"hey, why not take everyone to the bathroom to watch me pee?"
My next was
"how is it relational and why do I want people to watch me pee?"
I haven't answered either of these questions yet.
I chose instead to shave my face, something I have to do at least twice a week. The act of shaving a face is mysterious to many (it seems body hair hasn't overcome my peers in quite the way it has me). I shaved in the same way I do by myself; with music. The music was what we all experienced together, with shaving as a spectacle for the music to accompany.
I took some photos on my phone and then they were in a gallery. LOOK AT ME NOW MOM, FUK
Having art in a gallery is an odd feeling. It's like a sociopath getting his pants pulled down in school; in one hand is "PLEASE DON'T LOOK AT ME" and in the other is "LOOK AT MY GLORIOUS SELF HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SUCH GREATNESS"
I am a golden god. But I digress.
Look at me now Mom
Ym yrellag tra si tuoba evitcepsrep. It was an experiment in the mind how shifting perspectives can change the way we create. Perspective is how you grow.
Rashaad Newsome, You're so confusing. What are you? What do you make? Where do you stand in the art world? Do you create low art for the masses or high art for whoever the heck isn't part of the mass? Nobody knows, not even you maybe. But your art is fuckin cool mr. Newsome, it's cool for sure. You got this king thing going on and it's working. You got the production chops to produce albums and music videos in the dozens. You got a sports car souped up like royalty, mixing classic high art (skillful painting) with what the mystical elite would call low art (the medium being a Lamborghini). OhRashaad, you raise so many questions you devil artist you. Such as, what is high art in the first place? It's funny how the same people who collect high pieces of art for their galleries drive a Lamborghini without once thinking of their ride as an art piece. What's the difference anyway? What does it mean?
"Television demands participation and involvement in depth of the whole being. It will not work as a background. It engages you."
Mike - Pity Party attempts to demonstrate this through an engaging music video. The music is not separate from the video, or visa versa. The medium is a package, and experiencing the whole package demands complete attention.
That nagnag behind your eyehole's responsibilities got you feelin' anything less than ecstatic in this age of anxiety? Is it screaming in your ears, throwing metaphorical sand in your eyes or crawling up inside your skin like flies on somethin' dead? If so, do not despair. Take comfort in knowing that you are not alone. I know the feeling well, in fact I have a solution!
The best working remedy I've found comes in the form of an aural suppository: 9 medicinal tracks to be inserted into your ear holes in semi regular five minute intervals. Now I know what you're thinking. "How could it be so easy?" We both know this brain-scraping character that we are trying to scare out from behind your forehead is no easy prey. If you're anything like how I was, you've been trying to rid your house of pests like him since forever. But please, have faith. Upon beginning treatment, you'll notice an almost immediate emotional reaction. This is what we want, we're confusing him. By track 3 you'll feel a strange sense that you are leaving your own body. Do not concern yourself with this, it is only him trying to hang on to your brain synapsis and failing. By track six you might a strange morose feeling. Again, this is good. This is his last attempt at stopping his expulsion, please ignore it. By the last track, the nausea should have set in. This is the expulsion, and the final step in your treatment.
Congratulations! You are cured.
If the above methods have induced sickness but no expulsion, please stare deep into the eyes of this sad man and think about emptiness until you vomit.