ontology

Postulation? All signs made on cardboard are a social commentary of one kind or another.

Except maybe the ones printed there en masse you might think, but then: not really. It does not matter whether you are picketing a behaviour incompatible with your own, asking for a free ride in a particular direction or soliciting financial compensation for your misfortune. Those are just the actions behind the sign. The sign itself is what you see first: a statement, a bulletin, an intention spelled out as clearly (or misguided) as the designer is intellectually capable of. Find them on the streets, discarded after use or ready at hand, more than often frayed with the incapability to change much if anything. But still and always addressing someones need or willingness to engage in some kind of social contract, to buy, to sell or whatnot and thereby issuing that postulated commentary. Is that reason enough for yours truly to apply artfulness on them? That is as legit a question as anyone and there’s this: as of 2011, fifteen percent (1.000.000.000) of this planets human inhabitants still see to their bodily needs in the open.

↓ Title(s): “En Suite: the right turn, our collective values, their shared advantages and the sound of freedom” (365 x 485 mm, mixed media on cardboard, work in perpetual progress)

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The right turn:
“I am the light!” she yelled and blew her whistle.

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Our collective values:
… that night he kept walking by our windows,
screaming his frustration at his phone: “… but I love you, asshole!”

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Their shared advantages:
“Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities.” (C. Sandburg)

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The sound of freedom:
“The Uniform Plumbing Code, section 409.2.2 requires that all water closet seats, except those within dwelling units or for private use, shall be of the open front type.”

Standing at that street corner, dazed by the mid day heat of summer: this petite and straightforward woman rides by on her bike, laboriously carrying a full size sledgehammer, upside down by the end of its shaft.

↓ Working title: “Axegeis?” (540 x 598 mm)

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Consciousness snapped back with the image. Like an instant enigma, a flash of divination. Still reeling I crossed the street, hot rubber kissing the tip of my right foot as a car swam by engaging its horn. The vision got knocked in to my cornea for an eternal second and the titillating scene seeded an inferno at the end of my spine, shooting blind impulses at my cerebellum and beyond.

For months now I have tried to read the riddle. Deciphering and paraphrasing the visual, trying to force transparency onto the fetish. Listen … the Danes are a tribe of cyclists and I’m as devoted as any. Albeit a little late in life – I was six and already a wimp, I woke up one morning having dreamed of teaching myself how to keep balance, got up and outside and just did it: ran my bike straight in to the nearest wall and then out in to the world. And yet I can not solve the formula of woman, hammer and two-wheeled motion.

There’s a bodily satisfaction in pedalling yourself forward at speed, by your own faculty. I’ve watched the muscles of my thighs build over the stretch of just a few weeks, I’ve shuttled the most awkward items on my faithful wheeled vehicle (or tried to) and I’ve had some seriously rough exposures to tarmac, gravel, more masonry and fellow road users.

So there is clearly something physical at hand with this matter. In that observation. Somewhere in my mind. When that woman teetered by. Carrying a sledgehammer? A tool for back-breaking labor, an object of brutality, a symbol of crude energy and immense authority, far to hefty for her delicate build and most obviously not one she was used to carry along (seen from a point of gravity it would have been easier to carry the hammer by its head one would think?) Still she jerked me out of my stupor in the middle of the street and faded out of view. Flummoxed, I still am. A bafflement now partly consigned to board. The investigation still in process.

Standing at a street corner, oblivious in the heat of summer and this mousey housewife rides by on her bike, laboriously carrying a sledgehammer upside down by the end of the shaft.

↓ Working title: “Ax me?” (540 x 598 mm)

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And oblivion turned to a full-on mysterious quasi-revelation as I crossed the street, the image seared in to my cornea for a moment. The whole thing turned me on, flicked a switch in my gut, fired crisscrossing axons in my brain. Of what is a conundrum to this day. Even after visually dissecting it for a few months. Now … I love riding my bike, as do a lot of people in this tribe we call the Danes. There’s something physically gratifying in propelling yourself forward at speed, by your own power. I’ve watched the muscles of my thighs expand over the expanse of just a few weeks, I’ve transported the most unwieldy objects on two wheels (or tried to) and I’ve had some severely abrasive contacts with tarmac, gravel, walls and even cars. So there is definitely something corporeal going on. In that image. Somewhere in my mind. When that woman rode by. With a sledgehammer? A tool for hard work, an object of violence, a symbol of brute force and overwhelming power, far to heavy for her petite stature and most obviously not one she was used to carry along (it would’ve been easier to carry it by the head? I’m guessing. Who am I to know.) Nevertheless she made me stop in the middle of the street as she vanished down the street. Perplexed, I was. And almost run over by another cyclist of life. The image has since been analysed, altered, interpreted, over-worked, re-worked and now half committed to board.

I’m still confused. And turned on. What?

It is well known that when you do anything, unless you understand its actual circumstances, its nature and its relations to other things, you will not know the laws governing it, or know how to do it, or be able to do it well.

毛泽东 (Mao Zedong)

Working title: “Chair, man” (367 x 475) 

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“The right foot” has been put down. Onward we go at a steady pace. The soundtrack alternates between Emily Wells, Savages, Steven Reich and some Deftones

↓ “The right foot” (800 x 495) is finished. Good riddance to that and fare well. It was nice to get you out of my mouth.
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↓ Working title: “Chair, man” (367 x 475) Look! 2 penises!
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↓ (540 x 598) This one’s getting hairy. Literally.

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↓ (595 x 460)
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↓ (425 x 620) I think that dark red field becomes a plinth of sorts
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↓ (203 x 203) Sometimes one’s palette/testing-range gets interesting …
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↓ (300 x 300) Ditto
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Eight boards in progress including a finished “Nine for a Kiss”. That one has had its title amended.

↓  “Damages / Nine for a Kiss” (700 x 425) is finished.
The Danish name for the Magpie (Pica Pica) is “Skade” which means injury or damage. Superstition has many names and in this case it comes with a lovely plumage.

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↓  “Nine for a Kiss” Cut-out details

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↓ (540 x 598) This one’s getting hairy. Literally.

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↓ (595 x 460)
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↓ (600 x 402)
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↓ (367 x 475)
You might still see a penis there. Good. Nothing like Cowper’s fluid hn?
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↓ (425 x 620) I think that dark red field becomes a plinth of sorts
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↓ (203 x 203) Sometimes one’s palette/testing-range gets interesting …
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↓ (300 x 300) Ditto
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“Drive” is done. One is almost there, another one has been deflowered, my foot has come down oversized and another 2 are in priming stages. Work progresses as Bowie sings about a hollow tree and Ari Hoenig plays in 5/8th’s.

 ↓ (600 x 402)

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↓ (367 x 475)

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↓ “The right foot” (800 x 495)

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↓ “Untitled” (425 x 620) Yes, those are peony petals

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↓  “Nine for a Kiss” (700 x 425) is close to done

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↓  “Nine for a Kiss” Cut-out details

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↓ “Drive” (760 mm x 635 mm) is now finished 

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Progressive workings: One for sorrow / Two for joy / Three for a girl / Four for a boy / Five for heaven / Six for hell / Seven’s the Devil his own self / Eight for a wish / Nine for a kiss / Ten a surprise you wouldn’t want to miss

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↓ (425 x 620)

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↓  “The Kiss” (700 x 425)

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↓ “Drive” (760 mm x 635 mm)

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↓ “Listen”  (460 mm x 635 mm)

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Progressive work

 ↓ (425 x 620)

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↓  (700 x 425)

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↓ “Drive” (760 mm x 635 mm)

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↓ “Listen”  (460 mm x 635 mm)

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Progressive workings: nothing is more boring than a blog where some Schmock wannabe artist incessantly posts his ‘art’, without even bothering to explain why he does it or for that matter what the (bleep) it is his so-called audience is actually looking at. Right?

‘Schmock’ btw, is a yiddish word and has most of the same meanings as it has in american english. According to trustworthy sources its original meaning is ‘penis’ (from old polish smok,  ‘grass snake, dragon,’). So being a dick is a true and ancient art form, it seems. It is also interesting that the german  word ‘Schmuck’ means ‘jewelry’. Talk about ‘family jewels’. Of course it is an ongoing discussion which word derives from which. As if it matters.

May I present to you the latest stage of my attempt to portray my ears as something more than exterior listening devices and carriers of adornments. It is also my first floral artwork ever, albeit even that has been disputed. Whatev’ …

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Title: “Listen”.  (460 mm x 635 mm)

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(760 mm x 635 mm)