Straddling Worlds
I like everything in theory, but very little in practice.
Hold a BFA in sculpture. But I make movies. Living in LA.
This is a digital record of my ongoing interests and musings.
I don't presume anyone will find this particularly interesting, yet I'll do it anyway.
I sometimes come off as pretentious/elitist because sometimes I am.
But I'm working on that.
Straddling Worlds
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Cognition Room
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muumuuhouse:

Ben Lerner interview in New York Magazine
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Cognition Room
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blastmastr:

b&w preview of a poster i made to help a friend fund his art film on kickstarter. a large print of the color version will be available as a reward to backers, along with posters by other artists. i’ll share the link when the kickstarter page goes live.

The handsome and talented Dean Sudarsky has designed a poster for my upcoming short.
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This Is The Face of My Mental Illness
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lalandmark:

Tropical Malady (Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004)
lalandmark:

Tropical Malady (Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004)
lalandmark:

Tropical Malady (Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004)
lalandmark:

Tropical Malady (Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004)
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"Penises and ejaculate and prostate glands occur in nature, but the notion that these anatomical traits comprise a sex—a discrete class, separate and distinct, metaphysically divisible from some other sex, the “other sex” —is simply that: a notion, an idea. The penises exist; the male sex does not. The male sex is socially constructed. It is a political entity that flourishes only through acts of force and sexual terrorism. Apart from the global inferiorization and subordination of those who are defined as “nonmale,” the idea of personal membership in the male sex class would have no recognizable meaning. It would make no sense. No one could be a member of it and no one would think they should be a member of it. There would be no male sex to belong to. That doesn’t mean there wouldn’t still be penises and ejaculate and prostate glands and such. It simply means that the center of our selfhood would not be required to reside inside an utterly fictitious category—a category that only seems real to the extent that those outside it are put down."
John Stoltenberg | Refusing to Be a Man (1989)
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failedprojects:

"Muffy" is about adolescent and childhood sexuality. The works come out of my own early sexual thoughts, feelings and inclinations, which were greatly influenced by pop culture, the Internet, my home life and my dreams. A large part of the show is about my pre-pubescent life exploring the chat room scene in the late ’90s. It ended up being a very dramatic experience, because the Internet, contrary to popular belief, is actually a really emotional place. Interacting with people online heightens emotions in ways that real life interactions don’t. So much of the translation of my work to the gallery space was about translating that emotion you feel when you’re really caught up with something online, just projecting everything onto it, enjoying the mystery and intrigue it brings into your life and the total anger and horror you feel when things don’t go your way. When you get trolled or get caught up in some crazy comment thread, it can feel way shittier than someone being aggro to your face. I wanted to show that sense of vulnerability and insanity, romance and sadness.
via Verbatim: Ann Hirsch - Interviews - Art in America
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"Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them."
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via experiencinghumanity)
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Cognition Room.