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Incremental Solicitations Update
by S.B. Reda
When
I last reported on the happenings of
“But
I am not aware of any stinking process!” you proclaim.
I
am sorry; perhaps a bit of history is in order …
Wedged
somewhere in time, a bit after the dinosaurs roamed but slightly before the
arrival of this email (and to the right),
The
idea was for each member of
A
title given by the final owner, and alas, they were done. Each had contributed
to the evolution of these six stunning images, the results of which can be
found here.
Pretty
neato, huh?
“So
what does this have to do with their stinking process?” you demand.
Guess.
“Yeah, well, how did they decide who
started what track?” you inquire.
At last, a good question! The member
who finished and named the image started the corresponding track. That was an
easy one – the tricky part is going to whom to send the tracks to next. There
have been several all-day meetings to figure this one out. S.B. Reda has proposed
taking 3 gasoline-filled tanks, color-coding them (ascribing a color to each DA
member), and firing on them with various weapons until a tank explodes. (Each
member is firing at their respective color of course!) The one that explodes
first will determine which DA member gets to decide how
LOST: Redeeming Quality – fell out of my knapsack
on the N line yesterday. Please return if found.
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Universal Maximizer
Have you ever
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Ingredients
1 cup of passion
4 flashes of
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2-3 moments
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15 leaps of faith
1 pan greased
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The Lost Intersection
by A. Molotkov
But is anything
ever truly lost? After investing over a
year in The
Previously, the
Intersection began with presentations by one or two artists, which were
followed by discussions and an open mike session. The evening typically lasted from 7 to 10/11
pm, during which time all humanoids participating in think exchange would
gradually unveil their standpoint on art – and sometimes on life in general. The presentations themselves were conducted
in a dialog with the rest of the crowd, with criticisms and praises floating in
the air and landing on (mostly) willing ears.
But if so, what
prompted the change? And what is the
change?
We are giving up
the artist presentations.
The new format of
the Intersection will be even more informal: a sort of open mike/discussion
evening. But why give up
presentations?
Over the past year,
we have faced two problems coming from opposite ends of the Intersection’s
universe:
The New
Now, these are the
facts. But what about their
interpretation, a demanding reader might ask.
What observations do we derive from a year of Intersecting?
Well, here it comes
(and I challenge you to prove me wrong by jumping to the forefront of new art –
or at least by attending our salon): the local art world (and perhaps the art
world in general) is lazy and non-committal.
What happened to the excitement of exchanging ideas and approaches? Did it all stay behind in the 20’s
So: on to the new,
bright Intersection - and may it permanently warm our hearts and minds.
Improv
Gumbo
What you need:
Begin rolling tape
… now
Ingredients
3 of whatever is to
your right
4 items from your
refrigerator
Put 2 of them back
1 ounce of courage
And a one, and a two,
show me what you do! Stir up those items real good and
who knows what you will come up with! Some of it might be rather icky at best.
But some of it, some of it might be nearly the greatest thing you have ever
tasted, within the context of one of the most exhilarating moments of your
life.
Direction
Clarificator
assembly instructions
Optimal or appropriate direction choice is not
guaranteed. No liability for misguided
steps or fruitless efforts. Occasional
increased vagueness of direction may occur.
Not recommended while surrounded by other individuals, dead or
alive.
WANTED: Small underground snorkel system MUST HAVE ORIGINAL TANK but
refurbished mask/tubing OK. Must be rated for up to 2
kilometers straight down.
The uncovered enigma of essential creative corruption
by
Pamela Zero
The uncovered
enigma of essential creative corruption. More than a mouthful, I know, but we
have witnessed the fall and now have no naiveté to cushion our tumble into
squandering our creative soul. Each day
holds less art and more artifice, less passion and more pressure. We are caving in, squeezed dry by the need to
write upon the endless surface of a culture that holds no mark. The small signs of independent creativity are
disappearing around us here in our city of protest, and now the rants on the
street are about the coming rather than the being.
I watch my art
become fluid, flexible, mercurial.
Rehearsals become minutes snatched between moments, afternoons of
writing a thing of the past. I sing out
of reflex rather than need – energy is now reserved for banking the creative
bulwarks raised against the seething hordes determined to fulfill their deity
granted destiny. Only the fact that the
hordes are simply a creation of mass marketing gives me any solace. It is difficult to feel truly threatened by a
point spread from an independent poll.
But the distraction is there, is real, and I find myself examining the
edges of my self, looking for decay.
Corruption. Abandonment of the
ideal, the idea, the embrace of the necessary and the tolerable. Of course, I find what I am looking for.
Creative
corruption, the telling sign of an exhausted spirit. But where does the concept of essential
creative corruption come into play? What
is the value in losing the outer limits of our purity? The answer lies in our own definition of the
rights and responsibilities of an artist.
As we find ourselves losing our various rights, we notice that we do not
feel any less responsibility. As we lose
the right to free speech, to create whatever art demands to be created, to have
a well established cultural support system, to earn our living with our art, we
find that for some reason we do not lose the sense of responsibility to create
as accurately as possible, to continue to work regardless of how scaled down
our definition of work has become. I no
longer have the time and energy to write for 3 hours a day, but I still feel
the responsibility to do so. I no longer
spend months researching details for obscure lyrical references but still know
that I will not consider the piece finished until I do the research. The gap between what I must do and what I can
do has become so large that it points, a glaring spotlight, towards the only
solution on the horizon.
Which is, of course,
to discard the current set of limits, reasons, excuses and basic needs and run
naked back into the forest of art. To
abandon the logical and simply hurl oneself into creation in the certain hope
that art will soften the blow. To return
to the starting point of art, the discontent between the reality at hand and
the experience that must be. If there is
no room for art in the current world, if there is no support, no funding,
nowhere to show or perform, limits on what can be shown or performed then the
artist has the simple choice of not doing art because it has no impact on the
world or doing art because it simply must be done.
Back to the
wellspring, back to the source. Back to
art because it simply must be done.
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Ingredients
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1 piece water
Fry over cold flame
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Pointless
Smile Filter
Have you ever found
yourself wandering down the street with a goofy pointless smile on your
face? So have we. This is why we created Pointless Smile
Filter, a simple device that eliminates the intimidating consequences your
pointless smile might have, such as being arrested on clown charges or
mistreated for poor dental hygiene.
Don’t let them know
how goofy you really are!
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