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in search of vanished blood
Aug. 19th, 2016 12:10 amI had to draw Brigid because she smiled at me while I was doing this. I drew Keryn and Steve because they were with Brigid. Keryn wore a shirt depicting two moons and a sun in chiaroscuro and in their splendour and I tried to get as much of that done as possible but she had her arms crossed. Brigid had a Captain America t-shirt and must be happy Puerto Rico won their first gold medal ever. Keryn is an artist and she also likes photography. She was super-impressed with the pictures I showed her from the Wildlife Center but a lot of those ones aren't mine and the one that I took of the woodpeckers is a lot less glamourous and there's more poop.
Now we play the matching game.
The ICA was broken up into parts: Nalini Malani, Liz Deschenes, and a decade of the ICA's collecting; a collection of art by women, art of fibers and fabrics, art by women depicting the home.
In one of the rooms a video about feminism played.
One of the docents had a tattoo of a crying heart-mask.
I don't know if they're aware of what they did when they called in search of vanished blood seminal. Both blood and semen are bodily fluids and both of them have been used in art.
In Search Of Vanished Blood itself is an 11 minute video projected on each wall through rotating mylar cylinders painted with creatures mundane and fantastic. From a distance, in the other exhibit, it sounded like Celer. Inside it, it sounded like an Indian Larry Carlson.
Malani ended up in India after the partition, she abandoned painting in response to the rise of hindutva and turned to ephemerality: theater and performances and shadow plays and wall drawings never meant to last.
It's on Vimeo, for those of you who can't see it now or who have seen it and want to relive those memories It really isn't quite the same as viewing it.
Penelope, however, does not exist on the internet. Monsters form and dissipate.
Originally bluescreens were used but later we moved to greenscreens and these actually worked better with darker skin tones.
sheets of photosensitive paper exposed to moonlight. Obviously this makes sense because there's silver in photography chemicals and silver is the moon's element, although the actual moon is oxygen, silicon, magnesium, iron, calcium, aluminum, chromium, titanium, and manganese. I think someone would stand in this setup.
the colors in this are the colors used in topographic maps.
it fits in with the water and reflects us looking at it
black monochrome: usually exposing paper to sunlight is a mistake but she did it deliberately.
This shade of blue is used to detect the lightfastness of pigments. They reflect one another and distort and defocus people looking at them.
moire: photographed perforated sheets of paper and layered the negatives on one another. Added cyan to the mix to create an even more disorienting afterimage.
I think they were a couple but it was hard to tell.
at first glance, the objects in the vitrine look like glass pomegranates or ornaments. upon closer inspection, those are hand grenades.
innerspace bullshit
motherfucking rock.
She hypersexualizes women but also distorts them in unappealing and unsexual ways, much like the way women are actually treated.
No, I think that was an accident or ineptitude.
female bomb
Some things you can only learn on the ICA's website. This, for instance, is the personification of Vietnam-era weaponry.
from heart to hand
somebody thought this looked like a chinese death pepper.
Silueta Works In Mexico. For one, she lays naked in a Zapotec tomb with white flowers strewn over her body. For others, she covers her body in substances and takes a photograph of herself or the imprint left behind.
Soundsuit with ceramic birds.
Wishlist. There were actually four lists. My favorite of the four for its simplicity is not in this photograph.
Atrabilarios, from the Latin atra bilis, shoes from disappeared women, victims of Colombia's counterinsurgency, behind cow bladders crudely sewn to the walls with surgical thread. It's actually harder to see in person.
an armoire filled with cement and part of a chair to signify the belongings of a person who is no longer there.
siamese twin teacups
Hanging Fire, made from charred residue of suspected arson. Once these embers glowed red and orange and yellow, now they are cold and black.
Sneeze.
I think there's a painting by Alice Neel at the MFA. I say "I think" but really, I could go to the MFA website and actually look it up. And I did. There are multiple Neel paintings. She was featured in the contemporary wing the last time I was in there.
that cone emitted wind and a very audible hum and made it hard to carry on a conversation with Gabriella, who was off looking at art instead of watching me take notes on an ipod.
A blue-haired woman was asking about this and I said it's a homage to Marcel Duchamp's Fountain.
i think these are ceramic wings.
Ennead means a group of nine, and there are strings extending from nine points.
from above, it looks like velvet or fur, from below, you can see that it's in fact 120,000 pins. It took a week to make this.
You can't see it that well in the picture but it depicts racist caricatures used in advertising.
spiral woman
the messengers
moonrise. east. april.
twelve sculptures (every few years, there is a thirteenth full moon, as every thirteenth day adventist (I'm not actually the first person in the world to mention thirteenth day adventism; one source is a Spectator article from 1994 and it has fuck-all to do with anything the actual Thirteenth Day Adventism and something to dow with Mandists and Haitian voodoo dancers, but since all the context around that article vanished into the aether. Some things change, some things stay the same. The other source is spam) you meet will enthusiastically tell you) for every full moon of the year.
made from cast aluminum coated in brown enamel and put on a wooden plinth.
I always take the Orange Line to Haymarket and take the Green Line back to the Red Line.
Mikaela is an artist who says she needs to sketch more. She likes to work in oils and in charcoal. I'm not sure if Kayla's an artist. She never said she was, but then again, she never said she wasn't either. But then again, I didn't ask.
Ryan wonders what my art must look like when I have a lot of time to work on it.
At Braintree Station, I ran into Brigid, Keryn, and Steve again. My response to this was "Holy shitsnacks!"
burning question: just what is the word progscogineti trying to be?
Now we play the matching game.
The ICA was broken up into parts: Nalini Malani, Liz Deschenes, and a decade of the ICA's collecting; a collection of art by women, art of fibers and fabrics, art by women depicting the home.
In one of the rooms a video about feminism played.
One of the docents had a tattoo of a crying heart-mask.
I don't know if they're aware of what they did when they called in search of vanished blood seminal. Both blood and semen are bodily fluids and both of them have been used in art.
In Search Of Vanished Blood itself is an 11 minute video projected on each wall through rotating mylar cylinders painted with creatures mundane and fantastic. From a distance, in the other exhibit, it sounded like Celer. Inside it, it sounded like an Indian Larry Carlson.
Malani ended up in India after the partition, she abandoned painting in response to the rise of hindutva and turned to ephemerality: theater and performances and shadow plays and wall drawings never meant to last.
It's on Vimeo, for those of you who can't see it now or who have seen it and want to relive those memories It really isn't quite the same as viewing it.
Penelope, however, does not exist on the internet. Monsters form and dissipate.
Originally bluescreens were used but later we moved to greenscreens and these actually worked better with darker skin tones.
sheets of photosensitive paper exposed to moonlight. Obviously this makes sense because there's silver in photography chemicals and silver is the moon's element, although the actual moon is oxygen, silicon, magnesium, iron, calcium, aluminum, chromium, titanium, and manganese. I think someone would stand in this setup.
the colors in this are the colors used in topographic maps.
it fits in with the water and reflects us looking at it
black monochrome: usually exposing paper to sunlight is a mistake but she did it deliberately.
This shade of blue is used to detect the lightfastness of pigments. They reflect one another and distort and defocus people looking at them.
moire: photographed perforated sheets of paper and layered the negatives on one another. Added cyan to the mix to create an even more disorienting afterimage.
I think they were a couple but it was hard to tell.
at first glance, the objects in the vitrine look like glass pomegranates or ornaments. upon closer inspection, those are hand grenades.
innerspace bullshit
motherfucking rock.
She hypersexualizes women but also distorts them in unappealing and unsexual ways, much like the way women are actually treated.
No, I think that was an accident or ineptitude.
female bomb
Some things you can only learn on the ICA's website. This, for instance, is the personification of Vietnam-era weaponry.
from heart to hand
somebody thought this looked like a chinese death pepper.
Silueta Works In Mexico. For one, she lays naked in a Zapotec tomb with white flowers strewn over her body. For others, she covers her body in substances and takes a photograph of herself or the imprint left behind.
Soundsuit with ceramic birds.
Wishlist. There were actually four lists. My favorite of the four for its simplicity is not in this photograph.
Atrabilarios, from the Latin atra bilis, shoes from disappeared women, victims of Colombia's counterinsurgency, behind cow bladders crudely sewn to the walls with surgical thread. It's actually harder to see in person.
an armoire filled with cement and part of a chair to signify the belongings of a person who is no longer there.
siamese twin teacups
Hanging Fire, made from charred residue of suspected arson. Once these embers glowed red and orange and yellow, now they are cold and black.
Sneeze.
I think there's a painting by Alice Neel at the MFA. I say "I think" but really, I could go to the MFA website and actually look it up. And I did. There are multiple Neel paintings. She was featured in the contemporary wing the last time I was in there.
that cone emitted wind and a very audible hum and made it hard to carry on a conversation with Gabriella, who was off looking at art instead of watching me take notes on an ipod.
A blue-haired woman was asking about this and I said it's a homage to Marcel Duchamp's Fountain.
i think these are ceramic wings.
Ennead means a group of nine, and there are strings extending from nine points.
from above, it looks like velvet or fur, from below, you can see that it's in fact 120,000 pins. It took a week to make this.
You can't see it that well in the picture but it depicts racist caricatures used in advertising.
spiral woman
the messengers
moonrise. east. april.
twelve sculptures (every few years, there is a thirteenth full moon, as every thirteenth day adventist (I'm not actually the first person in the world to mention thirteenth day adventism; one source is a Spectator article from 1994 and it has fuck-all to do with anything the actual Thirteenth Day Adventism and something to dow with Mandists and Haitian voodoo dancers, but since all the context around that article vanished into the aether. Some things change, some things stay the same. The other source is spam) you meet will enthusiastically tell you) for every full moon of the year.
made from cast aluminum coated in brown enamel and put on a wooden plinth.
I always take the Orange Line to Haymarket and take the Green Line back to the Red Line.
Mikaela is an artist who says she needs to sketch more. She likes to work in oils and in charcoal. I'm not sure if Kayla's an artist. She never said she was, but then again, she never said she wasn't either. But then again, I didn't ask.
Ryan wonders what my art must look like when I have a lot of time to work on it.
At Braintree Station, I ran into Brigid, Keryn, and Steve again. My response to this was "Holy shitsnacks!"
burning question: just what is the word progscogineti trying to be?
