bagging poetry & being a bit kinder to the environment

July 20th, 2008 by Amanda Earl

have you ever attended a small press fair, collected a bunch of stuff & then had no bag to put it in? small press fair vendors, one thing you can do is to make bags by fusing old plastic bags…it’s really easy and doesn’t take too long. it’s a great way of reusing those non biodegradable bags and the resulting bag is pretty cool.

here’s a tutorial from Etsy.com:

http://etsylabs.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-overdue-fusing-plastic-bag.html

Paint job

July 15th, 2008 by John Shapter

Now that flexible LCD screens are available, I would love to cover my car with LCD material.  A camera somewhere on board would film the passing scenery and then display an interpretation moving across the surface of the car as it moved along.

It could even display the background when parked, like super camoflage.   mmmmm……., maybe not, other drivers would just crash into it!

Pothole Portal to Poetry

July 15th, 2008 by Jennifer Hill-Kaucher

There are a lot of potholes in our roads here. Seems like an awful lot of untapped poetential.

A couple of ideas:

  • Create some sort of jack-in-the-box springed device, with a word attached to the top. Place it in the pothole. Attach a cover. When driven over, the cover should lift and the word should pop up.
  • Line the pothole with tyvek that has a poem written on it.
  • Cover the pothole with tyvek that has a drawing or a word on it. For best effect, find a road with multiple potholes so you can compose an entire work - be it a poem or a series of drawings that fit together in some way.
  • Or, just get a bunch of those googly eyes and glue them to the inside of the pothole. Hundreds of them. Creepyfun.

More Fun with Wallpaper

July 15th, 2008 by Jennifer Hill-Kaucher

Turn your friend’s trash into domestic treasure. Over the course of a year as you visit your friend’s homes, pick up any ephemera out of their trash (bathroom, kitchen, stuff on floor). Keep this private. Tuck it in your pocket and don’t say a word. When you bring it home, add it to your collection. Wallpaper a small room in your house with it all. At the end of the year, invite your pals over for a party. Serve drinks from your newly papered room.

You might lose a few friends, or make them closer.

Wallpaper

July 15th, 2008 by Jennifer Hill-Kaucher

Paper a small room in your house with ephemera found out on the streets of your neighborhood.

That’s all. No deep meaning, other than you’ll feel closer to your neighbors. Maybe.

Art capsule

July 14th, 2008 by John Shapter

I am in the process of moving back to England from Scotland, and have a yearning to hide an `art capsule` somewhere in the old house.  A few examples of original art and writings buried under the floor or hidden in a wall space.  Now, with hindsight, I wish I had done this everywhere I have ever lived.  A secret trail for future arteologists.

Digital Ephemera

July 12th, 2008 by Dan Waber

A while back I read this quote from web artist Dene Grigar:

My current topic of interest is ephemera..that is, I am fascinated with objects that are made in the moment without the goal of archiving or sustaining them in any way.

and have been ruminating on it off and on for a while; I’m really interested in this notion as well.

It ties into a lot of other things that interest me, in some very tantalizing ways.

The problem of perfect infinite copyability has made certain types of product a challenge to sell. Take music for example. I’m sure you’re are of the core meltdown going on in that industry due to the fact of perfect infinite copyability of digital music files. Prince did something very interesting, I thought–and it pissed off his label (which leads me to believe he’s onto something). He made a deal with a UK newspaper. They paid him millions of dollars to put a copy of his latest CD in every copy of a certain Sunday’s paper. What makes this lovely is it recognizes the fact that the CD itself isn’t what has value anymore, it’s the right to be the SEED, the first instance after which all the copies are made. OK, so there’s that.

Then there’s this issue of the problem of selling digital art in a gallery setting. What is being sold if there’s infinite perfect copyability? Here’s a fun response to that. There’s a guy who writes short stories. After he has one finished he destroys all drafts, prints out one copy, deletes the file, puts the one copy in a bottle and seals the bottle. He then sells them as art objects with a full explanation of the provenance of the object that indicates that the story enclosed is the One and Only copy in existence. To read it, you have to break the seal, and thus the object that indicates that the story enclosed is the One and Only copy in existence. To read it, you have to break the seal, and thus create another copy (in the readers mind) and the CHANCE for infinite copies to be made. The chain of provenance is broken. So as the purchaser of the art, you can EITHER possess the unique object, or, read the story, but not both.

William Gibson supposedly issued a short story on floppy that when the file was executed it scrolled the story by on a screen once, and once only, and then deleted itself from the floppy.

In a way, all performance art is ephemeral, and, it may also be true that all ephemeral art is performance art.

I do a lot of mail art. Mail art is wild. Anything is possible. No rules, anyone can play, what you get may be outstanding or total shite. Often I get back in the mail things that have taken something I sent and cut it up and re-worked it into something else. Talk about forcing you to lose your sense of ownership of your own art, wow. But, it also is a freeing thing, you send it out there, and let it go, and it lives its own life absolutely out of your control.

So, with all that backstory in mind, what that statement makes me think of is a digital installation in which nothing is archived. Every time you visit it’s different, and there’s NO way to see what came previously, and, no way to see what is happening right after your visit…no repeated refreshing, you have to wait a day, maybe. A lot of search engine art is dynamic enough, certainly. Jim Andrews’s dbcinema has a lot of the features I can imagine. Ideally, in my mind, it would be like a set of wind chimes that a visitor can brush with their hands to affect, and can maybe get a hint of the hand that brushed before them and a whisper of the hand after, but no more. I’ve seen the value of pi converted to a melody. What if viewers could modulate tempo of it in a way that was elastic, rubber bandy.

What’s that line–you can never step into the same river twice? Like that. Make the river, let people feel it on their calves. That’s a piece I’d love to be involved with making.

Excercises in Creativity #5

July 11th, 2008 by David Hage

Some Creative prompts from which to work in any creative endeavor that interests you:

-Is free really free?
-do the opposite of what you want to do
-make something that would appeal to a conservative older woman
-examine your thoughts about formally presenting artwork
-the letter “Q”
-6 variations of a human hand
-’I-centrism’ present in Western Culture

After Market Hood Ornament

July 7th, 2008 by Dan Waber

A magnetically mounted hood ornament with a wireless remote control. Inside the car is a button you can push. When the button is pushed, the hood ornament raises the middle finger salute. Should sell at least as well, or better, than the tow hitch testicles.

Origins of Nicknames

July 3rd, 2008 by David Hage

I think it would be great to see a blog dedicated to the origins of nicknames, specifiically detailing the process behind how someone gets a certain nickname.

For example my friend Jim’s nickname evolved as follows:

1. ‘Jimbo’

2. ‘Jimboat’

3. ‘boat’

I’m sure there are a plethora of other more interesting nickname stories and name process stories out there. For several years during my adolescence, this guy named Zeek called me ‘Chachi’. He came up with that nickname b/c I had longer hair and wore a bandana when playing basketball to keep it out of my face and he liked Chachi from happy days.

Would anyone care to share their nickname stories? Also, how did the name, nickname come into existence?