My idea of art is very different then many people’s idea/ideas on art and that is the way it should be. My focus is largely Artist and object centric. I value and pursue works that showcase the changes in an artist, or moments of rarity and value. I value work that isn’t a cross the board blockbuster or something for everyone shmorgusborg of ideas and themes or even worse yet a jerk/spasm lunge for the momentary perceived zeitgeist of the day. Which you can see a lot and every artist I know either struggles to keep at bay, embraces or avoid to an extreme degree.
My favorite works are when an artist of substance has the juevos to perform or embrace a genre outside ones established territory. It does not always make the highest quality work but goes to show two things I believe in.
1. Genre is a silly little thing that makes art consuption easier. It’s usefull to organize and predict works but when the audience uses it to limit or create a exclusive ideology on life it bloats into one of the most distructive forces in art and that is often overlooked.
ex.Too many punk rockers can’t say they like a single classical work. To many academic painters can not enjoy a pop work or visa versa. To many Art House film makes can’t share their love for a Bond film.
2. Great artists bring a style/voice that is independent of the work and is best enjoyed and most clear when shown in contrast to the expected output.
ex. Johnny Cash’s covers of other songs all of which are not great but the few that are are priceless. Actors like James Stewart as “Buttons” in the Greatest Show on Earth where he does work so unlike his persona and yet is more himself then most anywhere else. Then the point of this posting is one of the greatest moments in Grammy history, when in 1998 Aretha Franklin steps up to the plate to be a last minute fill in for the ever ill and unreliable Luciano Pavarotti who was scheduled to perform the aria “Nessun Dorma” live on stage. When I was in college and read she was going to step in the reviews in advance of the performance were harsh. There were many people who said she could not pull it off or that she would embarrass herself or worse yet American musicians by flubbing a Opera classic. There was a feeling of nervousness and groaning even before she performed. A feeling that I did not share and when I saw what you can watch in all its blurriness above I walked away proud of the work and felt it exemplified everything that is great about American art. The hard working, fearless, pick up others slack, swing for the fences, brash exuberance that made this one of the Greatest moments in Art from my point of view.
After a year of wanting to finish a small video of last years Madhatter’s Ball in Chicago and many starts & stops I figured just to cut it where I left off and just post it. I didnt have alot of useable photos anyway so in celebration of last years Ball and this years coming one (which I cant make) here is the 2005 Madhatters Ball Revue. Just click the image to the left to start the show.
Here’s hoping everyone has a good time this year even without the art…..
Live from Chachi’s chop shop warehouse on the east side of Silicon Valley, it’s time once more for!
Booyah, Chachi here to show you potzers how to mack daddy your browser for the new century we are living in. If you are still surfing the digital pipe with Internet explorer 6.0 or waiting for the boondoggle that is IE 7.0 then my friend I beg you to lend a ear for a bit cause your missing out big time!
“Chachi! What can I do about my Edsel browser, its blows like the last season of Starsky And Hutch?”
-Long time reader, First time writer on a 56k.
Well 56k I say scrap it and swap that Edsel for a Hemi based Firefox browser its mean lean and can render the latest CSS and HTML without a problem. It also is safer, faster & runs smoother, that’s just the start though. It’s the after market items that make this browser cherry.
The following are must haves for any user to surf with style. These after market add on’s are called extensions just so you know
Ending a tradition, the Art Institute of Chicago aims to require visitors to start paying a fixed admission fee beginning June 3, though it wants to slash prices for younger kids and expand some summer evening hours.
After countless years (I would like to know exactly how many) of offering the wonderful option of paying what you can instead of the full 12$ admission fee the Institute givith and the Institute taketh away by trying to make the 12$ a mandatory voluntary fee, in return they are planing on not just having bankers hours now.
Most of these changes in my opinion are great, not only great but a earthquake to the arts in Chicago and LONG LONG overdue. Having the doors open at a realistic time for working people to view the art is a simple decision. Who can sprint from work grab a friend or family member, see some art before the doors close at 4:30pm (or get harassed by guards at 4:10-4:15) and actually be relaxed enough to enjoy the process?
Apparently the bulk of the visitors were “found to be disproportionately white, educated and affluent.” How can that be a surprise when the hours of operation are so tight and the details of the voluntary fee are in the smallest type possible and if you dare to offer less you are met with attitude and snide looks of disdain. What non affluent, educated, white would be able to or care to jump though those hoops. You want to open the doors to people who don’t come to the Institute? Simple.
The best porn on the net is better then any site that has a photogenic, redheaded, double jointed, evacuee from some Baltic state who not only can type 60 words a minute but also takes excellent dictation.
Better then a mid-western blond with matching carpet and drapes who likes to do it on Ikea furniture.
Better then a bald, one eyed nympho who loves the ergonomic peg leg that is her left foot……….
Well honestly anything is better then that…… Sorry to any Dr Evil Cycloptic Pirates out there.
The best porn on the net has the quality of being short, to the point, loves to purr, has a slight British accent, uses humor as a aphrodisiac and hyperbole without giving the impression of being dishonest. Infact the best porn on the net doesn’t have a single female in it. It’s called “Top Gear” and man I can’t get enough.
From the moment a review begins a smile just starts the longest crawl up the side of your mouth. Words like: aw man, god, christ & wordless moans are all you can say while you heart stats to race and you wish you could afford just one hour in that.
Be it a race tween a DB9 and the 200 mph Chunnel Train from Wales to Monte Carlo.
Or the game of cat and mouse where the mouse was played by a Lotus Exige, our cat is a Apache Helicopter Gunship.
You get to watch a 10 min commercial of your favorite cars and it leaves you begging for more. After your done its time for a shower and some breakfast. Almost like being a school boy again.
Booyah, Chachi here to show you potzers how to mack daddy your browser for the new century we are living in. If you are still surfing the digital pipe with Internet explorer 6.0 or waiting for the boondoggle that is IE 7.0 then my friend I beg you to lend a ear for a bit cause your missing out big time!
After countless years (I would like to know exactly how many) of offering the wonderful option of paying what you can instead of the full 12$ admission fee the Institute givith and the Institute taketh away by trying to make the 12$ a mandatory voluntary fee, in return they are planing on not just having bankers hours now.
