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Berlin artist's journal. Self centeredness never looked so good. About our journeys into Eastgerman and
Berlin subcultures, making & hustling art, organizing
exhibitions, club culture, electronica. Now with lots of useless time
consuming extras.
File under: careerism, autism.
The "Letter from Rotterdam" is being edited right now and will turn up here somehow, along with massive party and installation pix, but i'll have to photoshop everybody pretty first. File under: murals, skinny butts. May 22, Saturday Made nice animated visuals for an event in part of a
former GDR airport called "Corona". A reference to the well known
electronica act "Sieg ueber die Sonne" that performed live. Was amazed
how mainstream they sounded though.
 In the projections we also appropriated historical drawings (in pseudo 3D) by Jakow Tschernichow into one giant wall piece. Constructivist Russian factory designs of the most fantastic stylized sort. (Most of the time we create our own slide material, but here i couldn't resist.) Below's an impression of the audience, Eastgerman club
kids when dolled up for Easter: Nike nazis, steroid retro punks, art
school girls, rosy cheecked farm boys and a not so gentle sprinkling of
over-tanned homophobe witches. File under: club visuals, art in ruins. 
April 9, Friday
File under: artistic dysfunctionality, epater les
bourgeois, self-pity.
"Savoir-vivre" doesn't become germans i think, they
should be busy indoors fighting disease or thinking up philosophical,
organizational or political systems like the fretful bunch they are. Or
just making electronica records full of scratches and noise, never
seeing the sun for weeks.
It was an installation by Sibylle Zeh involving many many pieces of crochet work.  Sibylle Zeh had brought all of her library into the art show, interesting stuff about arts & crafts and other decorative traditions that were disrupted by WW2 she said. It made me think of art writer Dave Hickey, who has this great theory on the gender of artworks; about feminine, seductive art that's receding, luring you into it's world by every trick in the book, and it's opposite: male, closed art that doesn't want to be penetrated by your gaze, or is even coming at you in some shape or another. This stuff is both it seems, does that make it bisexual or rather hermaphrodite? Like, the whole room as such is very seductive, inviting and playful, but once you get in, and look at the separate art pieces and many texts, you feel this male intelectually penetrating tradition taking you from behind full force. By the way, today i added much documentation of past art
& club events in the report
section of this site: a club art presentation in Saxonia ; and pics of
our window showroom that's still on at Berlin's Sony center. Very
receding stuff indeed. File under: gender of artworks, Dave Hickey
Fanclub.
Discovered an interesting Japanese animation cooperation by Torisu Koshiro and Autophene; a clip for a Japanese band called Juicy Panic. Mumbleboy called our attention to it, i can see why he likes it so much; it lookes just like himself at work as vj in a club. Especially Autophene i like a lot; he mostly does utopian
vector landscapes, not just with the standard Japanese cutie flair, but
also with a kind of seventies over the top psychedelic Yellow Submarine
feel, that you don't find so much in flash art.
feed you silly Here's the link to our "feed":
Did you know that Ives Tanguy used to make drawings
while making love to poor Peggy, sketching on a bed-boy placed over her
head, all the while staying hard? The book is full of such revealing
details. Mr. Detached himself, Marcel Duchamp, turnes out to have been
a nervous homophobe who wouldn't let Peggy go near Cocteau's cafe "Le
Bouef sur le Toit", fearing she might turn lesbian and deprive him of
an income. Marcel must have had a hard time though, because Peggy just
couldn't keep away from homosexuals. The best line in her autobiography
is: "I am furious when i think of all the men who have slept with me
while thinking of other men who have slept with me before". File under: art politics, sexual art history,
art-gossip.
* f*cking good art * henry darger * toilet graffiti * queer planes * berlin blackout * matt damon * thomas mann * william burroughs * ari versluis & mc de waal * chantal's house of shame * kunstsupermarkt * sony showroom * subway art * rembrandts"R"us * kinzo club * kinetic art * nicolas schoeffer * sticker * glamour to kill * sick art * salomé * mumbleboy * art-essenz * kunstherbst berlin * magistrale * apotheke-mitte * lesbian stiff upper lips * peace-academy * berlin-tapete * robodisko * monitor.automatique * burqua-art * paul van dyk's loveparade float * art funding * dr.motte & d.a.f. * links to directories: |
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urray! I'm told there's a review of
our Rotterdam exhibition last month in a pretty good dutch art no
no-nonsense newspaperette. As it is called 
ust back in a deserted Berlin from a
stay in Rotterdam where we had an 
ery busy club art weekend this
Easter. Sunday we co-operated with 
ubstep is the new hip musical style
in Berlin, from artists like "Horsepower Productions". "To The Rescue"
is the name of their (self released) album on 
rtist's protest waves rolling over
Berlin these days as neoliberalism reaches communal art
politics... At the Nationalgalerie, where artists were
desperately sticking their art in the faces of people standing in line
for the MoMA show; the thought behind it being that average art lovers
shouldn't always wait a hundred years to appreciate contemporary art.
At the "Rebell art festival", launching a new political magazine and 
erlin always loses much of it's
wonderful, dark atmosphere in spring, things getting unfittingly
optimistic, even virile. The city's cultural life's slowing down as
people spend too much time outdoors with life affirming americanized
outdoor activities they think they should be doing. 
e went to see a feminist art
exhibition at the "Stilwerk", a design shopping mall in the center of
Berlin. I'm a big fan of feminist art, the best expression of it being,
strangely enough, male feminist art by gay artists, like 
alking of online toilet graffiti the
other day; here are some brilliant examples of daily digital 
ow these diary banalities are even
"syndicated", -what a fancy term for such a humble mass hysteria
industry like blogging. It makes it sound like something of interest,
something you're getting paid for, like some 50's writer of detective
stories. A medical term, something to do with hygiene or virology might
fit better. I'll think about it. 
eading Peggy Guggenheim's memoirs.
She's remembered as a serious art patron now, but these recollections
were published in 1946 when she was just a 40 year old traveling rebel
heiress. A contemporary review wrote that "between boudoir blackouts we
get a glimpse at great men's lives". Indeed Peggy had affairs with
about any surrealist, imagist, or cubist she could get her hands on,
and her "voice" when kiss and telling is gross, but contemporary
sounding because of it.