An Artist In The Medium Of Fake Fireworks


No doubt, Cai Guo-Qiang has always had a tricky line to walk, working in the ephemeral, unpredictable medium of explosives and fireworks and all. The expectations for spectacle get built up in the art world among collectors and work/performance sponsors, and ideally, there’s a payoff, a takeaway, something received in return for one’s outlay. If it’s not the breathless experience of watching something explode [beautifully, one hopes], then at least there’s the scorched canvas or charred hull or whatever that can be sold or donated later as, ironically, ephemera.
[Let me say I speak with experience, as someone who felt painfully but predictably sandbagged by Cai’s rainbow firework arc across the East River, a work commissioned by MoMA to celebrate the temporary move to Queens. It is not easy to turn Kiki Smith riding a sedan chair into a highlight, but Cai’s instantly underwhelming piece somehow managed to pull it off.]
Anyway, I was never too worked up about NBC’s use of fake, computer-generated fireworks footage for Footsteps of History, the foot-shaped firework march across Beijing during the opening ceremony. Rewatching the scene, it was clear by the announcers’ careful descriptions of the magic that they were trying not to get busted for claiming it was real.
But Cai himself issued a statement that tries to declare the CG, which, by his description, amounted to a backup video for the broadcasters, as a valid work of art itself:

From my own perspective as an artist, there are two separate realms in which this artwork exists, as two very different mediums have been utilized. First, there is the artwork that exists in the material realm: the ephemeral sculpture. This was viewed by people attending the ceremonies inside the stadium and standing outside on the streets of Beijing. This artwork was documented from various vantage points on video, which has been broadcast by many international media outlets.
Second, there is a creative digital rendering of the artwork in the medium of video. It is a single version of the event viewed by a large broadcast audience. Such a conceptual work can exist simultaneously in these two separate realms. And perhaps to also take Footprints of History into this second realm was necessary because in many of my explosion events, such as Project to Extend the Great Wall of China by 10,000 Meters, the very best vantage point is not the human one.

Uh-huh. So essentially the work is designed for viewing by some omnipresent TV eye, yet the actual work isn’t good or resolved enough to be shown, only its virtual mockup? I guess it’s his prerogative, but creating CG’s of fireworks seems like a vastly different medium, substantively and conceptually, from the artist’s sculptural/performative work.
The video above shows Footprints from the human vantage point, a crowd in Tianenmen Square. Frankly, it works; it’s pretty cool, in fact, though the footprints march across the vast space and are gone before some folks in the crowd even realize they’re there. I would hope Cai managed to capture footage or images from his intended [sic], god-like vantage point. But in the mean time, the fleeting human view of Footprints of History needn’t be discounted; it’s interesting enough.
Cai Guo-Qiang Responds to Olympics Fireworks “Controversy” [art21.org via c-monster]

Except For The Infanticide, It Was A Great Party

These British losers sound awesome, but I guess I missed the part of the article where they force the bars to sell them eight drinks for a euro or whatever:

Reports of scandalous incidents rumble on regularly here [in Greece’s Redneck Riviera] and elsewhere, helping to cement Britain’s reputation as the largest exporter of inebriated hooligans in Europe.
Earlier this summer, flying home to Manchester from the Greek island of Kos, a pair of drunken women yelling “I need some fresh air” attacked the flight attendants with a vodka bottle and tried to wrestle the airplane’s emergency door open at 30,000 feet. The plane diverted hastily to Frankfurt, and the women were arrested.
In Laganas, on the Greek island of Zakinthos, where a teenager from Sheffield died after a drinking binge this summer, more than a dozen British women were charged in July with prostitution after taking part, the authorities said, in an alfresco oral sex contest.
More alarmingly, a 20-year-old British tourist partied with her sister and a friend into the early hours in Malia also in July, then returned to her hotel room and — although she had denied being pregnant — gave birth. Her companions say they returned later to find the baby dead; she has been charged with infanticide.

And I missed the part where they’re too unruly, so they’re not allowed in.
Some Britons Too Unruly for Resorts in Europe

The Politico Does Not Permit The Expensing Of Unapproved Hostess Gifts


“The guys from The Politico brought her [my mom, Cindy McCain] flowers, which I still think is the most adorable thing ever, so thank you. I thought it was so cute that they decided to bring my mom flowers, because it’s rare; they are journalists. [laughs]”
That’s my favorite line from Meghan McCain’s video of the Memorial Day weekend BBQ her parents hosted for the DC press corps at their ranch in Sedona. The first time I heard it, I thought Meghan was being a snob about how poor journalists’ manners are.
But after seeing how she’s so kind towards the help–the family’s chef is a “longtime friend” and the caretaker couple at the ranch are “our other really good friend[s]”–I realized she wasn’t being snobby or mean, just the opposite.
The wheels of Washington journalism are greased by a vast supply of hostess gifts, but many news outlets refuse to reimburse reporters who buy their hostess gifts instead of using something from the company’s official hostess gift closet.
Of course, it would have been equally adorable and cute if they had made Cindy something themselves; a loaf of banana bread, perhaps, or a mosaicked flower pot in the colors of the Southwestern desert?

China Knocks Off 200 National Anthems For Olympics

Wow. Turns out the arrangements of the national anthems being played at the Beijing Olympics are unauthorized, uncredited, and uncompensated copies of the 2004 Athens games. The Beijing Olympic Committee apparently transcribed and re-recorded the unique orchestral arrangements, over 200 pieces, by composer Peter Breiner. Though anthem melodies themselves are [mostly? all?] in the public domain, the orchestral arrangements and interpretations constitute new compositions under copyright law. Breiner’s label Naxos is currently getting the Great Stonewall of China over the issue.
Anthem Arrangements Raise A Red Flag Over Authorship [washpost]

Waiting For Godot Times, Thursdays At 8, 9 Central

Daniel Birnbaum in Artforum, discussing “Beckett/Nauman,” a Spring 2000 exhibition at the Kunsthalle Wien

The organizers of “Beckett/Nauman,” Kunsthalle Wien curator Christine Hoffmann and art historian Michael Glasmeier, aren’t really out to prove anything, but their juxtaposition of works by the two artists provides ample ground for comparison and analysis of thematic affinities. This is not a major Nauman show in the ordinary sense, even if a number of important pieces–A Cast of the Space under My Chair, 1965-68, lots of videos, and two “corridors,” one shown for the very first time–are effectively installed. It’s not a major Beckett show either, for there’s no such thing. This is something else entirely: a gray inventory of impossible connections or an archive of discontinuities. It’s a genealogical space rather than a show. Full of detailed information–manuscripts, drawings, notebooks, and sketches–the exhibition piqued curiosity and made the viewer attentive. I liked it a lot.

Emphasis added on the part I liked a lot. But wait, there’s more…
Birnbaum makes the argument that Beckett and Nauman aren’t actually intergenerational inspirational source/recipient, but contemporaries. Did you know Beckett adapted a play for the BBC in 1977, and produced several teleplays and what must be considered video art pieces for TV as late as the Eighties? Here’s a clip of Quad I & II, a wordless experiment in rhythm and rulemaking created for the German broadcaster Süddeutscher Rundfunk. Come to think of it, yeah. When was Mummenschantz again? Oh, wait, I thought I was totally kidding.

Film
, meanwhile was Beckett’s first and only film screenplay. 40 pages, comprising notes and diagrams around a “fairly baffling when not downright inscrutable six-page outline,” Becket wrote it in 1963 and shot it in New York in 1964. Film dealt with E and O [for Eye and Object, apparently] and “the question of ‘perceivedness,’ the angle of immunity, and the essential principle that esse est percipi: to be is to be perceived.” For 20 wordless minutes, a camera follows an aged Buster Keaton as he tries to avoid being seen.
Is Film online? Of course it is, thanks to UbuWeb. [There’s also a clip on YouTube.] Ubu also has director Alan Schneider’s account of making the film, where I got the quotes in the previous paragraph.
[thanks reference library]

The Architect’s Wife

From Paul Goldberger’s review of 2 Columbus Circle, which began as Edward Durrell Stone’s Gallery of Modern Art and has ended up–for now, anyway–as Brad Cloepfil’s Museum of American–wait, what did the Craft Museum change its name to at the very moment that Craft gained such widespread recognition and acceptance?:

The Gallery of Modern Art, one of several quixotic cultural projects launched by Hartford, an heir to the A. & P. fortune, who died earlier this year at the age of ninety-seven, was originally intended to house his collection of figurative works and to stand as a riposte to what Hartford saw as the reign of abstraction at the Museum of Modern Art. The architect was Edward Durell Stone. Stone had been a leading American exponent of the International Style, but, in the fifties, his new wife, a fashion writer he met on an airplane, encouraged him toward elegance and decoration, and he began to fill his buildings with glitter and marble and screens and gold columns.

Oddly, he doesn’t mention that Stone was an architect on the original MoMA building, too. But what strikes me is the connection between Stone’s new, fashion-y wife and his move to decoration.
I followed the 2 Columbus Circle battle intensely closely; I practically lived next door to the Stone family on 64th St; I drive under his Russian wedding cake of a Kennedy Center whenever we’re in DC. And yet, I’ve never heard this thing about his wife. I’d always just understood that the International Style was petering out, following the Baroque/Rococo arc as architects sought to differentiate themselves and began responding to each other, with minimalist modernism echoing itself in the built environment. But really, it was the skirt “he met on an airplane”? [Not to get too Mad Men about it.]
What other random plane encounters do we need to rewrite into our understanding of history and how the world got to be the way it is?
Hello, Columbus [newyorker]

More On The Bosbaan Tribune Building, Gesloopt in 2003-4

bosbaan-before-building.jpg
Here’s a picture of what turns out to be the finishing tower at the Bosbaan in Amsterdamse Bos. It was demolished when the Bosbaan was widened to meet international rowing competition requirements. I can’t tell, though, if this was the same as the “tribune building” “from the twenties” [??] that Korteknie Stuhlmacher Architects mention was also demolished in order that they could build a new boathouse for Okeanos, the student rowing association, and RKNB, the Royal Dutch Rowing Association.
There’s also a new finish tower, but it’s not really a tower, just a box.
bosbaan_boxes-ks.jpg
Roeigebouw Amstelveen, 2000, 2005 | Korteknie Stuhlmacher Architecten [kortekniestuhlmacher.nl]

Foreman’s House At The Bosbaan (gesloopt)

The Bosbaan, or Woods Course, is the oldest manmade rowing lake in the world. It was built in the Amsterdamse Bos in 1936, and it was expanded in 1954.
Which gives a couple of interesting date possibilities for this awesome opzichtershuisje, or foreman’s house. The simple, clapboard and wood frame construction makes me think it’s the latter, though, a post-war modernist bonus. Here’s a Google Map view of it.
Do you see that floating staircase on the front corner there? Do you wonder if Winy Maas saw it at some point, too?
Unfortunately, “gesloopt” is Dutch for “demolished.”

Before There Were Shipping Container Architectures



caravans, originally uploaded by Elmer Kroese.

Awesome, just awesome. Catherina Scholten’s set design for a 2005 production of Chekhov’s “Ivanov” at the outdoor theater in the Amsterdamse Bos [Woods] is just awesome.

Shipping containers topped with mobile homes and trailers, it’s the bestlooking mashup of prefab/modular and adaptive reuse I’ve seen in a long time.

As someone who grew up in North Carolina, where our rural landscapes were always dotted with trailer homes, and where our local newscasts were always dotted with reports of these same trailer homes being destroyed by tornadoes and hurricanes, the prefab and shipping container architecture industry’s condescending silence on the subject of trailer homes has been an embarrassment.

Get in touch with your brokeass roots, hipsters! The Dutch have already leapfrogged ahead!

There are wider and more detailed photos at mijn Amsterdam [via dinosaursandrobots.com]

“OH Yeah, Cocteau. My Main Man.”


Wes Anderson and Jason Schwartzman, “Live at 01”
“Recorded entirely on location at
Borders Store 01
Ann Arbor, Michigan”
I was almost too busy rolling my eyes at these two smug knuckleheads doing a promotional prowl of the CD and DVD aisle to notice the real eyeroller: the corporate reverence for “01” as if a giant, shitty, homogenized bookstore can somehow be unique because it’s the one they’ve cloned everywhere else. [via fimoculous]

Move Along, Nothing Sforza To See Here

I haven’t been paying too close attention to the imagery of the current presidential campaign, but looked at through a Sforzian lens, the McCain campaign stop is mind-bogglingly bad news. The photographs are from McCain’s daughter Meghan’s campaign blog which, by some meaningless sleight of hand, is considered to not be a part of the campaign.
wheres_mccain.jpg
Though the flags and the banner provide wire service photographers with some generic background shots, a look at their product shows they’re free-ranging around just shooting whatever. Not a signature image in the bunch. “Town hall meeting” apparently means “speech in the round, no podium.” Which meant that McCain is lost in the not-that-big crowd, a tiny white-haired dot in the wide shot above.
McCain Blogette’s backstage photos at a recent campaign stop in a warehouse-like arena in York, PA show some slack roadies and handlers hanging around, which is fine, if a little pathetic. Not exactly a tightly run ship, the Straight Talk Express.
mccain_roadies_slackin_off.jpg
None of which means there aren’t interesting/revealing shots. AFP’s Paul J. Richards picked up a sweet product shot of McCain’s not-famous-enough $520 Ferragamo loafers, for example, but that’s not all [via afp/yahoo]:
mccain_ferragamo_afp_pjr.jpg
That rug doesn’t just say “McCain 2008” on it; it says, “Paid for by John McCain 2008” on it. Unless the FEC requires disclosure be included on all indoor/outdoor furnishings [“I’m John McCain, and I approved this rug.”], I think someone just took a screengrab from a campaign commercial and sent it to the rug printer.
mccain_morse_code_poster.jpg
I’m still trying to decide who made this sign, though. It’s “M-C-C-A-I-N” spelled out in tap code, a cipher used by prisoners in solitary confinement. It puts the letters into a 5×5 grid [minus the K]. So M is third row, second column, etc. This sign, in other words, says “JOHN MCCAIN, POW.” I can’t figure out if it was printed by the campaign and handed out, or if this guy just happened to make it himself. [It doesn’t have the two-color printing of the official McCain signs, and the blue is slightly off. But would a random guy put at otherwise meaningless star on the top, and the campaign URL?] Whether it’s supposed to telegraph McCain’s POW bona fides to a knowing audience, or whether it’s meant to imply that McCain’s POW experience somehow qualifies him for the presidency, the relentless playing of the POW card seems beyond the pale.

The Making Of A John Chamberlain Sofa

More 1970’s video awesomeness from Anton Perich’s YouTube channel: this time it’s John Chamberlain with a flensing knife in The Dakota.

The site is a smallish, park-facing room in writer John Hersey’s Dakota apartment. Much of the space is taken up massive, chest-high foam blocks lashed together with cords, which a gruff Chamberlain, dressed in full Pacific Theatre-veteran style–work shorts, mermaid tattoos, back hair, and suspenders–casually carves into one of his trademark sofas as a clutch of jaded groupies look on.
chamberlain_judd_couch_ad.jpg
Unlike the low-slung prototype Chamberlain famously made for Donald Judd, Hersey’s couch stays high enough to climb into.; and it has two seating pits, not one; also, it doesn’t get the sleek, silk parachute cover, just a bunch of striped navy sheets, probably from Bloomingdale’s. Also, as far as I can tell, no one videotaped the inaugural line of coke being cut on Judd’s sofa.
chamberlain_sofa_perich.jpg
The scale of Hersey’s sofa, plus the rawness of its fabrication remind me of Andrea Zittel’s space-filling Raugh Furniture series in a way that both Judd’s and Yvonne’s more furniture-like sofas don’t.
zittel_raugh_thumbs.jpg
And watching Chamberlain, it’s impossible not to think of whale blubber being carved, either, which brings to mind–of all people–Matthew Barney. For all the car crashing of Cremaster 3 and the Vaseline-slice&molding of Drawing Restraint 9, I’d never thought of these two sculptors together before.
Anyway, if you’ve always wanted a Chamberlain sofa, but didn’t want to spend five figures for it, this is a great how-to video.

2025 update: Perich re-uploaded a slightly improved version from the one 16 years ago:

The Sound Of One Hand Patting Itself On The Back


Just, wow. John Cage, Merce Cunningham, Louise Nevelson, and yet the sycophancy and superciliousness of this 1974 interview in SoHo by a couple of early Interview contributors is almost unwatchable. Almost. I just watched it again:

R. Couri Hay: My name is Couri Hay. Tonight Anton Perich and I are in SoHo, and we’re very privileged and happy to be at Louise Nevelson’s house where we’ve just had a fabulous extravaganza in black and white, a benefit. party for Merce Cunningham and his dance studio. We’re gonna hear–talk tonight with John Cage, who has done much of the fabulous avant-garde music for Merce’s work. And of course, in the middle, we have Louise Nevelson sculptress extraordinaire, and then, of course, Merce Cunningham, who I guess has been the star of the party.
Merce Cunningham: [laughing] Louise Nevelson has been the star of the party. Look at her! What more do you have to see?
Louise Nevelson: [talking over]
MC: What am I supposed to say, should I thank–
CH: No, no, just tell me: did you have a great time?
John Cage: [running interference] Everyone has been a star, we’ve had practically, what, 200 stars?
LN: We’ve had 200 stars, but some stars shine more than others.

And on it goes, for like 35 minutes. I listen to every Cage interview I can dig up, and I have never found one so content-free. I guess it’s good to be reminded of the social context in which even the people you revere had to work.
[via artforum/video]