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➜ Damla & Chloe

New blog following Me (David Walton) and Spike Raquette. Consisting of joint and solo work….and whatever interests us.

“Yes, Marcos is gay. Marcos is gay in San Francisco, black in South Africa, an Asian in Europe, a Chicano in San Ysidro, an anarchist in Spain, a Palestinian in Israel, a Mayan Indian in the streets of San Cristobal, a Jew in Germany, a Gypsy in Poland, a Mohawk in Quebec, a pacifist in Bosnia, a single woman on the Metro at 10pm, a peasant without land, a gang member in the slums, an unemployed worker, an unhappy student and, of course, a Zapatista in the mountains. 
Marcos is all the exploited, marginalised, oppressed minorities resisting and saying `Enough’. He is every minority who is now beginning to speak and every majority that must shut up and listen. He is every untolerated group searching for a way to speak. Everything that makes power and the good consciences of those in power uncomfortable — this is Marcos.” 

 - Subcomandante Marcos

"One of the things about studying these great figures has been, how much circumstance dictated what happened to them. The civil rights movement was happening anyway but Malcolm X was a significant emblem of that. The cuban revolution probably would’ve happened without Che Guevara… it certainly needed a figure with that drive. The same with Indian independence; whistle Gandhi was hugely significant, I think that people are a product of time. Time is not a product of people. We are a vessel for greatness but we are not greatness itself."

Russell Brand 

I’ve made my decision, my life is wasted

And the high frequency noise of a brains cell dying just pierced as I took a sip

I was a 9 at 19 and I’m an 8 4 years later

With this math I’ll be dead or deformed by 40

I still believe in ideology, in morals and ethics, I just don’t follow mine anymore

Coca-Cola cures hangovers and Gordon’s tastes good with Redbull

I don’t even feel remorse anymore, I’ve stopped shoplifting and started buying instead

My liver is a leftover of ‘no one wants’ so why did I ever listen to the parrots preaching about the starving kids in Africa

When you’ve made the decision it’s easy

There’s no posture or attitude you have to wear with style

Just through on your tracksuit comments, your beer stained beliefs 

And head to the pub for lunch to watch football reruns

Every suburb got a soul mate for you passed out in the garden

And every disbelief has a point if you just look around

I didn’t really make the choice kind of happened

Success is relative and failure implies trying

Just because you’re in a rut and change is doable it doesn’t have to be done

The sound of lighter opening cap is instant, an approval isn’t

It took me time to give up and pour beer on my fire rather than spirit but I managed, I made it and impotents is soon a fact

I’ve made my decision, my life is wasted

No need for condoms or clinics, herpes from a homeless is a gift from here on

My only gift back will maybe be a bastard in an orphanage, if my sperm has the will I’ve left behind

It’ll have potential but paternal baggage, Blend and booze will run though its blood

The poor thing is fucked but might maybe say fuck it

And rebel against coy Converse rebellion

Fight for something else than the right to party

And waste its life to that decision

- Spike Raquette

sketchbook blabble - edition 2 

 - “Because even if you remain stationary your mind wanders and it’s that kind of activity that I’d like to get into the photograph – A confirmation of the fact that everything is moving” Robert Rauschenberg

 - Recently I took to try and understand why I like the art I do. This resulted in a 500 word long blabber concerning Marina Abramovic’s (and Ulay’s) ‘The Lovers’. Every sentence seemed to be a leap. Conclusions were taken as opposed to made, and in the end, nothing of any value was found. The essay was set up academically. I had an ideal outcome. The spacing, font and margins were on point and with that (I can now see) I had fallen at the first hurdle. Along with the regimented layout and my regimented ideas, what did I expect but regimented and unfulfilling answers? To know why is a pointless attribute. To know why corrupts reason and to search for reason is to suppress possibility. Explore. Explore. Explore. No reason. JUST EXPLORE. DOWN WITH BIG BUS TOURS!!!!

 - “Treat people as an end, and never as a means to an end.” - Immanuel Kant 

 - Yesterday, on the way to work a guy in a suit told a homeless man to move to a different street. To move as if he were a transit parked on double yellow lines? I should have said something. Thoughts of what I should have said have been running through my mind since. None of which were particularly intelligent or eloquent. The only thing that could be said for them was that they were all fueled by anger, which I now see as an innate objection. There was no need for intellectual reason. Innately, it angered me to see that. Really pissed me the fuck off. The homeless man, after all the indignity, pain and loveless encounters he had endured didn’t protest but rather understood the suits spoutings as justifiable orders. That was perhaps the most upsetting to me. Essentially, both these people were people. Just human beings… but by the grace of one having luck and ‘good’ parents on his side was allowed to tell another to move. I don’t know. Lables, titles, suits and rags….unfortunately they’re apparently important.

 - “I’m concerned with the formal and aesthetic qualities to the point where I try to set up situations where I can’t make any aesthetic decisions about it and that’s very hard. I realise that as you go on you get better and better at making things look good, and you have to set up stumbling blocks so that you can escape your own good taste.” John Baldessari

Thomas Hirschhorn - Candelabra With Heads - Currently at the Tate Modern

- “Originally part of an exhibition called ‘Concretions’, a term from geology and medicine that suggests the gradual growth of a solid mass” 

- “Hirschhorn related this theme to a broader social and spiritual petrification” 

- Growing figures with parcel tape. 

- Tree structure. 

- Trees being things that blossom - This on the other hand has a sense of entrapment/suppression. The figures being further struck to whence they came. 

- Though the structure resembles, it remains (in the style it has been made) very man made. Un-eloquently and hastily. 

- The juxtaposition of the wooden sculpture and the tape are visually balanced suggesting co-dependency, albeit a forced one. The idea that both parts are integral to the strength of the sculpture.

- Only part of the faces are showing. Lack of identity. 

- What is the mentality of the maker?  Is this disfigurement of the figures a failure or a success? Is the end result a mistake or is it the intended outcome? 

Joseph Beuys - Installation currently at the Tate Modern

- Recreation and Imitation 

- Energy (Human and Nature) 

- Man made

- Omniscient mad man

- Black, white and grey. Contrasting colours showing the artist himself in the middle. White being the one colour that is made of all other colours. 

- Series of attempts (Varying in ‘success’ and scale) The sense that some of the experiments are failures. 

- That the piece isn’t so much a curated space but merely a workspace. 

- Exploration and Representation 

- Study

- “He saw creativity as central to human existence, and his art was rooted in processes of change and transformation” 

- “His sculptures were often based on found objects which he invested with symbolic associations”

- “The installation addresses themes of finality and death, but also regeneration through the transformative power of natural energies”

- (Also) the transformative power of prescribed energies (from the maker)

LEONCE RAPHAEL AGBODJÉLOU

Seen at the Saatchi Gallery.

- Space 

- Perspective 

- Place 

- Home? 

- Gender Roles

- Tradition

- Disguise

- High Contrast

- Interesting Postures (especially with the hands) 

- Boobies!

➜ Double You Street Colours - Warmoesstraat in symbols and stories

DY Street Colours is a colourful view, reflecting on the personal stories of people working and living in the Warmoesstraat Amsterdam, painted on their street. It was also something I took part in when last living in Amsterdam.

drunken sketchbook blabble - edition 1 

 - It is hard (if impossible) to preempt the story line of an artist’s practise. But what if it was made clear that an artists maxim was that all is one and one is all.  Such narratives could then be regarded both forwards and backwards. 

 - I’m not especially travelled on the subject but my interpretation of the ‘artist practice’ is that, essentially, all must hold a polar opposite opinion to another. I want to make work and lead a practice which is all to one and one to all. Intellectually speaking, this state of pure neutrality is an impossibility. There will always be a south opinion to a north but if given these sets of rules…..the only way to show/present/shout the importance of a flowing mentality is to either do nothing or do everything. I choose the latter.

 - “STEVO’S A CUNT!” —— Siddle (the cunt I’m currently living with)

 - “I’m not interested in using painting to defend itself, make statements or draw conclusions, but to open spaces for reflective thought, where a multiplicity of positions can be recognised, particularly as a means of resisting the imposition of a fixed narrative.” —— Helen Johnson 

 - I have a position. It’s my own position. It’s just that that position is one of whole and all. I serve myself by serving all. How beautiful it is that the grace of selflessness is so selfish. 

Kader Attia - Continuum of Repair

Seen at the Whitechapel Gallery

- Biblical Story

- Discovery 

- Progression and regression

- Old and New (Grand and cold) 

- Beautifully balanced visually. 

- The concept of repair - “The installation is the latest chapter in Kaders research into the concept of repair which he sees as an underlying principle of development and evolution in both culture and nature” (From gallery Leaflet) 

- “The biggest illusion of the human mind is probably the one on which he has built himself. The idea that he invents something, when all he does is repair.” Kader Attia 

- Defined outlines and infinity. 

- The ‘infinity ladder’ being seen by the artist as a symbol of modernity. That the connected world has this ability of limitless infinity.

- Fucking great! Go see it 

Expanding in Space - Marina Abramovic and Ulay

- Male and female dynamic. 

- Only connection between the two being in act

- Space (albeit largely suggested)

- Futility 

- Portrait (view point of audience and lines of walls) 

- Go onnnnn Marina sonnnnnn

"The center is everywhere depending on your position" - Dineo Seshee Bopape

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
Carl Sagan 

From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

Carl Sagan 

"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

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