Posted on 04 March 2010
Fischli and Weiss, Der Lauf Der Dinge (The Way Things Go), video, 30′, 1987
Honda Ad, 2003
OK Go – This Too Shall Pass, 2009
I remember the choreographer João Fiadeiro once showing Fischli & Weiss’s work during some seminar or workshop and talking about what in his mind made it so impressive: necessity. Although it might seem like anything can happen, what happens is exactly what needs to happen. A tautology that evolves in time? But isn’t any proof precisely that – a dynamic tautology?
So is it because it’s a proof that it’s so appealing?
A proof of what?
Of how things go, we are tempted to say.
Which, of course, is just silly talk. It’s precisely because things don’t go this way that we enjoy it so much. It’s because the unexpected becomes necessary.
What about this “evolution”? The work of art turned into a commercial turned into a music video. Don’t expect any moral judgement on that. Actually, I enjoyed all three videos.
We could discuss the question of authorship. But we won’t. (Fischli & Weiss threatened to sue Honda).
Here’s what I’ve been pondering on: what exactly are the differences?
Because, once you’ve accepted that they’re all in the same category (actually, this type of inventions is called either Heath Robinson contraptions (UK), or (more commonly) Rube Goldberg Machines (US) and have been in popular culture at least since the beginning of the 20th century), you can see into how very different they are.
So what makes it an art project, a commercial, a music video?
If we turn the volume off, what changes?
If we put music, or switch it from one video to another?
The timing, the materials, the way things go and pass.
What sort of universe appears in each of them?
Yes, that’s precious: they each have their own universe. They are entities. You can easily find yourself around them, with their texture, their dynamics, their smell…
One more thing: aren’t they each hiding in their specific ways this very basic urge for things to make sense?
If that is so, it’s beyond necessity or discovery. It’s the comfort of order. The sense that somewhere beyond the frame, things are just waiting to come into action, to move into view. And their potential is already in perfect harmony with the moment when they will become what they are meant to be. The best of possible worlds.
It shouldn’t come as a surprize that these delicately balancing certainties remind us of childhood.

Posted on 23 February 2010
Bloodshedding pieces of black-and-white happiness.
The unfair balance of the picture.
The wider picture. The bloody wider picture always giving it the color that wasn’t there in the first place.
Notice: the wider picture is never the first place. It comes as we back up, until we are nowhere to be found, impressed by the relation of the Thing with that wide horizon, that swift encompassing of the Other into the Thing.
The unfair balance of the picture. Nothing should ever be framed. Frames should be prohibited, forcing us into oblivion, into focusing on the End nearest us. Who knows how many Santa Clauses are necessary?
The unfair balance of the picture.
The pictures are by, in order of appearance, Diane Arbus, Miko?aj Chylak, Diane Arbus, Fischli & Weiss.
Posted on 23 February 2010
Bloodshedding pieces of black-and-white happiness.
The unfair balance of the picture.
The wider picture. The bloody wider picture always giving it the color that wasn’t there in the first place.
Notice: the wider picture is never the first place. It comes as we back up, until we are nowhere to be found, impressed by the relation of the Thing with that wide horizon, that swift encompassing of the Other into the Thing.
The unfair balance of the picture. Nothing should ever be framed. Frames should be prohibited, forcing us into oblivion, into focusing on the End nearest us. Who knows how many Santa Clauses are necessary?
The unfair balance of the picture.
The pictures are by, in order of appearance, Diane Arbus, Miko?aj Chylak, Diane Arbus, Fischli & Weiss.
Posted on 18 February 2010
What is it that we like about simplicity? Is it not that it’s close to us? It is attainable, like something that is nearly us. Or, to put it differently – an it that almost makes it into me. Thus, an imaginary community. Yes, if I dared, I would say simplicity gives us an imaginary community. A universe we don’t need to adhere to, as it has already adhered to us.
The video, directed by Johannes Nyholm, is both a music video for Little Dragon, and a pilot of Nyholm’s short film Dreams from The Woods.
Posted on 16 February 2010
Le Monde des Montagnes (The World of Mountains), an ECAL graduate project by Camille Scherrer
Nothing to stop us from getting lost. From deciding we no longer belong here, and using all our knowledge and craft to make this place just confusing enough to dream.
Be it an augmented reality, be it a book, a picture that can actually be moving. Be it our imposing of what’s in our head, or rather, what dropped by for just a second, only to fool us into believing we own it, we are it.
Nothing to stop us from finding our way. With every single hesitating step we so confidently make into this our augmented reality, with more of you than I could ever have hoped for, with less of me than you would expect, with just enough of us to get the picture.
And move on. As if nothing really happened. As if.
(via)
Posted on 11 February 2010
Who is it for?
Oh, what a dreadful question.
How embarrassing, how belittling, how pitiful.
1: what is the music?
2: can’t we think of circumstances where it doesn’t matter?
3 (with some leftovers): but aren’t we losing something essential here? Some mistery we break to put it all into the social gesture, as if art really could be effective, as if it ever were, but what does that mean, how do we measure it, but doesn’t it become too close to being measurable?
4: can’t it be enjoyable? Can’t it be blatantly focused on the audience?
This, of course, does not mean it can’t be personal. On the contrary, one could openly use this focus and transform it through the connection of the two sides, as in Dan Graham’s Performer/Audience/Mirror. But this ever-sacriligeous focus on the audience need not be objectifying, or at least not so openly. Think of applying the concept to the personal, the intimate. What sort of audience are we then?
Part 2 etc
How close to us. Ever closer.
Until, say, we reach the peak, we go beyond the intimate, beyond the sapiens, we give the monkey a camera, dreamfuly believing this is what the monkey sees, dreamfuly hoping (with a tad of gentle self-irony) that this picture, taken by our object, of us, brings us closer, tells us something more about this subject, when in fact it once again brings us back to who we are, as an audience, an audience that acts.
(more pictures taken by Nonja can be found here)
Posted on 01 January 2010
Nadja Bournonville, A Form of Protection (2008)
What I like most are the hands.
And the neck.
It’s tense. See the two lines suavely drawing their way into the chest. And the hands, a pianist’s hands, playing out their protagonism, exploring the absent look to shine, and yet tense, they remain, maybe, it’s what they hold, and not who?
(via)
Posted on 26 December 2009
Gabriel Cornelius von Max, Monkeys as Judges of Art (1840)
(I’m the small one watching the work, the one in the middle, whose profile can be seen behind the bent knee)