I din't know about you people but what scared me most was when the camera panned to the audience the first time. That was creepy as shit*.
*Also creepier than the shit.
Oooooooook.
I can definitely appreciate art but I'm more of the traditional artist type of person. I can even understand performance art and find some stuff like what 'improv everywhere' does pretty good.
This is just hypocritical, and not in the artistic sense. Pretty retarded to go nihilistic about "We give meaning to the shit surrounding us", while attempting to give a meaning to pissing on the floor in front of a crowd.
because hipsters are fucking idiots who live in this imaginary world inside their heads where their self importance doesn't allow them any sort of rational view into their "nihilism". if they were really nihilistic she would have just blown her brains out as an art piece. I mean it doesn't matter right? Whatever she does doesn't matter, so why even make art? it can't be art if it doesn't matter because we assign the value "art" to said object or action. it's absolutely retarded.
like i said before i'm rather nihilistic in that i view the universe as holding no intrinsic value, but to me that makes it more valuable. it allows a sort of mental freedom that they should cherish and enjoy, not wallow around in their own fecal matter. seriously they're more like cavemen than modern people.
I honestly don't get this stuff. It's not deep or insightful. It's something anybody could do. When my girlfriend paints, she'll spend hours meticulously crafting her pieces. That takes creativity, talent and effort. The abomination in this video requires none of the above. Maybe I should just video tape myself struggling to open a pickle jar. Call it art... profit?
In defense of the style... It doesn't have to be something hard to do. Performance art can be technically easy. It's the thought you're trying to convey that matters. That's not to say that the chick was doing art(or good art in any case), but the style is valid.
nihilists... fuck me. i mean, say what you will about the tenets of national socialism, dude, at least it's an ethos.
What the goddamn mother fucking retarded shit is this?
It feels like a herd of random number generators just stampeded through my brain.
It feels like a herd of random number generators just stampeded through my brain.
Finally watched it on something other than my blackberry. My only question is:
How is she supposed to find a man when she can't open a can and pees all over the place? Last I checked, even CL didn't have a post up for one of those.
Where to begin? I felt that the visuals presented were very simultaneously striking as well as domesticated. The entire process while trans formative was a physical representation of the artists inner dialectic, juxtaposing saffron spirituality and utilitarian objects in a compromised setting.
The beginning of the performance left a lot to be desired, but as the artist's struggle to open the can continues one feels a sense of frustration about the Bush administration and a sobering reminder of post 9/11 neo-colonialism, it mitigates the very phallocentric nature of neo-culture in John Asscrofts aMeRIkkkA, where every wardrobe malfunction becomes a gesture of the feminine violent against a landscape of testicular domination.
The cutting of the jeans with scissors represents the oppression/repression of Womyn by straight white males, and the urinating on floor is a cyclically temporal Wiccan interpretive dance that politicized polarizing gender resistance. Interesing to note is how the rather ethnocentric crowd watches this sumptuous feast of post-Derridian brio-cum-angst silently like a shtetl of schmatte-clad yentas.