tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188733384639460211.post8955065819506656034..comments2019-11-26T20:07:01.446-05:00Comments on Bittre Tarts: Thinking about likingNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04192252038188277118noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188733384639460211.post-6355048426879335602009-08-09T10:42:53.973-04:002009-08-09T10:42:53.973-04:00I feel like that's the point though... I want ...I feel like that's the point though... I want to be appalled!Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192252038188277118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188733384639460211.post-26895583501782724482009-08-09T04:37:41.525-04:002009-08-09T04:37:41.525-04:00I guess another thing is that for me dialogue, eve...I guess another thing is that for me dialogue, even more than process, is ultimately what any creative work I consider successful is about; I'm not very comfortable with [and rarely inspired or moved by] a rigid division between Artist and Audience, or with Art Product and Its Environment. The first project *is* collaborative, even if its collaborators are unwitting [which kind of works in its favor given the potential hilarious horror of someone seeing their own half-assed poorly-thought-out twitter garbage given physical incarnation]. The second has a strong concept - I understand that its rigid fitness to a very limited purpose contrasted with the overtly-stated death sentence hanging over its head is the better part of what it's about, but I can't imagine someone sitting down to eat their lunch on it without getting in trouble with art gallery staff, and that immediately makes me kind of bored with it.<br /><br />This is the same reason I like games and graffiti ["as art," I mean] and playing music with other people and especially performing it in public and why I think Christo is an insufferable douchebag.<br /><br />This was a lot longer before, but once again I forgot the correct combination of the right browser to use and which cookies I can't reject if blogspot isn't to totally eat my comment. I should really be doing these on paper first, or at least in a text file.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188733384639460211.post-73542075071178415272009-08-09T04:01:01.381-04:002009-08-09T04:01:01.381-04:00Also, I officially hate blogger/blogspot, because ...Also, I officially hate blogger/blogspot, because I realized the reason my comments always get destroyed is because I am strict about cookie control and because I usually use a browser that doesn't support iframes.<br /><br />IF I CAN'T STILL ACCESS A WEBSITE IN LYNX IT AUTOMATICALLY SUCKSAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188733384639460211.post-59293114693156590102009-08-09T03:58:37.604-04:002009-08-09T03:58:37.604-04:00My "gut reactions" are exactly the oppos...My "gut reactions" are exactly the opposite.<br /><br />I like "Murmur Study" now that I've seen it. I hated it in theory primarily because I think twitter is redundant, overhyped technology, but I think the impact of being around it would be lovely; simultaneously ominous and soothing, as it should be. And I think you're correct in saying that your career as a preservationist makes the topic feel more old-hat to you. Whereas looking at the other piece just... really, really pisses me off. I'm not sure exactly what it is. Maybe it's just that it's more recognizably "Fine-Art"-lic due to its presentation, or something. I don't know. The only "Big Art" that's ever really moved me has been the kind that's integrated organically into architecture or landscapes; I'm automatically biased against it otherwise. Oh, I guess there was a Jenny Holzer installation once that I felt pretty positive about. But that was it. Also, monolithic single-colored geometric forms do not appeal to me in the slightest. There's something unappealingly 20th-century about them, even when they're kind of convoluted.<br /><br />It's nice that they recycle it afterwards, because it definitely feels a lot more OH ICK PERMANENT HORRORS than a bunch of little paper ribbons. Maybe that's a large part of it too; stronger environmental guilt alarm bells get set off by Styrofoam than Plain Paper. <br /><br />I really don't want to post this because my internal editor is loud and abrasive, but since you're talking 'bout gut reactions, I'll just go ahead and do it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188733384639460211.post-55225685262273237222009-07-21T09:26:43.497-04:002009-07-21T09:26:43.497-04:00My gut reactions were pretty similar. To me, Murm...My gut reactions were pretty similar. To me, Murmur Study feels kind of despairing about people's informational byproducts, while the other one feels like it's talking about physical byproducts as some awesome, perverse accomplishment. And that second thing is more interesting to me, and if only by virtue of "feeling less negative." Of course, I made up that negativity after looking at it, and someone could just as easily come up with opposite conclusions about both and favor the first for the same reason I favor the second.<br /><br />I really like how the article you linked talks about how even though you feel like the piece should be depressing what with its environmental implications, it ends up being just really awesome and fun to be in the same room with.Librarian Russhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02120051683493366959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188733384639460211.post-51534861400666258402009-07-20T17:48:10.766-04:002009-07-20T17:48:10.766-04:00mm-hmm.mm-hmm.Erin K Drewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15111837410014434368noreply@blogger.com