Contemporary Collages for the Digital Age (that hates digital art)
My other WordPress at #transcendentalaccidentalism has a bit more in depth beginning into a multipart posting of these works, so for now this will just be mostly visual representation of certain events of late, with an added reference to objects and things in no rational paradigm in an absurdist stance that mimics the political phenomenon of 2016-17 in the United States. Enjoy the Misrepresentation…
I’ve been pretty busy with keeping my brain distracted from the relentless pain I have been experiencing for nearly five years now without much of a break at all.
The following is a manuscript based on a new work of fiction which places the first person narrative in the form of a WordPress blogger:
I am tempted to find something good or a trade off for what things were like before the neuropathy and other mystery diagnosis that affect my feet and lower legs, but I just can’t find one. Maybe I spend more time breaking down the few iOS apps that simulate the fine art painting experience until I have a flowing vernacular of autobiographical work to represent the other horror going on in conjunction with all of this, which is fair to say is the most unjust ridiculous event of my life. But I have a very difficult time saying that anything good will come out of this monstrosity of human behavior and the permitted level of greed that has my family gone from taking care that things are operating smoothly for the level of amenities that certain ppl have grown to take for granted in their isolationist rise to the top of a social order that lacks other people to the very real situation we are now in that has homelessness right around the corner … and all at the hands of those who say they love my wife and child. not me, but that’s nothing NEW in fact it has been verbalized that I should “just die“ given the onset of my medical condition.
It has taken quite a toll and taken everything we had built financially to be within grasp of a house payment when things changed by the force of a bulldozing fool guided by the strange jealous pretense of his wife who operates on alcohol and some elaborate fantasy involving her “inheritance” and the idea that she controls everything after their father dies .. a mirage of a morbid fantasy carried over from high school where all progress of maturity halted with the beginning of an unending addiction to the alcohol drug (I refuse to make any distinction that separates alcohol from all other drugs, since by its nature is just another chemical that acts on the pleasure centers of the brain that is often “abused”. because of the difficulty in associating alcohol with any minority group during prohibition; cocaine was associated with African Americans, cannabis was associated with Mexican Americans, opiates were associated with Chinese Americans, and alcohol was most prolific in the European American – which is the standard cultural Amnesiatic American Creed.
PARDON ME …. I SERIOUSLY FUCKING DIGRESS
This is a very small cross-section of recent work. if there is given interest in any pieces I post I may begin printing a very limited run of 2-10 of select pieces. check back for more “ART”.
*keeping my wits about me through the physical pain and watching my wife hide in a closet for months, feeling that she had lost her family in favor of a psychopath that had been handed a position (which she saved from complete shutdown over disqualification for bad credit) harassed her in ways that no one would believe, simply because they defy logic and make a seriously strong case that this person lacks a conscious .. and/or the fear of exposure for what identity has always been there, but never aloud to be known. At least I have never lived a lie. What I am is what I am … it would be conducive for certain ppl to stop attempting to attach some identity on me that is the antithesis of reality and start trying to listen to those that actually know me or better yet … find out from me.
when it was suggested that we reduce, re-use, and recycle, they could not have known that computer/digital data would be a part of this paradigm, or could they?
it is not as if the growing mountains of garbage and non-biodegradable refuse which had statistician analysts predicting that we would be covered in our own pvc laden feces by the year 2001 could have understood that what they were asserting was not only peculiar in terms of fad/fashion and at risk of being a general trend amongst the populous, but they could also not have known that the non-degradable soiled diapers that were in fact merely digital simulacrum of the diaper volcanos set to erupt at any given year in the future could carry with them a tangible stench akin to profit margins and corporate greed based on capital and they idea that virtual data/material never disappears – and in most cases it actually compounds upon itself in the form of copies of copies of duplicates and cache based structures.
in 1996, while attending CSU Monterey Bay, the obvious nature of the importance of recycling and its two sisters were here to stay, with only a few instances of fadistic fashion which were used when other current even tusks were not applicable. Living in California coastal towns with small populations has a way of making the environment immediate. seeing a plastic bag or fork sticking in the sunset at the beach was most likely the result of some asshole tourists on a weekend trip from where they lived … which was in fact where I had lived not long before. inland California does not resemble the rest of the state at all. Central Valley inland California may as well be the Midwestern United States with its geologic ancient sea floor flatness that never modulates outside of the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mtns, and the same can be said of its politics. it is a hard turn to the right with a scant desolation amongst those that have been to see how our culture is truly defined and understand the connectedness amongst all people … rather than the isolationist dogma that still permeates the idea that possessions and mortgage define identity – not character or integrity, as they would have you assume as 80% of the population are killed or at least traumatized as the newly leased SUV collides with the public transport bus on its inefficienct right turn into the digital realm of the looping 15 seconds of infamy … there’s no longer anywhere to hide as cameras are everywhere on the streets, tho you would not necessarily know it. the amount of data that video is carving into the digital economy of public surveillance is astounding. what is done with these terabytes of terabytes of data?
I certainly hope they are not tossing it all into an iCloud, BOX, OneDrive, etc .. because no one wants digital diapers to over-power the data that sits in the cloud that we need. and when all is said and done, and a solar flare or polarity shift renders all information stored in these clouds actual, who will be caught without a data-umbrella in the rainstorm of stank and stale old videos taken of some idiots smoking reefer at the intersection of Willow & Van Ness? not me. and to make sure I’ve done my part – I am re assembling and reusing my vines and Instagram videos into YouTube longer length collaged video … as seen in the link for this blogpost.
How a trip to the Emergency Room with your 4 year old child becomes a point of departure for a photographic, digital art based series
How often do we find compelling interest in a barren landscape which presents us with perhaps a few trees, a running stream of water, mountains in the background, and a sky (which rally’s in hue modulation at the horizon line which is often obscured by the landscape itself) enough to represent the visage via readymade tubes of paint, brushes, and canvas?
The answer should be in the quantifier of ZERO, NEVER, NOT SINCE 1909 (unless we are re-invested in finding oral histories that have been shifted to the margins … yes we still have margins and no I will not discuss the implications of this for time sake) .
The discourse to support such answers are held within the qualifier of the break with Modernism, the fleetingly unstable Post Modernism, and the move toward what I am phrasing as the Pre-Second Renaissance.
Without entering into the entire debate, and standing with the assumption that the reader understands what kinds of computerized devices are carried by, or at least available to, nearly all humans in the world today. The cameras on our hand-held phones, along with the dozens of applications spitting algorithmic chaos in syncopated harmonies to alter and extend the visual photographic medium has surpassed our age old impaired lingual skills (or viral disabilities depending on what circles one subscribes to). Investigating the pulse of the three dimensional world thru this combination of form re-representers often fills what once was benign with a multitude of identifying signification, such that the eye of the audience has become perhaps more pliable, forgiving, and passive in its efforts to censor that which is pre-deliniated outside the realm of taste; the great variable in the algebra of successful art. Yet with less time to be all of that and more, we seem to be managing “pixel-time” with the great hashtag and are compelled endlessly.
EVERYWHERE WE SEE AN OLD BRAND OF NEW ‘FAD ART’ that goes by the name of teh “GLITCH”
When this obsession for the nostalgia of the broken frame, the V-Hold adjustment that was always something to be frustrated about – NOT celebrated and mass-produced on a Walter Benjamin Essay’s possible connection. The first time I saw #glitchart on the caliber of the exemplary, it was on Twitter @PadrickBentley … I really couldn’t believe what I was seeing. But I still needed more answers as such large questions loomed over the implications and layers of form and content. When I asked Padrick about an image; whether it was a glitch or not, his answer was odd and brought me to a more comfortable place to decide what a glitch really was and what cultural impact it was conveying or having upon the social conscious of the world.His observation was that the image in question was ‘Subjective’, so yes, indeed it was a glitch. Somewhat broad of a qualifier, but as I soon found out – not really.
Well, whatever – go look at Padrick Bentley’s work on Twitter, then take a look at my new found #transcendentalaccidentalism discovery … which brought many new hashtags along with it