"Half the reason we called ourselves Radiohead is because we see a lot of people who just receives information and theres a huge gap in-between this receiving information and partaking in the creative process and being a creative person. Ive always thought that the two should just flow into each other." - Thom Yorke ———— Source
Taryn Simon - The Picture Collection
Taryn Simon’s recent project The Picture Collection exposed the complexities, arbitrariness and chance inherent in the archive’s codes through her work in the
New York Picture Library. The archive, which holds 1.2million images taken from secondary sources and is organised into a complex cataloguing system of over 12,000 subject headings, was Simon’s material for investigation in the work. Selecting categories such as ‘Chiaroscuro, Handshaking, Haircombing, Express Highways, Financial Panics, Israel, and Beards and Moustaches she then overlapped the presented images so that only fragments were visible. For example, the word ‘Veil’ produced a series of incongruous images of women in bridal wear and burkhas, producing a visually inconsistent composite that served to undermine the reliability of the cataloguing system.
“We are made to connect. Eyes to see, hands to feel, hearts to love” - Chris Dean
“The point is not to find your own voice, the point is to get rid of it and construct bridges with the unknown” - Phillip Glass
“Crossing borders means becoming an other, whether it means becoming an outsider in new territory or coming to understand yourself within another social structure. Crossing borders is a form of dialogue and measure in destabilising patterns of inequity" - Alyssa Hutton
“We always supposed something would give us a definition of who we really were, our class position or our national position, our geographic origins or where our grandparents came from, but I don’t think any one thing any longer will tell us who we are" Stuart Hall
Where nothing is like it should be or ever will be or ever has been
Where everything should and could and would and where you wouldn’t but you would and you should but you shouldn’t though you could and you couldn’t
Where coffee is clay and day is night and day, night AND day I say! Dodilodiday
Where the peasant has power and the precious pristine powder of the priest pollutes the prickled pickle of Parnassus. The particle of Parnassus! It’s another story, it’s another story the particle of Parnassus. Listen audience the particle of Parnassus is a complete other story. …That I will not tell tonight.
Where snot is spit, spit is sperm and sperm… is… is, sperm is, sperm is. IN THE LIFE OF SPIKE, SPERM IS!
In that world… there is… a garden and it’s not the one of Eden. Not the one of Eden!
Audience, it’s the garden… WITHIN THESE FOUR WALLS! WITHIN THESE FOUR WALLS!!!
My garden! Made out of sofas… and things.
With a table! LOOK A TABLE! And a chair and look!
Look into it!
WITH A MICROSPOPE CALEIDOSCOPE, LOOK INTO IT, WITH A TELESCOPE, LOOK IN TO IT!
Look into this life
And be amazed
Look for truth and lies, lies that lay under the lies, that lay, that lay under the floor and swim, swim through reality, swim all over reality
Drowns reality in itself!
Welcome to that life.
The well-spoken, well-written, well off and well bored …Spike Raquette
Where molding is healing
Where everything grows to great… gherkins! Great Great Gherkins! Gherkins made out of gold!
Where the sofa has a scent of sentimentality and sincere, severe self-pity
Where space and time…
Where space and time tend to send… tend to shine…
Terror on each other…
Send terror towards each other!
SEND TERROR TOWARDS EACH OTHER. WHERE TIME AND SPACE TEND TO SEND TERROR AND WAR UPON, AGAINST EACH OTHER!
Taken from the timeline of me friend Derek. Writer/Artist/Owner of Leeds Gallery &Model
"After being asked by an art student visitor to &Model the other day what our curating policy was, I said, "we show what we like!" - "Yes", she said, "but what do you like?" I’ve been thinking about that. So, here’s my answer. I like work that is: funny - incisive - crafted - knowing - informed more than informative - conscious of its relationship with the rest of the (non-art) world - as sharp, clean and elegant as it can be or as rough, dirty and awkward as it can be (not some half-arsed in between) - still funny the second time around - devoid of explanation - not up itself …"
An ant mill is an observed phenomenon in which a group of army ants separated from the main foraging party lose the pheromone track and begin to follow one another, forming a continuously rotating circle. The ants, caught within this loop eventually tire themselves to exhaustion and die.