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• Spam chronique for tsnok “sticky eye”

  My name is Vera

  How are you today?

• A Lapdog, NOT!

  KJARTAN SLETTEMARK BY ANNIKA ERIKSSON In 1976, the Norwegian/Swedish artist Kjartan Slettemark dressed up in a white poodle costume and walked around the opening of Malmö Konsthall. Upon the arrival of the museum director, he went to attack, biting and growling but also wagging his tail and trying to please. As a pet that not […]

• Hypocrite lecteur, mon semblable, mon frère!

  OK, stuff Foucault. We’re talking about Savannah Bob. In this case, the texts have been written in a situation where it was not possible to write without hiding behind a pseudonym. Anonymity is something else.

• A Happy Picture in a Sad Frame

  Olav Westphalen
   

• UNDO

  Undo: the Real – Losing your consistency with the time passed since the departure. Reading a few fragments, feeding the jellyfish.

• Spam chronique for tsnoK, ”pill”

  BY NATHALIE FOUGERAS, June 2010 So, we built for you and your loved ones. We built a service for video and written messages. We built you a place where you can leave instructions on how to deactivate your social life. If you died tomorrow. Open a account today, because you care about your loved ones, […]

• Why didn’t Piero Manzoni use my sewing machine?

  Piero Manzoni was born on July 13th 1933 and died on February 6th 1963, therefore in 2013 will be the 50th anniversary of his death and the 80th of his birth.

  This is a transcription of Piero Manzoni’s Infinite Line with Sewing Machine, a Performance by Elena Berriolo

• Problems with how Nature can be interpreted in artistic processes, and what I am working on at the moment

  The process is like an octopus sometimes, one of those disgusting octopuses with a big heavy occiput which looks like a cross between a fester and a water-filled balloon. In that head, in the mind, there is either a muscle visible under the skin, or else there aren´t any muscles at all, alternatively withered muscles and a lot of skin.

• Lullaby

  Annika von Hausswolff writes about an image by Ola Åstrand

  A reclined woman, her posture slightly askew. The image is cropped just below one breast. The other breast is not showing, assumingly resting intact just outside the frame. Actually, the perceptible breast is not there either. Not if you consider the place it ought to be in relation to the given anatomy of the body. The breast is hovering elsewhere. If you let your eyes glide along the outline of the body, it can be found to the right of the head. The nipple seems erected and points to the left. The breast looks like a spaceship about to be engulfed by a black hole.

• The hypermediate strategy of Sayuri Michima

  The story of Parrhasius and Zeuxis written by Pliny the Elder in the first century AD expresses the most universal attitude towards art among the ancient Greeks and Romans. It’s about a painter called Zeuxis and his contemporary Parrhasius, who stage a contest to determine the greater artist. When Zeuxis unveils his painting of grapes, they appear so real birds fly down to peck at them. But when Zeuxis asks Parrhasius to pull aside the curtain from his painting, the curtain itself turns out to be a painted illusion. Parrhasius wins, and Zeuxis admits that although he has deceived the birds, Parrhasius has deceived him.