throw me some adjectives:
dreamy
pastoral
Hassan Khan - Jewel
hold my connotation to your denotation, and we all fall flat in pronunciations
This new video by independent Canadian dance music producers The Scotty Pippens dives into the musical potential of pubes.
Nathan Phillips Park
….which leads to consensus building
Wed feb 15th - pre deleuze class
The university has a visiting artists series every Wednesday.
AA BRONSON
After introductions, a man with a glorious beard stands up, and he explains that he is one of the members of A General Idea. My brain busts open and I picture myself standing in the middle of the AGO, scouring through various publications and prints. I remeber the makeshift cubicle wallpapered with cheeky collages and print interventions. I remember the black and white photographs, and images of the storefront. I remember the envy I felt for an art collective that nudged its way into Canadian history. The sides of my ribs lift up every time AA Bronson endearingly explains various Toronto references. He pronounces the second ‘t’ consciously; here is my neighbour.
The audience might have been sitting cross-legged with chins propped up clasped fists. AA Bronson reflected on his experiences with a commune in San Francisco, and the commitment to a basic rule of consensus for the activities in the house. He glinted through his beard when he dryly commented that it got challenging when the house was wall-to-wall with sleeping bags.
What a delicacy: we heard stories of purchasing a 1940’s pre-war fashion store in the 1980’s for $150, of self-portraits of all three members of A General Idea - AA Bronson, Felix Parts and Jorge Zonta, of relationships to Andy Warhol and side commentary of parallel in works, of fashion contests, of provoking conversations about queer identity, and other memento artist career moments. He shares the notorious secret that Piet Mondrain hated green so much, that he would paint his flower stems white.
A General Idea had developed a magazine to reach outside of Toronto: the delightful FILE magazine, which was the arena for making evocative photography and articles arrive at doorsteps.
File Magazine (all text, no images) Nomi klaus…
Then,
of HIV/AIDS.
They created this iconic image to help the tight lipped population be confronted with the virus. Viral: wallpaper the issue, place it in nyc subways to cross all ethnicities, classes, and peoples.
Without a change in tone, without a dramatic pause, without a sigh, or any usual accents of grief, AA Bronson held a calm gaze at the podium when he said “So after years of being a collaborative artist, I had to be a solo artist.” Both Felix and Jorge were diagnosed with HIV. After the medical report, the collective, together, they endured through pills and deteriorating health. They counted pills, and inflated them into balloons for installations. They had a years worth of supply on walls, with five pills a day enlarged through floor sculptures.
Then during the slide show, he flicks to the photo of Felix’s cadaver, and there he gazes back to us; flicks to the photo of Jorge’s skeleton, and he teeters out of the living flesh.
I felt right then: loss barrels down on a person, eliciting creative intercession.
AA Bronson took portraits of his collaborators; then himself. It was a quiet uncovering.
He told us stories with light in his eyes still.
–
Arhm Choi, from “The Painting” (via hypocrite-lecteur
)
