Miscellaneous

Monday, February 15th, 2016

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. ENTER >>


Wednesday, September 9th, 2015

The rationally unattainable certainty

No one in the audience doubts that he is telling the truth, not even Wittgenstein, who might have been there. But Wittgenstein does not understand why Moore is saying it; he has never heard any one utter that kind of sentence before, so naturally he is a bit puzzled. ENTER >>


Monday, September 22nd, 2014

Throuwe by Sebastian Rozenberg

“I admit to being a bit thrown when I saw you yesterday” ENTER >>


Wednesday, August 27th, 2014

The Archive Gallery presents Laura Kikauka

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Honolulu Honky Tonk. ENTER >>


Sunday, August 3rd, 2014

SHAMAN FREUD: PASCAL LIEVRE’S TOTEM UND TABU

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In his 2010 ‘Bad Romance’ exhibition, Pascal Lievre began using glitter on his paintings. ENTER >>


Friday, July 18th, 2014

Plasma

Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. ENTER >>


Wednesday, March 26th, 2014

A short statement on the predicament of experimental art

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By: Olav Westphalen

The sophistication it takes to spot the difference between the real thing and the postcard version is rare among contemporary audiences. But a lack of attention needn’t be bad. Some things develop better in the shade. ENTER >>


Friday, December 6th, 2013

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

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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. ENTER >>


Thursday, August 15th, 2013

“the ‘means’ [le moyen] is also a means to achieve something other than its own end.” Ranciere, 2012

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http://vimeo.com/56662654…


Saturday, April 27th, 2013

The hypermediate strategy of Sayuri Michima

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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. ENTER >>


Friday, March 15th, 2013

Mladen Stilinovic, An artist who cannot speak English is no artist, 1992

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Not only does the banner claim that “an artist who cannot speak is no artist”, thereby pointing at the linguistic paradigm of contemporary discourse of discourse critique – a discursive tendency which tends to promote ’interesting’, discussion-based art work (or – God forbid – conversation pieces), it also claims that the artist should speak a certain language. ENTER >>


Tuesday, February 26th, 2013

Why didn’t Piero Manzoni use my sewing machine?

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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 ENTER >>


Wednesday, March 14th, 2012

tsnoK says: Her collaboration with capital is a system error (posted 5 March 2012)

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The exhibition, Abstract Possible: The Stockholm Synergies at Tensta Konsthall and Bukowskis exposes a problem that both Swedish and international art criticism has had for quite a long time. Political exhibitions that don’t just represent opinions or document political situations, that work within the political – as, for example, Santiago Sierra does, or Maria Lind – is not treated by criticism as art in politics, or in the realm of… ENTER >>


Tuesday, June 21st, 2011

A Happy Picture in a Sad Frame

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Olav Westphalen
  ENTER >>


Monday, April 11th, 2011

Spam chronique for tsnok “sticky eye”

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My name is Vera

How are you today? ENTER >>


Sunday, March 20th, 2011

Learning by Doing

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When visiting Detroit last year, I encountered an abandoned school that caught my particular interest. I
was travelling with the economic historian, photographer and researcher Jan Jörnmark, visiting
abandoned sites in order to document effects of the ongoing globalization for an upcoming book. ENTER >>


Friday, January 14th, 2011

UNDO

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


Friday, January 14th, 2011

Spam chronique for tsnok “Calories”

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No Pumps, No Surgery, No Exercises: 128 bit order processing. ENTER >>


Sunday, November 21st, 2010

The Coating by Stephen Sarrazin

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Bad Romance
Solo Show Pascal Lièvre
Galerie Vanessa Quang, Paris
4 septembre-30 octobre 2010 ENTER >>


Monday, October 25th, 2010

Spam chronique for tsnoK, “Vote”

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Monday, September 20th, 2010

Art School Odyssey

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BY EVA BJÖRKSTRAND ENTER >>


Friday, September 17th, 2010

Cykel / Bicycle

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BY LINA PERSSON

The world shrunk and I could visit my friend in Vänge whenever I wanted to. Places interconnect in new ways. There was a straight path through the forest between Halla and Viklau which was a kilometer shorter than the long route by car. With my bicycle I can easily stop, take a side route and see where the grown-over path leads. Daily commuting is repeated with variations. ENTER >>


Monday, September 13th, 2010

Spam chronique for tsnoK, ”pill”

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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, perfect clones of Well Known Watches. Specializing in Replica designer watches, the economy… ENTER >>


Monday, September 13th, 2010

A Lapdog, NOT!

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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 yet had accepted the quiet restrictions of its existence, he categorically went for people… ENTER >>


Monday, August 30th, 2010

Lullaby

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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. ENTER >>


Monday, August 30th, 2010

Portrait of Karl Marx as a young god

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Lars-Erik Hjertström Lappalainen on a work by Gernot Wieland

Gernot Wieland’s video Portait of Karl Marx as a young god was on display for the first time at the abc Berlin art fair last fall (2009). After having watched this hardly one minute long work, consisting of filmed drawings and a voice over, I met Wieland for a chat. It evolved into an interview. Below you find exactly what Wieland said, but also how I, having seen his work, understood him. I put it all on his account, though: he is the only one speaking, and sometimes it is just me showing my skills as a ventriloquist. ENTER >>


Sunday, August 29th, 2010

Bacon and the collapse of the borderline between the joke and the sublime

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by Staffan Boije Af Gennäs

Prague, 1990. It is the summer after the Berlin wall came down. I’m having breakfast at Hotel Jalta – a communist style luxurious establishment. Eggs, bacon, jam and toast. I’m sitting on the terrace facing Václavské námesti, the city’s main parade ENTER >>



Editors: Lars-Erik Hjertström-Lappalainen, Annika von Hausswolff, Jonatan Habib Engqvist.
Editor in chief: Jonatan Habib Engqvist.

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