The Dunning-Kruger Diaries, Part Two
Performance artist Angeliki Chiado Tsoli is, we’re told, “interested in… contributing her knowledge as an artistic and pedagogical tool.” Her work, we learn, “explores the political, poetic and displaced body through actions in the public space, photography, video, sound, installation and experimental writing.” Further exploration is done “through a visual and mental poetic space.” If the magnitude of her labours is somehow unclear, we’re also informed,
Angeliki aims to… challenge the existence of social, economic, cultural, and class-based inequalities.
Do bear these things in mind as you thrill to the video embedded below, in which Ms Tsoli unleashes a fearless, selfless and terribly radical “intervention” at a crossing on Michigan Avenue, Chicago. Said intervention, titled Attempting to Reach Equilibrium in Times of Dystopia, is of course crammed with aesthetic value. A particular highlight occurs around 2:30 when a passing police car stops, resulting in a need to explain that what is happening is actually art.
“Is she all right?”
“… I’m sick of being accused of hypersensitivity by straight white men …”
She does sound like a fun date.
Where are all the bird puns? I’d have thought more would be on a lark with this opportunity.
pelican crossing…puffin…pegasus…panda
Dodo crossing: for performance “artists” and other mental defectives.
Is it fair to say that a person working at a lathe making left-handed widgets is performance art?
Maybe yes, maybe no, but at least there is something useful from their labours if nothing else.
The cop’s carelessness exiting and entering traffic is what bothered me the most. In my city his lights would have been on in an instant and would have stayed on until he was safely in traffic.
The cop’s carelessness exiting and entering traffic is what bothered me the most.
Here I am, bringing you the finest in cutting-edge culture, the dizzying apex of human achievement, and all you can think about are traffic regulations.
Traffic regulations are the anchor upon which modern civilization is hanged… hung… on the sheetrock of white supremacy. Of course we care about them!
…bringing you the finest in cutting-edge culture…
Nonsense, Miss Tsoli is purely derivative of the great transgender Russian performance artist, Sergei Balzflov whose piece was much more kinetic, but was itself derivative of the early Michelin ads.
And just think. Her “experimental writing” could be even better.
Accusations of being a “prude” or a “killjoy” are tactics designed to silence warriors like Liam. Setting armed agents of Her Majesty’s Government upon any comedian who would criticize or mock members of protected classes is just good manners.
Little wonder their arguments make no sense. The cognitive dissonance must be absolutely crippling.
Instalanche!
https://pjmedia.com/instapundit/322954/
Instalanche!
We need fresh towels, stat.
As we have company, I’ll dig out some earlier art coverage.
This item here, for instance.
And this one too.
I’m nothing if not generous.
It only works if you imagine she’s doing it ironically.
I’m going on 68, don’t know how many minutes I got left. Do know I just wasted 5.39 of them for no good reason.
Do know I just wasted 5.39 of them for no good reason.
You don’t feel ennobled by the high art on offer?
https://abc7ny.com/society/veteran-asks-for-100-cards-for-100th-birthday-gets-thousands/5159672/
Mission accomplished!
And I’m not joking. This is real insanity. The real world and its harsh punishments should you step too much out of line would keep you operating and sane in the real world. But since punishment (not to mention starvation) has been eliminated in the western world, our people are decaying into the adult children most millennials and leftists are today.
http://captaincapitalism.blogspot.com/2019/02/laziness-leads-to-craziness.html
Hey, do they still have that English festival-I forget the town—where people chase a big wheel of cheese down a steep hill till they catch it or break both ankles, whichever comes first? This would seem a fertile field for performance art.
P.S. I am not now nor have I ever been Joe Cuba.
My dad, also a WW II veteran, was Mr. Cuba’s birthday twin.
Hey, do they still have that English festival . . . .
Complete with it’s own website, this year occurring on May 27 . . .
Laziness Leads to Craziness
Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop.
Attempting to Reach Equilibrium in Times of Dystopia
In an actual dystopia will the art be even worse?
Heh. It strikes me that the most dystopian thing visible in the video is Ms Tsoli’s conception of what constitutes art. The prevalence of such tat, in which aesthetics and accomplishment play no part, rather implies a cultural decline.
That.
That.
What’s notable is that such flummery isn’t just random incompetence. It’s quite uniform – eerily so – and is actively encouraged by our supposed betters, such that we, the lowly taxpayer, are expected to pay for it. Apparently, we should be thankful.
I think that’s what gives it an air of degeneracy.
Modern Greek art:
Ancient Greek art:
I’m torn as to which is better.
Ancient Greek art:
Accidental Greek art, blamed on the Gauls—Not the French, the Gauls.
Traffic regulations are the anchor upon which modern civilization is hanged… hung… on the sheetrock of white supremacy.
Plastic Hollow Wall Anchor (band name)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qngi_jSaXlI
…an old favorite
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qngi_jSaXlI
…an old favorite
It really draws you in. Amusing at first, and surprisingly soothing, so I stuck around for a little while even after I got the point. I got all the way to 2:57 before I went mad. I’m rather impressed with myself. Of course since now that I’m rather insane, my sense of self satisfaction should be considered problematic.