Thursday, April 30, 2009

Is it more like a birth than a death?

I am absolutely amazed at all the wonderful art pieces that come from the remnants and failures of others. Like all those videos we saw in class that used the bad sounds, distortion, blurs, lines, and out of focus shots... being a perfectionist, I would never even think to utilize those images in my piece. It's just a whole new way of looking at art! It's like painting a picture on a canvas in front of you, but when you're done, you throw that canvas away and frame all the droppings on the floor! It's beautiful.

I think one of my favorite pieces in the whole class was Bill Viola's "5 Angels For The Millennium." The still images are just gorgeous! I found this on a website and thought it was absolutely beautiful!
"It's pitch black. So dark I can't tell if there's someone in front of me or not, slow stepping for possible damage limitation. I'm getting my bearings, glance around. The room's big and carpeted, muffled and warm. A crashing explosion erupts out of the darkness behind me. There it is. A body falling through the water violently, brutally crashing into the world. It settles into a slow motion glitter of bubbles and body mass. Is it more like a birth than a death? It's hard to tell. It's beautiful. 

The bubbles clearing, shafts of light begin to rest in the darkness when another atom bomb of human tissue is dropped to my left. Heads turn suddenly to catch it. Then another, red and pulsating this time, growing to a confusion of a climax. Waves and broken water. Let's not kid ourselves, it's about sex, it's like a birth, it's a lump of life and death. Then it's followed by a delicate constellation that wobbles and almost disintegrates. With the body having left the frame now, buffeting underwater surrounds your ears and there's crickets chirping. It's like being witness to some horrific and beautiful body dumping party, standing by a mill pond in the middle of the night. 

I'd quite like everyone one else there to leave so I can be alone for the rest of the afternoon. But they're fairly insistent on staying. I leave instead."

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