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MASTER RESIDENCY IN THE CARPATHIANS

3 Jul

This is a great opportunity for an artist who is willing to give their all and present the kind of challenging work that can sometimes lead to them getting it in the neck. The deadline already passed for this year, but they’re definitely always looking for new blood.

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ARTBOLLOCKSONATE

12 Jan

Some lovely artbollockry by Zuzana Pacáková has come my way, promoting a solo exhibition in Slovakia of work by an artist called Viktor Frešo. Obviously we’ll give them some slack for writing in a language other than their own. Unfortunately most of that slack is immediately stretched taut again by Pacáková’s surgical mastery of that esoteric, malignant art: writing hundreds of words that are grammatically correct and yet mean absolutely nothing. Indeed, she (I’m pretty certain the writer is female, correct me if I’m wrong) writes like somebody born and bred in the land of Artbollocks…

“The Connection [NOTE: the exhibition’s name] interconnects different media, approaches and forms that seem to be mutually independent. They represent a kind of an absurd parallel to “3 in 1″ (CD, DVD, T-shirt and sticker as a bonus) musical production packages. The connection, however, is not definitive, as individual forms continue to develop and react in interconnection with intelligence, poetry and humour. This is a sort of Schwittersian accumulation of material and void that subsequently creates different spatial architectures – connections. Pure, at first sight simple, spontaneous and rough interventions – gestures (situate, bend down, put, attach, move, cut off) create plasticity of surfaces and visual poetry. Individual juxtapositions of objects redefine reality just to change it later.”

For a start, if you’re getting a CD, a DVD, a T-shirt and a sticker, then surely that’s four things, not three? Do packages like this even exist, anyway?

I’ve seen this oxymoronic “interconnects things that are independent” gambit before when the curator or writer has apparently just thrown up their hands in despair at gaining any kind of intellectual traction with the material in front of them. Translated into plain English it usually means something like: “This exhibition is a total dog’s dinner and I can’t see any meaningful connection between the different things that are in it. Seriously, I’ve got nothing.” Another false notion commonly put forth in artbollocks apologias for lazy work is that simply putting unrelated objects in physical proximity to each other is sufficient to elevate them to the realm of art. Continue reading

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