

I plan to finish construction in one or two days after I have all of my materials.

I will be recording certain points of the construction process.

It should be interesting to see.


And that's it.

Embaras-mint.

Hmmm. Okay this is kind of hard.

I can think of times I have been embarrassed, but no time when it has been a really severe and humiliating ordeal.

Wait.


I got it.

Okay, At the beginning of my time here at UCSB, I attended the orientation. It was to get my bearings and to talk to the adviser for my major. Ceramics.

I spent most of the day going on tours and being either bored or learning some genuinely interesting things that I would need to know.

I finally got to the office of the adviser, and had a chance to speak to her about what classes I would take to start off my degree.

She asked me what my focus in art was.

I said Ceramics, and after she gave me a quizzical look, I told her that - on the school website - ceramics was listed as an area of focus for an arts degree.

She told me that it had been canceled for several years.



I was confused for a moment.

And then just generally very discombobulated.

And really fucking embarrassed.


She gave me some important forms and told me to think about how I would progress.

Now, that was pretty bad on the embarrassment scale.


Then I had to go tell my parents, who had taken me up to Santa Barbara and were eagerly waiting to hear all about my orientation.

This blew the previous moment out of the water.

Not only was I mortified that I had made such a catastrophic error, but I had to tell my parents - who can barely afford to help me with college anyways - all about how I fucked up.

It was... not fun.

But I worked through things at least.

Soooooooo yeah.

Ugh now you all fucking know.

Good times.


And that's it.

P.S. ( If you are reading this Trela; Hi! :D )

Okay now this tome fo' reals.

ART ART ART ART ART

So I went to the Art Exhibit in the Multicultural center of the SRB.

The title is "Bridgeing Through the Arts: Transracial Community Building" and I gotta say.

It was pretty neat.

But I would like to focus on three paintings preceding it.

Specifically, the three that guard the northern wall of the open portion of the SRB.

These paintings, which you cannot avoid seeing as you go into the main area of the hall, depict the nude human form. The leftmost image views a human from the back, cut off at the upper leg. The rightmost image views a woman's head and torso, cut off below the breast. The center image views a slightly abstracted closeup of a neckline.

They all have a particular motif of en extremely large variety of hues used instead of traditional skin tones. The tones used add up to the classification I would call a

Minus the "Reading" bit.

The color scheme leaves you with a sense that, not only are racial interrelations being payed attention to, but that the interactions and inclusiveness of race based community works also have important and highly interesting merit.

The beauty in the form and composition of the paintings mirrors the beauty in the concept of transracial community building.

Or at least that is what I read into it as.

It is through that, that these paintings set the mood of the art exhibit, and the mood of the Multicultural center as a whole.

ART DUMP CRAP STUFF #2

This week consisted of:

1. Dressing inappropriately
2. Lying on the internet.

So, basically an average week.


But this time I was able to get school credit for it.

Yay!

The dressing inappropriately involve me looking like this.

I am sure you are familiar with this picture (from the previous blog post.

Bluh bluh. Huge repeat.

But, yeah, interesting to watch all the reations I got. I am really glad I don't have to wear this every day.

Like people who have to deal with nuclear contamination.




Coughcough.


Also I contributed a fictional story to a truthful publication.

After laying the false trail, I didn't receive any comments. Mine was probably a bit too unreal.

I don't mind. As that was my intention.

But I hope some people enjoyed the story at least.

After all, a little flesh devouring sand is sure to brighten up anyone's day.

The Creeping, Hungry Sands of Tule isn't even the worst thing on that site.

But I'll be damned if they aren't infectious in their readability.


I look forward to reading the Daily Nexus article about the fake stories.

Should be a hoot.


And that's it.

Douche amp.

I like some of Duchamp's stuff.

I like the balls he had to submit that urinal.

I like the actual thought that went into his works, and how the challenge that they posed (to the art community) enhanced the impact they had.

I like how he stuck to his feelings when he changed from painting to other mediums (inventing the idea of using ready-mades in the process) because of his feelings towards art "monetarization." That doesn't seem feasible for starting artists though.

It's sad really, but that is one of the trials that a society that values corpratocracy over people being happy and healthy. Fuckasses.

Oh wait I went off again, excuse me.

His use of nudes in art, at the time of the creation of Nu Descendant un Escalier, was considered blasphemy. Yet today, it is probably his most famous painting.

(I warned you about stairs bro.

I told you dog.)

Now, I've never exactly been the biggest cubism fan.

This work doesn't strike my chords quite like other pieces do.

But I still see what his work has done.

The use of the nude seems almost synonymous with artistic painting these days.

Why?

Because Duchamp challenged the convention at the time; the power of that painting is kind of staggering, in hindsight.

I also like the chess obsession he picked up in his latter years.

I kind of want to make a chess set. Ceramic-wise.

Hmmm.

Now to think of a cool motif.


And that's it.