"Over My Dead Body", Not "Katy"

This is an interesting one. I'm not even sure if this is anArt. but I have a feeling that by the end of these ramblings - this will, oh! that's right!, become anArt. Or perhaps, I will be able to clear up any questioning on my behalf if its relevancy or title of anArt.

I guess I should tell you what it is. Oh, and I promise you a new picture. Sequitur - I ran out of duct tape, and it should be on a wall. So Art Thinggy + No Duct Tape = Art Thinggy - Duct Tape = No Art On The Wall. So when I become privvy to tape, then there shall be a new photo. But for now you get the retarded photo that doesn't really do it justice - you'll have to trust me. Or not. But I hope you do. That would be good.

Now, if you truely do love the photo, then lets pretend it is the NEW one. Or maybe it is, but at the time I'm writing this - I have yet to switch them.

Okay.. Where were we? Got it!

What is this thing... Well, pretty simple - I THINK it is tupper ware, disposable of course (hehe, the garbage influence!! Plus +1 point towards being anArt. One day perhaps I'll come to a scale of measurement... but for now, just meaningless points.) , a brush of sorts that I think I was painting something else with that will never ever appear in the blog because hey... its ART, not anArt. This brush was probably used to apply Matte Medium onto a canvas of sorts - I acutally think it was used to stick toilet paper to a canvas. So then it just sat there, I didn't clean it. Yes Mom and Dad, I didn't clean it... and you can't do anythign about it!

But then something odd happened. It dried. Yes, the Matte Medium dried... Oh no! Or maybe, Oh YES!! The brush was stuck in it, as if it were sealed in a plastic. So it dried, and sat around for a while... being useless junk. Until one day, one fateful day, I was in my home listening to Radiohead, with the song Go To Sleep from Hail To The Theif playing - pretty damn loud may I add. My neighbours, upstairs ones, were jumping on their floor (like they always do, even if I'm just playing guitar). And GREAT ALBUM, may I add.

Okay, I'll stop. I know I promised no more run on sentences. But I can't help it. I get excited, and just go with the punches. Proper grammar! One of these days I'll remember.

Then suddenly Thom Yorke sings "OVER MY DEAD BODY......" I suppose my first instinct was to pick up a Sharpie, and write it right in the center of this piece of dried up Matte Medium - and poof, I was finished. I made something from waste. Although, this one sits at my house (so perhaps it isn't Art, maybe it's just anART... I hope it's both!).

So, let's analyze. I'm going to keep it simple because the concept is pretty simple as well.

WASTE PRODUCTS:
- Disposable Tupperware
- Matte Medium
- Crusty Brush accidentally/lazily left in the medium

Powers together form .... CAPTAIN PLANET!

Sorry, couldn't help myself. But, I think I might have had a point - all these "Powers" did form together into something great. Something with new utility, and generated a new meaning. But then, here's the kicker, the Radiohead line - the added piece of the puzzle "Over My Dead Body" really creates the meaning here and ties this form into anArt.

This line added to the dried up piece of trash, repackages all meaning - especially of the lyrics, and tares it away from the actual meaning, and is repackaged into something that we have issues interpreting, or maybe just not understand. But when I look at it, I have a mild chuckled, enjoy it.... the essence of Hyper-Modernism. <3

A Second Step in A (The Right??) Direction...

Stream of consciousness here; it's been a while since I made this one. It could have a lot of names - lets see... "ART" (exceedingly obvious), or even "iART", "Torn apart keyboard, with duct tape wrapped round with the word ART on it", Colby (since I was with my friend Colby when this Art came to be), or even "Coffee" - because I spilled a coffee on the keyboard.

HOLY RUN ON SENTENCE!
From now on, I will attempt to use proper grammar.

I think I will call it, "I could have exchanged this fried keyboard, but I was too stupid, and tore it apart and made it into anArt" - or "Warranty". But one of those two work. I'll stick with the ambiguity of titles here.

Who remembers "Zoolander" ? Sure you do! Great movie! Anyways, what I'm trying to get to, while stirring Fandango, is Mugatu's DERELICT campaign. Of course, it was constructed to assasinate the Malaysian Prime Minister - but I digress.

I am coming toap oint in my ramblings.

3, 2, 1...

Does anyone see the coorelation yet? Well, for those of you who have taken your SATs.

Trashbags : Derelict Design
Broken Down Keyboard : ____________.

a) Useless Piece of Hardware
b) A Zord from Mighty Morphing Power Rangers
c) iPod
d) anART

Who guessed it? That's right... the answer is d) anART
But I do promise that (hint) "c) iPod" will come into play in future post.

So trashbags, trash in general - being used to make art. Derelict is clothing design, and anART is not limited to a single form. But in essence, both are repackaging previous meaning, by first breaking it down to it's primative form, and reconstruting into something that perhaps may even have utility... of sorts.

Here's where they differ, at least to me. But I feel that it is simply just this piece, as this is in a sense a mockery of art - perhaps has tones of Dadism, by bringing into question the validity of art, as it must be writting on the front in LARGE CAPITAL LETTERS to make it so. Much like how Marcel DuChamp signed a urinal... making it art. But hey, who am I to compare to MDC?

DuChamp and myself, are not comperable, not even in the same realm. We both had very different approaches, albeit just as simple. anART supports the repacaging of meaning, and reconstruction into something now - that we don't quite understand, by taking it from its broken form, when it was what society might call usess. Bringing into question what exactly has utility in this world if waste can be transformed into art, while maintaing this notion of HYPER-MODERNITY/MODERNISM.

At this point I must note... My friend has this piece up in his home. I believe I can call it art then.

Thank you STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS.

Goodbye. ;)

A start; an oldie but a goodie!

Where to start, where to start, where to start... hmm. I guess this is one is as good as any. Especially since this was the first of its kind. This Art was what spurred the whole thing, albeit I made this over a year ago for a friends birthday - the idea behind it is the same.

Gutted computer parts GALORE!

I suppose that I have always been into the irony behind this notion of "anArt", but this was the first instance of it finally being realized. Throughout my life, growing up, I never could quite figure out my message. I was always creative, always talent, great sketching, drawing, painting...yadi yadi yadda... but I was always a touch befuddled by my message. Years later it has finally come together with my understanding of Post-Modernism, and I guess in turn Hyper-Modernism.

It makes sense though. Sort of. Considering my generation. The generation of lost souls. Lost in the economy, lost in its meaning, lost in marketing, imagery. We don't have an identity any more. We are defined by conspicuous consumption, and what we are told we want, and how we should look. To strive to an ideal that does not exist beyond photoshop, and wicked camera tricks.

Yes, I said "wicked". Sorry if that irked you.

So this robot in essence, embodies the deconstruction of the above. I think it does. At least it does, to me. Broken down computer parts, (processors, ram, microchips, heat syncs, etc.), LCD displays (I think that's what's on the chest), some dead tubes here and there, and I wish I remember what else was on this thing - but alas, it was pretty kick ass.

And yes, it is a speaker system.

anArt: The Manifesto

I've never had a blog before. I never could quite understand why I would ever want one. Rather, I never really had anything I felt the world should ever read - or I would want to share with the world. But, now I understand.

anArt Manifesto:

What is "anArt"? To answer this the best, I would have to take the next part of my blog title. It's Post-Moderism Recycled. Can that be possible? Maybe? I guess we can call it Hyper-modernism. All referential to notions of meaning are gone, but mostly extrapolations of the meaning that we once perceived, and even understood.

I strive to take what has been used, and considered useless by society, and reconstruct it into something new - perhaps something that has some legitimization of value, taste, or even artistic merit.

Hence the word anArt, not Art, or "an Art", but one word. A bastardization of the English language, grammatically, and thereby doing the same to the notion of Art. Deconstructing the idea of Art, and reworking it from broken down ideals.