No, It’s Not Good, But There Is Lots Of It
Hot from Helsinki, the works of Finnish artist Iiu Susiraja. First, her dazzling 2018 performance piece, Big Melody:
If the charms and profundities of the above should somehow remain elusive, clarity is offered by the following:
Her lethargic positions, situated in what we can assume are the confines of her own living room and bedroom, suggest marginal degrees of effort, imagination and intention. She sublimates herself as an object among curated objects, reminding us with each iteration that she is an imposition on space and space an imposition upon her. She is a weight on the world and the world unto her a weight.
Invigorated by such insights, you’re going to want more, aren’t you? As if I need ask.
Via Trevor, to whom our gratitude is inexpressible.
I’m not calling it art until she straps deli meat to her face.
Ah, yes, those shifting paradigms.
I’m not calling it art until she straps deli meat to her face.
Just be thankful that I don’t now how to insert images.
Her vapid, expressionless face and her rumpled, pathetic bed both elicit the same emotional response. Abject hopelessness.
Her vapid, expressionless face
I’m guessing it’s supposed to be droll.
It’s amazing how much contemporary art, especially this kind of performance drivel, celebrates ugliness on so many levels.
Q.E.D.:
1. There was this putz of a modern “artist,” one Damien Hirst, who spoke of the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks as “kind of like an artwork in its own right,” and about the perpetrators, that “one level they kind of need congratulating.” (I thought I remembered some such sentiment from someone else too, but I can’t find it now.)
2. Another more recent putz who altered pictures of victims of the Khmer Rouge to add smiles to them.
So yeah, celebrating ugliness is pretty bog-standard for these types.
joy at accomplishment, that flaunting of hard work and talent
One of the more interesting things I ever heard from a mentor was “I’m not good at my job because I like it. I like it because I’m good at it.”
Another more recent putz who altered pictures of victims of the Khmer Rouge to add smiles to them.
His explanation doesn’t ring true to me, although I will admit that human motives can be very strange. Caveat: I haven’t read the Star Tribune article as it is behind a firewall.
Until now I neither feared nor loathed the internet. I should probably thank you, assuming I ever stop gagging
A buffet of cultural nourishment.
More a trough in this case. Perhaps a bucket. A pile?
Jim Henson before the Muppets. Can I interest you in some Wilkins coffee?
Je vends des accessoires au propane et au propane.
So kind.
*checking my pockets for stray crumbs*
We’re gonna need a bigger lamp.
It is proper that an artist illuminates the lives of the people.
Since she’s a fucking fraud she can illuminate an Eskimo’s fishing shack instead.
What do you have against Eskimos?
TEST
Nobody told me there would be a test today!
I see now that I have not really understood transgenderism until today.
Yes, please, cut it off. I’m done.
(Watching such an expression of pure mental illness is like voyeurism minus the fun of titillation. I feel dirty.)
“neither feared nor loathed the internet.”
Isn’t unlimited mass communication wonderful?
ANONYMOUS has been posting that “Kalemkarian” comment on sites all over the internet. I recommend that in this case the troll’s coat should be set on fire in the street while he is still wearing it.
Her vapid, expressionless face and her rumpled, pathetic bed both elicit the same emotional response. Abject hopelessness.
That would be Darwin’s response, as he throws a rope over a joist in his garage.
an Eskimo’s fishing shack instead.
Eskimo is now considered rayciss. Please update your database of micro-aggressions accordingly. /s
She wouldn’t last long among the Inuit. She looks too much like their food.
Have they defenestrated Esquimaux yet?
What do you have against Eskimos?
Just keeping it legal.
“(I thought I remembered some such sentiment from someone else too, but I can’t find it now.)”
Elizabeth Wurtzel on seeing the buildings collapse: “It just slid like a turtleneck going over someone’s head … It was just beautiful.”
Have they defenestrated Esquimaux yet?
Yup. Even though the french supposedly means netter of snowshoes those who want to be insulted had already convinced themselves that Eskimo meant eater of raw meat from some native language which of course can’t be verified because they have no writing. Even though the Inuit were actually eaters of raw meat.
The football team caved to the name change despite the fact that the majority of fans and a number of Eskimo groups were fine with the name Eskimos.
I’d never even heard of this Deadmau5 until a friend pointed it out very recently. Good music for tasering leftists.
Uma Thurmond’s Feet: thanks.
Elizabeth Wurtzel on seeing the buildings collapse: “It just slid like a turtleneck going over someone’s head … It was just beautiful.”
“I had not the slightest emotional reaction [to watching one of the World Trade Center Towers collapse]. I thought: ‘This is really a strange art project.’… It was a most amazing sight in terms of sheer elegance. It fell like water. It just slid, like a turtleneck going over someone’s head. … It was just beautiful. You can’t tell people this. I’m talking to you because you’re Canadian. … I just felt, like, everyone was overreacting. People were going on about it. That part really annoyed me.”
I think our culture is too tolerant of monsters like Wurtzel. Much too tolerant.
TIM KALEMKARIAN as Liu Susiraja’s drum!
(One should live up to one’s handle every so often.)
I started watching that and as soon as she straddled there drum, I thought, “Bitch is going to fucking piss, isn’t she?”
And then she did and I noped out of that video.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE? I swear to God, there are days I understand spree killers’ mentality. Thank God for alcohol, snark, puppies, Tom Ellis’ ass, Dragnet reruns, Coen Brothers movies, and one hit wonders from the 70s – they help to keep people sane.
Tom Ellis’ ass,
[ Picks up napkin, fans Stephanie, concerned she may overheat. ]
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
As Mark Steyn said, politics is downstream from culture. In the name of “tolerance” and “not hurting anyone’s feelings”, we’ve allowed people with deep-rooted psychopathologies free rein.
I recall the various forms of pop culture from my youth, nearly all of which had some form of “be yourself/bullying is evil/getting along is the highest good” message; as Mark Evanier once said, one of the rules children’s TV had to work under in the 1980s was “the complainer is always wrong”.
Combine this with the aggressive, coercive “anti-bullying” programs currently in vogue and its easy to see how we got to the point where forcefully pointing out that someone pissing on a toy drum is engaged in seriously disturbing behaviour and needs to stop will get you in more trouble than actually pissing on a toy drum.
The second video- I’m impressed by the strength of the bed, less so by the novelty razor.
I keep getting emails offering “free bottle of Spectator gin [worth £30 ] when you subscribe for just £12”. Will it help me endure Liu Susiraja’s videos?
Good music for tasering leftists.
I see what you did there and endorse.
I was away from the lab yesterday, so I only saw this post while squinting at my phone on lunch break. I saw the video still and thought “Is she going to use the chamber pot standing up? Why is she holding chopsticks?”. After reading the comments and seeing the video still on a computer monitor, it seems I wasn’t too far off the mark. I still don’t know what the drumsticks are for, and that’s ok. You can lead this rat to “Art”, Dear Host, but you can’t make her nibble. Nope, nope, nope!!
Thank God for alcohol, snark, puppies, Tom Ellis’ ass, Dragnet reruns, Coen Brothers movies, and one hit wonders from the 70s – they help to keep people sane.
I second this wholeheartedly!
My friend has NetFlix and I do not, so when I am house/dog sitting for her, I bingewatch Lucifer on her big screen TV.
That is one fine ass indeed.
On Netflix, I heartily recommend Cobra Kai. Refreshingly free of woke pieties and the gender dynamics are downright subversive by pomo standards. There are, however, no asses of any particular note.
I bingewatch Lucifer on her big screen TV
the gender dynamics are downright subversive
There’s an interesting juxtaposition. I dropped Lucifer about two minutes into S2 when it became obvious they were going to neuter him in favour of the rah-rah grrl power angle.
As an artist, she owns the standing urination on a drum meme. Anyone else peeing on a musical instrument henceforth is just a tosser.
You will also have to admit that the performance can’t be improved upon.
You will also have to admit that the performance can’t be improved upon.
She could put that on her resume.
I’m so scarred by this kind of material that I found myself relieved that she merely urinated on the drum.
Man, ASMR got weird.
For real though, that first one caught me completely off guard. I found myself having the same reaction to the second video that Franklin had to the first. I was waiting for some horrific and equally unexpected happening to occur- but huzzah, the second one was, comparatively, fairly tame. I mean it definitely made me… you know, hate capitalism and objectification.. or whatever, but in a more subtle way, so subtle that I couldn’t really explain it, like the videos themselves.