Posts tagged ‘Art’

January 26, 2012

contre sl’activisme

a very brief brainstorm on the nature of art, both in commercial and activist settings.

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It doesn’t calm down.  It does calm down.  It doesn’t calm down.

Yarnbombing is a form of fibre based installation art.  It is both sculptural and painterly.  There is a line and a form.  It is not a genre of art, it is a technique.  It can be used as a form of graffiti and street tagging, it can be used in huge installations for international ad campaigns.

Knitta please has been yarnbombing for x amount of years, and being a grown woman, a professional artist, she can do as she damn well pleases.  Her installation in the gap campaign was executed very well and looked fabulous.  Commercial art, albeit commercial, remains art.

I, for one, am apolitical.  Call me a dirty capitalist [which I suppose has less credibility than a dirty communist, or whatever you people are calling yourselves now] but as the ‘occupy’ ‘movements’ were happening, I was pretty ambivalent to the ‘activists’, maybe even a little angry with them.  Was I ‘anti-occupy’?  maybe – not that I’m against the need to change our backwards society, but since nobody stood up and took any kind of control or desire to make any kind of actual change, the whole effort seemed to fall flat.  I don’t think people can realistically visualize what ‘99%’ really looks like, and I sure don’t align myself with these ‘99%ers’.  Thank god I moved out of montreal – or the non-philosophy of OM would have been shoved down my throat, or being shamed for not partaking.

But this is just part of the problem – if the occupiers are so upset about not having jobs, then why shame an artist who took on a commercial gig?  Why did they instead waste their time sitting around viger square and become vocally enraged at their own lack of employment?  Why not join the forces of the city of montreal and get paid to clean up the mess they made?  Is their a pride in remaining poor and bitter to fellow artists who have truly said ‘enough!’ and put their skills to real use?  To me, the life of the starving artist has less credibility than the working artist.  It is indeed a tough world for the visual artists – but we are creative people by nature.  Surely we can be creative, stay creative, not have to compromise our vision, AND get paid for it?  Our lives do not have to be mutually exclusive from one another.  This is a very very very old topic, one that has been covered countless times, both by myself and other artists who have the capacity to think beyond their own stinking ego.

This is where yarn bombing sets in.  the artists of graffiti movement of the 80s and 90s were confronted with the same dilemma.  Do I ‘sell-out’ or remain underground?  Both have their cons, both have their pros, I suppose.  But as I’m growing older, into a more adult form, the less I want to work some silly job full-time [even tho I really quite enjoy my jobs and are very flexible] and wish to focus more on my art and my farm and my husband – the things that are most valuable to me.  I’m not going to kid myself, I know that deep down I’m a Warholian.  I believe in the power of mass art – be it produced or propagated.

Art can be used as a form of protest against being sold something; art can be used to sell you something.  THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO.  In both cases, once it leaves the artist, it ceases to have anything to do with the artist.  In either cases, once it leaves the artist, it belongs to the people.  Either left to the elements on a street post or encased in plastic on a billboard.  Just because I’m open to working commercially doesn’t ever mean that I’ll stop street tagging.  The purposes of both are so different that one should not have to choose!  The Artist has the right to exercise as many functions of art as they so desire without being castigated by those who choose to exercise as few as their ego allows.

Let’s not be hipsters about this – irony is no longer a valid argument.  Let’s push things forward and rebuild.  Is mercury in retrograde?  No.  there is no point in refusing to expand one’s art.

I put too much effort into remaining active to be an activist – too much effort into my own evolution and change to stand around and demand someone else to do it for me.

 

now that this is all said and done i can get on with my post about Sharpay Evans

March 4, 2011

smiles all around

we’ve made it.

through february.

[an excerpt from elisabeth belliveau's wonderful book, 'the great hopeful someday']

miss belliveau has been at the forefront of the great inspirators of the ilhu industries ever since i picked up this book some years ago. some people turn to the bible or to that girl who write the harry potters [what's her name?  doesn't matter] for spiritual guidance and everything that is down and needing a great uplifting – well, i’ve been using TGHS as this type of guide ever since i laid my filthy paws all over it. [no seriously the once immaculate white cover shows the marked wear of a graphite abuser].

and recently a dear _r gave me her then newest book ‘don’t get lonely don’t get lost’ for x-mass and i just about wet myself.

don't get lonely don't get lost

i am constantly haunted by her writing – the story of being mugged in london has stayed with me ever since the night i cracked it open.

SO IT HAS BEGUN.  THAT LONG LETTING GO.

you get the idea.  i essentially covet e’s work and often find myself melding life scenes together in her line drawing style.

ALL THIS TO SAY

i am so so pleased to see that she will be showing her work at MONASTIRAKI [get there!]

opening tonight!

oh! can you just ~feel~ my excitement oozing out of your screen??

and if anyone has $500 kicking around, my love is once again officially for sale.

February 28, 2011

i could tell you about the river or we could just get in

 

OPENING THURSDAY MARCH 3RD AT 5

I COULD TELL YOU ABOUT THE RIVER OR WE COULD JUST GET IN

a text-based group show presented by art matters and les territoires

anxious about tomorrow’s installation, putting the finishing touches on my HIVE MIND piece.  i’ll also be showing my massive crocheted panel and TO THE FUCKING BONE.

so

opening is thursday!  be there!

Les Territoires
Belgo, suite 527
372 Sainte-Catherine street West
Montreal (Quebec)

February 3, 2011

be good // imbolc // our virus

sun room

 

be good

 

imbolc

 

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our virus is the sun.

our sublime slandering.

you are the opponent of the moral.

our love yawns.

selfish sin is dark, dissatisfied.

a parade of transcendental values.

our instinct for laughter.

our virus is virtue, infinite.

our brave chaos.

our gilded curiousity.

our bored metaphor.

secret selves grasped.

unspoken spiritualization suspended.

inner horizon of exultant multiplicity.

our glittering discipline.

our clumsy charm.

October 5, 2010

My Name Is

My name is heather utah and i’m a yarn bomber.
The proof is in the paper.

I learn from the best.

“Never lose hope, be persistent and stubborn and never give up.
There are many instances in history where apparent losers suddenly turn out to be winners unexpectedly, so you should never conclude all hope is lost.”

- Ted Kaczynski

eventually, there comes some semblance of recognition.   just – be sure you don’t kill any one in the process?
-the management

laurier and clark

September 15, 2010

Absorption Rates May Apply

today when walking to david’s tea i turned a corner and heard someone playing central park style piano with their 3rd floor apartment door open.
sometimes
i wonder

later that evening i had the immense honour of watching tarkovsky’s ZERKALO


less of a ‘movie’ and more of a cinematographic experience
even during a post-krushchev russia, tarkovsky managed to create a piece almost entirely devoid of political comment – even while including historical footage of war
the kind of film that tugs the back of your eyelids in lucid familiarity
after a spell of films that have left me desiring more, zerkalo is overflowing – above and beyond ART,,,,,

the film also features one of my favourite pieces by JS Bach Das alte Jahr vergangen ist
which is if not eerily similar to, reminds me of how i feel when i listen to C Cat Trance’s ‘Taksim

what do you think?

September 8, 2010

Zany Zine Zone

zine sun lovin’

the newest member of the 6PPP family is YARNBOMBING

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deluxxe 1st edition of 20 come with 3 MINIBOMBS!

so, if you’re jonesing for some immediate tagging, i’d get it ASAP

July 22, 2010

bombs not guns

Now the rain’s like gravel on old tin roof
And the Burlinton Northern’s pullin’ out of the world
With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw.
And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all.

comfort tagging, yarn bombing, grafknitti [though i'm not much of a knitter]

st viateur and st urbain

laurier and clark

fairmount and parc ave

i do this for many reasons

like rebelling against the colour grey which we are coerced into having a relationship with in this disgusting urban environment

like opening up a dialogue with my fellow citizens.  living in a closed world, the subversive act of doing something unusual in a public space creates a safe place to ask the questions ‘what are you doing?’ ‘who are you?’

this is a good thing, i tell myself

this is not like dancing alone

this is like being something realer

this is reeling from the blow of returning to the [un]fair city.

the light here is not unlike trying to photograph heat
my keyboard is still set to german because i couldn’t stop writing about einstürzende neubauten

here’s to hoping my Ys and Zs are easilz transferable and feral enough to hold their own

in effort to not turn into a sponge, i created a little [semi small] art book of 10 mixed media drawings

duet cover

duet epic

to the mewling of our qat outside, i dreamed of hugging and running to the sea.

i wonder what that feels like.

July 5, 2010

word on the street

so tenderly detached / in contrapposto stance

we came

we saw

we burned

and we took names

chelsea lights

a bergamot embrace incinerating old spice
a hollow glance

following the spiders and pianos surrounding the city

speed painting in acrylic but not that kind

ilhu does union square

word on the street is i am not a painter

earl grey ice cream for lunch

the heat is pervasive

even upon my return

every step into sunlight is a constant reminder of my life there

there

in B R <3 <3 K L Y N

from across

speaking in ghost hands
these monsters know what’s in store
it is lemonade
it is burning
burning
burning

the false herbs return

it is not the same

word on the street is we are lonely for strangers

April 2, 2010

A New Primary Loser

pre show madness for the external masses

cone drone

cone tops

i took photos of the other 2 rgb pieces but they will look so much more interesting when installed.

in other news,
expanding my primary colours so expanding from the gallery will look a little less…..obvious.
you….didn’t think i was just going to ride this one safe, right?

primary

today i saw beautiful losers and i feel like it was one of those art films that i was supposed to feel UGH DAMN ARTISTS LOVING WHAT THEYRE DOING IS SO OBNOXIOUS but it WASNT!  as corny as it sounds, listening to these ‘diy-ers’ made SENSE.  it seems that the art industry is working backwards now – that this system is something that must be immediately sought after before one even has a chance to find something to say.  instead of making our own path and finding our own people, we are more or less coerced into these professional relationships and art taught the conventions without much thought to alternative.  the focus on our learning is of how to get people to notice us, how to make art watered down enough to be accepted by any number of juries or councils.  voiceless voided art is what will be rejected the least, according to the polls.

but who are these people?  where did they come from?  the dreckitudes of our society who make art because they make things that are missing in the world.  the purpose for making is an act in innovation because the things they like to look at don’t quite exist yet.  only after this does the filter kick in – would i show this to someone? yes or no.  make it happen.  it doesn’t take years to make a drawing.  it shouldn’t be a horrendous effort of haggling and begging to make what you feel is real.  just do it.  live off apples, sell your house and sleep in your studio.  what would you sacrifice to make what you want?

you are your own upper hand.  every moment is a ‘make it work’ moment.  if you want your work to be seen and you feel you have something to say, and hold the ability to say it with enough conviction, then you learn to make you own space to go along with it.  either way you’ll be working your ass off – who do you want to take the credit?

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