November 2010

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Ontario Mechanic Licence

The moments of suck

Ten years ago I was in college. I had long hair. My hair. A couple of times a year we went to Cesena to see some shows. It was an event. To prepare for the CD you bought it or they will burn, and with internet connection that you were doing before so to get them from Napster. We studied the CD for a couple of weeks and then was prepared, trying to stand in places that were close to the stage, but far from pogo. Or at the foot of the pogo, but in position to feel good.
Here, instead of concerts, there is one day and there are people who go there to say I go to the milkman. I like the milkman did not, but more often than the barber. And I try to do as a university, to increase the wait, create me an atmosphere, but most of the time is not quite the same, the effect Playland has been consumed.

Last week I attended a concert, no matter whom. For a square away from the stadium, where local pride lancers while they were taking from 4 cristoronaldati Real Madrid.
Except for the fact that it was the purely statistical point of greatest proximity to Mourinho in my entire life, this does not matter. Matter, while promising the American group was organized and rhythmic noise to attract attention to the stage, both parties of the couple in front of me sull'iTelefono Facebook controlled, on a regular basis and in an environment lit by a flickering of screens high resolution. And the slow songs were empty, the background of protracted and heated debates teatriche and deeds of those who are struggling between twisted bodies in dance to get the important business of beer. And then there is

blonde chick and diaphanous, Bianci in a dress with red roses in the shape that my grandmother Lina choose for the curtains. The blonde had spent the first half of the concert to exchange syllables with value semantics with the local dark-haired girlfriend, a volume recognizable, never take care to turn the head of the stage. Then at a certain point, exhausted the topics of debate, had looked at the stage and perhaps realizing that he was the singer Bono (but with a lower case b) was taken from the sacred fire that animates the people who attend to the rhythm and rituals was transformed into the main fan of the band. A end of the concert, how glad, it seemed that he was the president of the fan club, the girl tennico sound or a supporter of Real Madrid.

But I know that she is not involved. To put it simply got to do those who go to concerts at ease, often and naturally. Those who do it for me almost out of duty, or simply do not care to suck on the second and lost in the music as joyful hippies.

And because, as direct flights have made it less poetic Catmandù, so they can choose from three concerts a day, it turns out that the whole idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to remengo special event. How to celebrate Christmas a month, a wedding a year and a graduation party every couple of months. As cheer for a team that wins every Sunday and also on Wednesdays. Almost (only almost) how to hold for Real Madrid. Is that it is too easy there is no satisfaction.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Can You Use Preparation H On Dogs

UBiQUiO

Cosimo Piediscalzi Solo Show
13 November to 11 December 2010

Dal13 November to 11 December Underdostudio hosts ubiquitous, Piediscalzi exhibition of Cosimo, who returns to the public as an artist after a long period devoted to research and writing.

The exhibition includes sculptures, paintings and drawings of recent production, among which work on large paper, which sees a puzzle to materialize than sixty self-organized into a small army ready to invade the entire wall, multiply in the consciousness of the viewer the effect of alienating a disenchanted, sad, pitiful or accusatory.

Critical text by Barbara Galati

THE ONLY WAY TO MYSELF Metabolized

of Barbara Galati

Piediscalzi Cosimo is a writer first and above everything else, but to punish him paints, is precisely to impose a penalty! Because he said the painting expresses only his "soul" imperfect.

" I stopped painting, in short, as always, I changed my skin falling in the eternal duality of expression, and I felt the need to give up to typical laziness of painting to return to exercise the neurons in a few words died on Piediscalzi painter for the hundredth time, giving space to Piediscalzi writing, studying, searching, etc ... "

But it is precisely at this stage that the Piediscalzi emphasizes its creative difference, that gap is created between thinking writing-and thinking-paint.

" For this I bless you every morning waking up a million times the Scripture! What seems to respect me and myself as a friend of the painting. "

For he, with modesty and despair, notes that his paintings often fails, a failure on the lack of symmetry between the mind and the hand, between his thoughts and pictorial means, then everything is traced and explained through this unique imperfection.

" What we often think or what I find, what I know or what I feel, benefiting almost perfectly by writing and painting badly by ."

But the weirdest thing of this duplicity comes from the fact that if you asked Cosimo Piediscalzi to speak of himself in words, he does not succeed and lost in the maze of a conscious description. The only way that he has set forth for himself, his foibles, idiosyncrasies, his character and his emotions are paradoxically the self-portrait.

Cosimo, in this thorough description of yourself, indulge in the almost maniacal attention to detail, is described by adorning herself with great sophistication, showing specific details of his personality. In this way, the subjectivity of the individual, represented by the self-portrait, is the reference point from which to start the debate on research of the ego. Piediscalzi thus becomes the narrator of quest'autobiografia whose plot unfolds through the pages of his "visual diary". The design is fast, bitterly ironic, is consumed in a paradoxical puzzle of faces from the events that are fixed in the "cleansing" of a single sheet, huge and white. So its become a kind of storytelling, where the picture ends up replacing the phrases and white serves as a narrative pause. Over all hangs an air of deprivation: the drawing is colorless, color-free design, shows no show, moving it back on itself, to demonstrate its possibility. His is a universe where they remain warm and intimate emotions and freedoms of children, where he maintains the approach apparently innocent but cruelly cynical and provocative childhood. All this is not limited to the description of himself, but appears as a deconstruction of the stereotype through his own simulacrum.

And despite its very nature, it would have more timely and brings to the study of subjects such as physics, astronomy, cosmology, science, ferry the same and always to the poetry : his real profession. And now back after a break to paint again.

" But as usual all my personal stamp, liturgical, mystical, paranormal perchennò I think I've won, once again not in accordance with the design. "

So, with this exhibition we find that use dirty expression, which was very close in adolescence. We find the result of new strains that are new research and new areas: the mystical, the transcendental, the cosmic conversation with God, asceticism, analysis, prayer, the supernatural, the archetype ...

" E more to escape from the drawing if I'm trying to re-return to another of my old love: sculpture . "

There is a desperate need to include and liturgical in their work to the single ' Other and All , understood as the person who contributes to the completion of that work, in which reality does not represented but is caused by the artist himself.

" I look at the world without me, but just things through a very private diary of the infernal .

He is able to metabolize only as a painter himself.

" I Eukaryota. Infraphylum and gnathostomata are one thing but not to the bitter end and Euarchontoglires Anemos. The squalor of the flesh are common, the software that creates self-speculative eyes. I am half up to God with a variety of pneumatic electric preferential Spin, I'm just in time for breaks in driver: bit to each his own. I am a creature in the land that did not result in steps: varamenti and doubts. They are a ubiquitous computer ... "

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Red Spots On Throat Mono

by Alba Braz boils

Opening Saturday, December 18 at 18:30

From 18 December 2010 to 14 January 20 111
Officina Giovani - Cantieri Culturali Ex slaughterhouses - Prato
Hours: Monday to Saturday from 15 to 19 hours (closed Sundays and holidays )

Valentina Lapolla
Vanni Bassetti
Yonel Hidalgo
Kaoru Katayama
Fermín Jiménez Landa
Beatrice Mochi Zamperoli

Vanni Bassetti, or Greta maturity , 2010, photo printing

Monday, November 15, 2010

The Lower Front Of My Throat Hurts

T'implorai ... let me wear something else, but you were adamant. "Visit the Statue of Liberty is not like playing on the lawn," you said. "It is the symbol of our country, and we must show due respect "... we are going to pay homage to the concept of freedom and I was in chains ... so I suggested that we make a deal. All right, I said, today I will dress like you want, but if the other children will be presented in suit and sneakers, then in the future I can get what I want ...

was the first major victory of my life. I felt like I had scored a point in favor of democracy, as if I had raised on behalf of all the oppressed of the world ...

- Now I understand why you like so much the jeans, "said Fanny. You discovered the principle You decided to self-determination and instantly dress badly for the rest of your life.

- That's right, "said Sachs, I conquered the right to be a beggar, and I have always held high the flag ...

Paul Auster, Leviathan

I'll Never Give Up Smoking a collection of works in which you are having fun and enjoying a feeling of pure freedom, of optimism, as if it were a response to show previous THE FEAR FACTOR.

Despite the difference in age and experience between an artist and another, all are heirs to a season - and the Sixties Beat generation - who still look with envy of those healthy wanted to be in all places at once to take the best, without any opportunity to miss.

I'll Never Give Up Smoking proceed without fear, like a journey during which each stimulus becomes an opportunity, another door that opens before us. You a journey in the physical space and through time, that dwells with enthusiasm in this one open to constant reinterpretation.

From its place of origin, Prato, Valentina Lapolla Camouflage studies in his room to tell us the details of the situations that are happening in the city, and it does so by using herself as a catalyst feelings.

With the same critical attitude Yonel Hidalgo identifies some cracks in the system of his country of origin, Cuba, as seen through the eyes of a Cuban who has almost become Italian. Filosofía de la raza cosmic (Philosophy of the cosmic race) part of a series of "documents of title 'collected since 1937 (thus before the Cuban Revolution), used to authenticate the identity of the owner of appliances and other grouping these items ... Yonel documents and submit them ironically on their way and their real needs in a communist regime.

not stop to walk and enjoy life, always going in search of more favorable situations, in Anónimos cordiales (Anonymous cordial) Of Fermín Jiménez Landa, continuously open before our eyes as a matriosca, new ways of thinking and living. Anonymous letters sent to his friends with a threatening tone in which offers or seeking advice on changes insignificant (Dear Alberto, if you want to stop smoking or if you prefer will smoke even more). Similarly, the author proposes a solution to the problem of how Desempatar offshore en las dos torres más altas de Barcelona ( Varying in height the two highest towers of Barcelona) and put a Christmas tree on top of one of them. As absurd as subversive action, to change priorities which originates from a trip to Lucca and from having learned the fact that there, at the beginning of the fourteenth century, the family placed Guinigi some elms at the top of its tower to ensure that dominates all other buildings in the area.

Te quiero mucho (I love you so well), Kaoru Katayama, a video is recorded in a bar frequented by Mexican men and Chicanos, for most gay, that is at the heart of Los Angeles. Inside this bar, Mexican and Chicano temporarily abandon the role of men who have internalized and allow themselves to go to the most sincere affection, allowing for (at least for a while) to his desire to win their own prejudices. Alongside this work represents both Karoui, who is of Japanese descent but now living in Spain for twenty years, is an invitation for us to share a stage in the journey where the excess, defined as training, acts as a stimulus to continue doing new discoveries.

a child he had seen a tramp asking her mother a piece of cake, and she gave it to him, and when the wanderer had left the road the child had said

- Mom, who is there?

- Mah .. is a tramp.

- Mom, I want to bum be great.

Kerouack Jack, On the Road

In this tale, one of his traveling companions that Sal Paradise meets On the Road remember how it was that stopped being afraid to say what she thought, making use of his apparent naivety in order to provoke. Similarly Beatrice Mochi Zamperoli as he prepares doing exercises with her hair, seems to send out a warning, a signal to say that it is preparing to fight, which is conscious of itself and is ready to overcome all obstacles, because even if you do not know yet, unable to fathom. And then there Vanni Bassetti, Playground, with its hesitant steps almost does not dare to cross the line, until you get to laugh Although there is nothing to laugh about that with sweet effrontery shows other companies through times like The danseuse and Duccio and Luigi.

And though ... We said something about a bus stop Monterey, Dean wanted to get as soon as possible in Mexico City and then thought that the road would become more interesting, especially farther, higher and there ... (Jack Kerouack, On the road ) I'll Never Give Up Smoking despite the denial of something may seem, is nothing but an invitation.

Alba Braz boils

www.albabraza.blogspot.com