An Attempt To Dry A Tablecloth
Attention, lowly peasants. I bring you art:
The vast creative talent behind the above, quite literally, is of course Ms Sandrine Schaefer, whose contributions to human flourishing have been noted here on occasion.
Once I reveal that the performance is titled Practicing for Death No. 1, its profundity will doubtless become clear. If further clarification is needed, Ms Schaefer tells us that she “reimagines ways for humans to be in relationship with their surrounding other-than-human worlds,” and that the piece above, like much of Ms Schaefer’s output, “challenges conventional viewing tendencies by using repetition, long duration, and strategies that reward curious viewers with multisensory elements.”
You are, I’m sure, feeling rewarded.
And because I’d like my patrons to feel even more rewarded, there is a part two:
So much art. How lucky you are.
Readers will be relieved to learn that Ms Schaefer has been elevated to a status befitting her abilities and is currently an Assistant Professor of Visual Art in 3D and Expanded Practices at Coastal Carolina University. Where those less gifted are guided to the light.
I think she’s losing her edge. 🙂
I found watching it at twice normal speed really adds a sense of vital urgency to the piece, and it has the further advantage of compressing just under ten minutes of boredom into a little over four minutes of tedium.
I think she’s losing her edge. 🙂
What’s the word I’m looking for? Compelling? No, not that.
On the upside, the birdsong was agreeable. Though I think the birds should take credit for that.
I found watching it at twice normal speed really adds a sense of vital urgency to the piece, and it has the further advantage of compressing just under ten minutes of boredom into a little over four minutes of tedium.
I should reward such invention.
[ Rummages under bar, offers discoloured cotton bud. ]
[ Rummages under bar, offers discoloured cotton bud. ]
I think I’ll politely decline, but thank you for the offer.
[ Slyly flicks said item nearer to its intended beneficiary. ]
[ Slyly flicks said item nearer to its intended beneficiary. ]
[ Accidentally-on-purpose knocks said item into nearest bin. ]
[ Washes hands thoroughly. ]
Why is there a discoloured cotton bud in my beer? Flies, yet – it’s that sort of bar – but cotton buds?
but cotton buds?
I’ve decided to classify them as bar snacks. There could be traces of, er, protein on there somewhere.
[ Sounds of rummaging in bin liner. ]
…Coastal Carolina University…
On the bright side, her alma mater should be under water quite soon.
Where those less gifted are guided to the light.
Lead, kindly light, lead thou me on, amidst the encircling gloom
Well, at least she didn’t subject us to her nude body, so there’s that.
David, a request for your new blog. Some blogs, like your old one, allowed me to turn my phone to landscape. Then I got the same letters per line but they weee bigger
Other blogs, like your new one, give me more letters per line but they are the same size.
Can you change that?
Can you change that?
I’m not sure I understand what the problem is. Though, given my limited technical expertise, the answer is probably no. Your phone’s browser should, however, have an option to change the size at which fonts are displayed. In my phone’s Samsung browser, it’s Settings>Webpage View>Webpage Text Size.
Well, at least she didn’t subject us to her nude body, so there’s that.
I wonder what Rocio Boliver is up to these days?
I wonder what Rocio Boliver is up to these days?
For those unfamiliar with said lady. I see Ms Boliver has at some point disabled embedding, but if you click the “watch on Vimeo” button, you can, um, savour her artistic wares.
…the performance is titled Practicing for Death No. 1…
Hers, or her luckless audiences?
An Attempt To Dry A Tablecloth
LOL
LOL
It seemed about as likely as anything else. By all means feel free to devise captions of your own.
Is relief considered a “multisensory element?” Because it was certainly a relief to see she was wearing underwear as she slowly lifted the tablecloth over her head.
If so, count me in as one of the dutifully rewarded.
If so, count me in as one of the dutifully rewarded.
I knew you’d like it. You’ve got an artistic face.
it was certainly a relief to see she was wearing underwear
For readers who wish to know more about Ms Schaefer’s undergarments, I’ll just leave this here.
You don’t get this quality service over at Samizdata or Worstall’s gaff, you know. Just sayin’.
Trees, forests, obfuscation.
On the bright side, her alma mater should be under water quite soon.
Not soon enough; the campus is slightly more than 40 ft above sea level.
No menstrual blood, no abuse of foodstuffs, no nudity…is it really art?
I’ll bet her performance was taxpayer financed as well.
Her cloak of invisibility is shyte.
Speaking of garbage art, did someone comment here recently about how most museum visitors avoid the contemporary art galleries?
Not soon enough; the campus is slightly more than 40 ft above sea level.
I was hoping he meant financially.
My cat does the same thing, only faster.
Much faster.
Ah, but does your cat have an Artistic Tablecloth?
did someone comment here recently about how most museum visitors avoid the contemporary art galleries?
Could have been me. We’ve gone to the Getty (both the main and The Villa), Norton Simon and you could wander the ‘contemporary’ sections with hardly another soul there.
We just visited the Getty again a little over a week ago. And yes, it still bears out. Getty also has some wonderful collections of the “decorative arts” furniture, dishes, etc from 1700s-1800s and lots of people through those rooms, too.
I’d like to return to the idea of heroes (Marvel, LoTR, Narnia etc). Joseph Cambell’s book Mythology (sorry if not exact) explores the concept of the hero. To achieve hero status, the protagonist must overcome something: himself, nature, adversaries or all 3. Tolkien understood this perfectly. Even Aragorn had to overcome his tendency to withdraw from the world. In Woke fiction, the main characters achieve their powers with no effort and have no weaknesses, because lord knows progressives are perfect. This makes it shit as fiction and as storytelling.
In Woke fiction, the main characters achieve their powers with no effort and have no weaknesses, because lord knows progressives are perfect.
Exactly. Woke fiction is neither tragedy (in either the classic or modern sense) nor tragic. Whining and whinging do not a hero make; while ignoring internal flaws and blaming the outside world for everything is pathetic, though undeserving of pathos..
Could have been me. We’ve gone to the Getty (both the main and The Villa), Norton Simon and you could wander the ‘contemporary’ sections with hardly another soul there.
Thanks. I seem to recall replying to you that I was not sure about observing what you reported, but within the last week I visited the Art Institute of Chicago and verified your report: There were some people in the contemporary art wing but the number and density of visitors was much higher in the galleries of traditional art. So foolish admirers of garbage “artists” like Jeff Koons do exist but are greatly outnumbered.
Poor Sandrine. I was watching with bated breath (always wanted to use that expression) for the inevitable forest scavengers to start nibbling on her toes. But no. Third act falls flat, and stays there.
Art: was in a gallery long ago, and one piece had small pieces of paper with stuff typed on them on the wall with a piece of yarn (all the same color) from each to a point on the floor in front. It was conceptual art without the art. Pure conceptual. ahhahahhaha not very attractive.
It was conceptual art without the art. Pure conceptual.
Also without the concept, hey?
Where’s the “16 Tons” anvil when you need it?
One of the pieces I saw in the Art Institute’s contemporary “art” galleries was a pile of candy in assorted colors, sitting on the floor. I don’t know how much someone paid for it, but it sat there as a silent rebuke to the museum personnel who thought it was worth owning and displaying.
Also present: Jeff Koons’ shiny balloon bunny rabbit and a couple of his porn-y kitsch pieces. I could go on, but why bother? Lord Vetinari would have a field day with these idiots.
Even Aragorn had to overcome his tendency to withdraw from the world. In Woke fiction, the main characters achieve their powers with no effort and have no weaknesses
Woke virtue signaling is quintessentially feminine jockeying for the queen bee position amongst the mean girls. Women don’t like The Hero’s Journey; they like Cinderella.
Coastal Carolina University
For those not familiar, CCU is the college of the Myrtle Beach area.
Women don’t like The Hero’s Journey; they like Cinderella.
Somehow I suspect this may also apply to certain other forms of art.
Speaking of which, what ever happened to that lady who stuck her head in a pile of dirt?
Wait…We’re over here now? Two days and nobody told me….hmmm…As for this specific post:
The internal dynamic of the gesture visually and conceptually activates a participation in the critical dialogue of the current dynamic. As an advocate of the Aesthetic, I feel that the sublime beauty of the negative space seems very disturbing in light of the remarkable handling of light.
What? There’s generators for this stuff you know. Not even AI. Old skool.
what ever happened to that lady who stuck her head in a pile of dirt?
Put like that, you make it sound silly.
It’s every bit as deep as the duo using elastic bands to wrap their heads in meat.
I was watching with bated breath (always wanted to use that expression)
The literacy standards here remain as high as ever. On less educated sites it is always “baited breath,” which calls to mind a bucket of bait prawns left in the sun.
The internal dynamic of the gesture visually and conceptually activates a participation in the critical dialogue…
Actually I quite liked it. I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. And interesting rhythmic devices too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the Vogonity of the poet’s compassionate soul which contrives through the medium of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that, and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomies of the other and one is left with a profound and vivid insight into whatever it was the poem was about.
Ms Schaefer’s output is not truly Vogon-level, but it’s bad enough.