2.28.2009

Mapping the Muddle: "It's __________ to me."

Strange Maps has a fascinating post about how different cultures fill in the blank of the expression we English speakers formulate as "It's Greek to me." As this cartogram shows we're not alone: Persians, Swedes and Spanish speakers are among groups that refer to Greek when considering something incomprehensible. But it's not the most popular expression of the idea:
But it is Chinese that, according to this cartogram, is the incomprehensible lingo of (p)reference for almost a dozen other languages, from Greek and Polish to Dutch and Lithuanian. Spanish, Hebrew and Greek are also quite popular, understandably so in the case of the latter two languages (isolate, relatively small languages) but more inexplicably so in the case of Spanish - a world language in its own right.

Which begs the fundamental question: why is language X considered the summit of incomprehension by language Y? Doesn’t that at least require some passing knowledge (or to be more precise, an awareness of the existence) by Y of X?
A fun tidbit at the end of the post:
Even Esperanto-speakers have been endowed with their own expression, pointing the finger at another constructed language: “Estas Volapuk al mi!” (”It’s Volapük to me!”)

As US talks about boycotting racism conference, The Nuge calls Eric Holder a coward

Conservative rocker Ted Nugent -- who once claimed to be a "bigger nigger" than Def Jam founder Russell Simmons -- is back, this time scolding African American Attorney General Eric Holder for calling the U.S. a "nation of cowards" for not talking candidly about race relations. He starts out a nearly incomprehensible op-ed on Tuesday in a familiar way, establishing his black bona fides by stating he grew up in Detroit where all of his "musical heroes were and are black musical gods." Then, falling short of giving a "You be the man" shout-out, he calls Holder a coward and moves on. "Does he want white, red, yellow and black folk to get together to discuss culinary similarities, religious views, cultural differences, political ideologies? I have neither the time nor inclination for this kind of trivial small talk," he writes. "I like to get next to the matter real quick like."

Speaking of bravely engaging in discourse around race, the U.S. is now threatening to boycott a UN racism summit in Geneva because some texts prepared for the conference are critical of Israel.

Photo: Wikipedia

Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel wiped out by Madoff

Holocaust survivor, author and Nobel Peace Prize winner Elie Wiesel calls Ponzi schemer Bernard Madoff "evil" and a "swindler." With good reason: Wiesel reports that his personal wealth and the assets of his foundation -- as much as $37 million combined -- are obliterated. "All of a sudden, everything we have done in forty years--literally, my books, my lectures, my university salary, everything—was gone," he said yesterday. The author of The Night Trilogy added:
"Madoff is one of the greatest scoundrels, thieves, liars, criminals. How did it happen? I have seen in my lifetime the problem is when the imagination of the criminal precedes that of the innocent. And Madoff had imagination...We have no idea that a person is capable of that, but then I should have learned, of course, that a human being is capable of anything."

2.27.2009

The Big Picture: Congo portraits


Yet another remarkable edition of The Big Picture from the Boston Globe. Its Congo series includes the shot below of a war-displaced boy wearing an improvised sun hat made from wood and flip-flops. Above, an 8-year-old with machete scars on his head, Faustin Mugisa was "left for dead in a pile of corpses when ethnic Lendu militiamen hacked to death his mother and seven siblings in 2003."

Bits: 02.27.09


Work by Deuce Seven, who's showing at Minneapolis' SooVAC Mar. 13-Apr. 12

• Drawing inspiration from WWII conservation campaigns, the Green Patriot Posters contest is calling on designers, including names like Michael Bierut and DJ Spooky, to create posters to mobilize people around the crisis of climate change. (Via Good.)

• Tyler Green links to a great gallery of WPA posters from the Library of Congress.

• Good comments on my Art:21 post about why there's so little rightwing street art. Hrag sends along a link for Gipper graf; unsure if that qualifies.

• I'm liking the murals of David de la Mano from the slate quarries of Salamanca.

A uniquely Minnesota art moment.

• OK, Cher definitely, but I kinda like the Black Sabbath one. The (allegedly) 100 worst album cover art. (Via Rat.)

• Total non sequitur, but here's Bob Barr.

2.26.2009

Shuga: New record store coming to Northeast Minneapolis


Amid the economic woes that are forcing retail stores and arts organizations alike to shut their doors, I'm excited to share some good news: the heart of Northeast Minneapolis' arts district is getting a new record store. Shuga Records, currently among the top three sellers of vintage vinyl on eBay, is leasing the former site of the Minnesota Center for Photography on 13th Avenue NE -- and opening a retail store in late May or early June. Run by my friends Adam Rosen and Danielle Nester, the shop will sell records and CDs, editioned art, books and more. Look for their new website to launch soon, with information about all they're planning, including a music-and-art blog, in-store performances and, hopefully, a Shuga Twitter account that can alert vinyl junkies about new rarities Adam's finding. Also, Shuga is talking to a local artist about commissioning the first in an annually refreshed mural for the building's west wall.

Update: Minneapolis-based artists Broken Crow, with guest OverUnder, will be creating a large-scale mural on Shuga's exterior. Update: And here's a video on the completed mural.

[Shuga on: Facebook | MySpace]

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Tom Fruin's drug-bag art


Marveling at all the colors drug dealers used to package weed, heroin and crack, different from the clear baggies he noticed growing up in LA, artist Tom Fruin started collecting them, soon gathering enough to make found-art textiles. Via Unconsumption.

The Coen Brothers spoof "clean coal"


Twin Cities natives Joel and Ethan Coen have cut a commercial for The Reality Coalition lambasting the coal industry's dubious claims about "clean coal."

Bits: 02.26.09


Pages from Artforum cut to the exact size of $100 bills and banded, by Scott Nedrelow

Artist Lawrence Swan: "Someone I know commented that Damien Hirst, by bypassing the dealers and taking his work directly to the auction house, screwed with the system and offered a 'critique' of the market. He gamed the system, he didn’t critique it. I’d argue that Bernie Madoff’s performance art was a more profound critique of the market itself, or made a critique unavoidable, by exposing our whole system as a pyramid scheme.On the other hand, aesthetically (and you may quote me on this), Hirst puts the 'formal' back in formaldehyde."

• Twin Cities artist and writer Andy Sturdevant "investigates the shadow gallery circuit of in-home exhibition spaces, and talks with these DIY gallerists about the hows and whys of opening their homes to the public to show artwork."

• As Justin finds it interesting that MuseumsSuck.com doesn't allow comments, Utne Reader calls out a Brendan Kiley piece from The Stranger on the "ten things theaters need to do to save themselves" -- many of which could apply to visual arts venues as well.

Paul Villinski's Emergency Response Studio is a solar-powered, mobile artist's studio, repurposed from a salvaged FEMA-style trailer.

• Adbusters is holding a contest to design the "One Flag," a flag to represent the entire world. Here's the 32 finalists. Via Another Limited Rebellion.

Art21: Where's all the rightwing street art?

My latest at Art:21. Go... comment!

2.25.2009

Found: Princess Hijab's source material


Reading more about guerrilla artist Princess Hijab, I recognized the source material for her "Hijab-Ad" series of wheat-pasted posters. I saw it in Berlin in 2005 and took a picture: A plastic-wrapped hijab was for sale beside a bottle of "Latin Lolita" perfume at a stand in the outdoor Türkischer Markt in East Kreuzberg.

@MnIndy: GOP state Rep. tells northside kids to "plug bullet holes" with wooden nickel

One of the strangest stories I've reported, but with a glimmer of hope at the end.

Bits: 02.25.09


Princess Hijab strikes!

Is culture jamming, the new Jihad? Princess Hijab thinks so, "hijabizing" advertisements across Paris.

• The alleged culturejamming of MoMA's ads in a Brooklyn subway station was really a job by Poster Boy in cahoots with the CEO of the agency that created the campaign. Hrag reports that MoMA says they didn't commission the work.

• Jennifer Dalton's "every adjective used to describe artists and their work in Artforum’s 'Best of 2000."'

• A mini-retrospective on one of the Twin Cities unsung artists, James Kielkopf, who "can seem like an emotional cousin of Sol LeWitt."

• The BBC reports: "Two child actors from the film Slumdog Millionaire will be moved from slums to new houses by Indian authorities." That's two, but what about the rest? The Beeb reports that around half of Mumbai's entire population lives in slums. (Via my Mom.)

2.24.2009

Art21: Chakkrit Chimnok's banana-leaf utopia


Chakkrit Chimnok at a Chiang Mai Cafe. Photo: Paul Schmelzer

My latest from Art21:

Chakkrit Chimnok dreams of a "banana world," a utopia in which overlooked or discarded items -- specifically, the ubiquitous banana leaves that litter the streets in his home city of Chiang Mai, Thailand -- can become the material for a renewed world. Chimnok's recent forays into this idea (or ideal) transformed the ever-present leaves into clothing modeled after western haute-couture.

"One day I was sitting in a banana garden, when a banana leaf fell on me," he told me last year. He picked it up and felt it: It was smooth and flexible, unlike the dried leaves many locals get rid of by burning. Senses piqued, he began paying attention to how the leaves had different characteristics, depending on where he found them, their age and the level of humidity where they grew.

He says he was struck by how perfect banana trees are. Both the fruit and the flowers are edible, and the leaves -- as his explorations would later prove -- could be made into apparel. Chimnok (pictured above) enrolled in a clothing-design class, taking 60 hours of instruction on sewing and pattern-making, and then set out to make functional objects, including a space suit and a dress (sized for his parents), handbags, boots and tennis shoes.

This functionality is questionable -- as the leaves dry, they become too brittle for regular use -- but he appreciates the various layers of symbolism as well. He's taking gentle jabs at both Thai and western cultures. To often brand-conscious Thai people, he offers fashions from one of the country's most plentiful, banal and unbranded materials. He patterns his ensembles after western styles, forgoing patongs and flip-flops for western-style skirts and shoes, in order to put the designs both within the vocabulary of fashion but also starkly opposed (the hard, crunchy leaves also stand in contrast to the silk textiles for which Thailand is best known). "We always have the sense that the west looks at us as the third world," he told me.

While his message addresses international audiences -- it was featured in the 3rd Fukuoka Asian Art Triennale 2005 and was shortlisted for the 2008 Signature Art Prize by the Singapore Art Museum -- it is, in essence, local. In his artist's statement, he writes, "Following the west is viewed as part of the destruction of community culture." His art is a celebration of the local, he says, even if it showcases one of that environment's more overlookable features.
Chakkrit Chimnok, "Body – Imagination – Dried Banana Leaf," 2006. Courtesy of the artist.Photo: Courtesy the artist

But he's not Thai-centric about it. During the project's showing in Fukuoka, Japan, he promoted a local variation of recycling. By the end of his three-month residency, he was showing at a fashion show the 20 kimono-inspired garments he'd created -- from bamboo leaves.

Bits: 02.24.09


Modified MoMA ad showing an Andreas Gursky photo, via Artinfo.


• Since Feb. 10, MoMA has been doing marketing blitzes in which they buy up every ad space in select New York subway stations. Last Saturday night, such a "station domination" got dominated itself. Ads in Brooklyn's Atlantic/Pacific Street station were modified by a street artist: Nan Goldin’s photo Nan and Brian in Bed was tweaked to show Mr. and Mrs. Fred Flintstone (the MOMA logotype altered to read WILMA), Andreas Gursky’s Ratingen Swimming Pool with the addition of what looks like the Fail Whale, etc.

• Ten-year-old dubbed the "female Banksy." Via @cmonstah.

Kerry James Marshall's 27 x 32' murals depicting George Washington's and Thomas Jefferson's homes go on view at SFMOMA on Thursday. Visible Means of Support: Mount Vernon and Visible Means of Support: Monticello, commissioned by the museum, include mazes, optical illusions and hidden images of slaves.

• This Thursday at noon, Rev. Billy is announcing he's running for mayor of New York.

• Via @walkerartcenter we learn that mnartists.org has made some new tweaks which allow for larger photos and easier editing by users. A welcome change.

2.23.2009

Seeds not revolution: My first Art21 post on art and social change


Michael Rakowitz's paraSITE

I'm guest blogging at PBS's Art21 blog this week on art and social change, and my first post lays out some of my thinking, including my growing belief that although art might not have the power to radically change the world, its unique role can be in planting seeds. Here it is:

This weekend I went to an opening at The Soap Factory, a scrappy and often-excellent nonprofit art space a block or so off Minneapolis’ riverfront. The description of the work, a Clive Murphy installation called Almost Nothing, was intriguing enough to draw me there: he’d filled the entire space with a series of air-filled tubes created from black plastic garbage bags, mimicking the architectural geometry of the space—which, as its name states, was once a soap-making factory, reeking of lye.

But when I arrived, the piece immediately struck me as so much hot air. Here’s my progression of thought: it’s February in Minnesota. This building is virtually unheated. We’re facing twin catastrophes of economic downturn and human-made climate change. And this guy’s art requires electric air blowers to drone constantly on whenever the gallery’s open?

Murphy's work is what it is—a project influenced by “radical architectural proposals from the sixties” and inflatable carnival games that examine “themes of hierarchy, inter-relationality, and meaning formation”—and I don't knock it for that. But it isn't what I've been looking for lately: contemporary art with immediacy, that pragmatically or poetically addresses the challenges we face today. Not all art needs to do that, but it's what I'm looking for. Something more along the lines of another inflatable-bag art project: paraSITE, in which artist Michael Rakowitz collaborated with homeless people to construct temporary inflatable housing designed to leech warmth from heat outtakes from apartment buildings.

In considering “political” art—especially in a non-election year, especially facing the economic and environmental problems we do—I’m reluctantly coming to believe that art doesn’t have the power I once believed it did for bringing about social change.

Perhaps it’s creeping cynicism. As a journalist covering the Republican National Convention in St. Paul this fall, I saw magnificent, irreverent and funny artworks – from full-fledged contemporary artworks (including Ligorano/Reese’s The State of Things, gigantic ice letters spelling out the word DEMOCRACY, which melted away on the capitol lawn as time passed, or Suzanne Opton’s Soldiers billboard series) to creative protest signs and hilarious chants by nonviolent demonstrators (“You’re hot, you’re cute, take off your riot suit!”). Still, the police crackdown was powerful, unrelenting and sometimes violent—and, if hearing from Republican delegates on the convention floor is any indicator, protesters’ messages didn’t seem to register. The art was dismissed as mere protest.

My doubts also have to do with responses to my oft-asked (and admittedly naïve) question, “Can art change the world?” As an editor at the Walker Art Center and at Adbusters Magazine, I posed the question to a number of people: critic Robert Storr; artists Rirkrit Tiravanija, Sam Durant, and Thomas Hirschhorn; Artforum editor Tim Griffin and independent curator Hou Hanru, to name a few. While they all said they hoped it had that kind of power, few wholeheartedly agreed it did.

But from some of these same people, I found hope for smaller incremental change—one heart (or mind) at a time, perhaps.

During a residency at the Walker, Art21 artist Guillermo Calzadilla told me his take. Art, unlike protest, is difficult to pin down, he said, and therein lies its power. Overt agit-prop is easily to spot, categorize, and therefore dismiss wholesale by opponents of the message it carries. But art is something… else. Something nebulous and multidimensional and hard to get one's brain around.

Before we can dismiss it, we have to figure out what it is.

Bits: 02.23.09


Yoram Wolberger's Red Indian #4 (Spearman) via Artnet.

• Antony Gormley, Jeremy Deller and others are protesting tightened visa rules that are preventing top artists, musicians and actors from visiting the UK.Via Regine's Delicious feed.

Photo gallery and essay: The KKK is alive and kicking in 2009.

• Jerry Saltz: "[I]t’s utterly ridiculous to claim that the art world is 'less ethical than the stock market'. The stock market made more people richer, made more people lose money, and brought the US to its knees. By comparison, the art world is relatively benign, and the unethical parts are relatively limited. No one in the art world jumped out of a window because a painting’s price decreased."

• The Times Online's list of top 100 blogs includes must-reads Wooster Collective, ArtFagCity, ArtForum.com's diary, BLDGBLOG and David Byrne's blog, plus tons more.

• In contrast to George W. Bush's favorite painting, the Obama's are considering artworks for their residence by Robert Raushenberg, Jasper Johns and Ed Ruscha.

• The New York Times looks at an artform unheralded by the Oscars -- the art of film titling.

• I'm guest-blogging at PBS's art:21 blog this week. Topic: How can art effect political change?

2.22.2009

Bits: 02.22.09


Photos from the Motherland: Mark Brautigam's "On Wisconsin" series


• Via Twitter, Glowlab contrasts Takashi Murakami's vision for the Japanese art market with a New York Times story today about how frugal living by Japanese following that country's economic downturn in the mid-90s continues to wreak havoc.

• Pentagram on MoMA's new (old) identity. [via]

• Trust Art, "a stock market for cultural renewal." Here's how it works.

• John Halpern's 1979 documentary Transformer, in which Joseph Beuys discusses, among other topics, "how his life changed when the Russians shot down his German airplane during World War II, as well as his opinions on art, mankind, the state of the world, and some of his artistic inspirations."

• Via Ed Kohler's Gmail status, a great story I'd like to see more of: "Dinner with a stranger."

• Today's "word of the day" on Hasbro's official SCRABBLE page: Dildo.

"On the side of the egg:" Haruki Murakami on Gaza


Haruki Murakami via Wikipedia.

Novelist Haruki Murakami accepted the Jerusalem Prize for literature last week, amid controversy over whether doing so meant he supports Israel's recent violent incursion into Gaza. Here's a bit of his stirring speech, in which he shares a personal philosophy:
"Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg."

Yes, no matter how right the wall may be and how wrong the egg, I will stand with the egg. Someone else will have to decide what is right and what is wrong; perhaps time or history will decide. If there were a novelist who, for whatever reason, wrote works standing with the wall, of what value would such works be?

What is the meaning of this metaphor? In some cases, it is all too simple and clear. Bombers and tanks and rockets and white phosphorus shells are that high, solid wall. The eggs are the unarmed civilians who are crushed and burned and shot by them. This is one meaning of the metaphor.

This is not all, though. It carries a deeper meaning. Think of it this way. Each of us is, more or less, an egg. Each of us is a unique, irreplaceable soul enclosed in a fragile shell. This is true of me, and it is true of each of you. And each of us, to a greater or lesser degree, is confronting a high, solid wall. The wall has a name: It is The System. The System is supposed to protect us, but sometimes it takes on a life of its own, and then it begins to kill us and cause us to kill others - coldly, efficiently, systematically.

I have only one reason to write novels, and that is to bring the dignity of the individual soul to the surface and shine a light upon it. The purpose of a story is to sound an alarm, to keep a light trained on The System in order to prevent it from tangling our souls in its web and demeaning them. I fully believe it is the novelist's job to keep trying to clarify the uniqueness of each individual soul by writing stories - stories of life and death, stories of love, stories that make people cry and quake with fear and shake with laughter. This is why we go on, day after day, concocting fictions with utter seriousness.

Atlantikwall: Paul Virilio and the experimental geography of war bunkers


When he was 25, urbanist, art critic and political theorist Paul Virilio happened upon the Atlantikwall, a series of nearly 1,500 military bunkers erected by the Germans on the French coast during World War II to ward off Allied incursion. It was 1958, and the structures had begun blending into the surroundings through familiarity: bikes were stowed there by sunbathers, for instance, and even a young Virilio found he'd failed to truly recognize the sturdy war huts he'd on occasion used as a beach cabana. But once he really looked, the squatty forts conjured cultural memories of "the Egyptian mastabas, the Etruscan tombs, the Aztec structures…as if this piece of artillery fortification could be identified as a funeral ceremony."

Virilio's 1975 book about his explorations was only recently translated into English and published by Princeton Architectural Press. The Morning News posts photos from the book along with Virilio's introduction, in which he shares his thinking on the odd fortifications, which point out into the Atlantic abyss. Virilio, it dawns on me, was doing "experimental geography," long before the term was invented: He ponders the placement of the bunkers (not "oriented toward a specific, staked-out objective" as such fortifications typically were, these "concrete altars" were "built to face the void of the oceanic horizon"), how such modern edifices came to be overlookably normal ("Why continue to be surprised at Le Corbusier’s forms of modern architecture? Why speak of 'brutalism'? And, above all, why this ordinary habitat, so very ordinary over so many years?"), and how they'd been modified over time, plastered with anti-German graffiti and later ads.

The essay concludes with Virilio entering one of the dark enclosures, lit only by a few stabbing shafts of sun slicing through the gun slots:
[T]he whole structure weighs down on the visitor’s shoulders. Like a slightly undersized piece of clothing that hampers as much as it enclothes, the reinforced concrete and steel envelope is too tight under the arms and sets you in a semiparalysis fairly close to that of illness.

Slowed down in his physical activity but attentive, anxious over the catastrophic probabilities of his environment, the visitor in this perilous place is beset with a singular heaviness; in fact he is already in the grips of that cadaveric rigidity from which the shelter was designed to protect him.
Read it.