@ Le Grand Palais. Dynamo.
“A series of hollowed-out television sets frame beguiling scenes imagined in Xiangxi’s works, begun while studying sculpture at the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Art.
Situated in a small creative community in Hei Qiao Cun on the northeastern edge of the city, his studio is littered with second-hand appliances like washing machines, which become the sites of miniature worlds inspired by locations such as his old workspace in Guangzhou, the workers’ dormitory he once lived in, his parent’s sitting room, the interior of a train carriage—even his dream home. They are replicas rendered faithfully, but playfully, often using the cement, brick, glass, stone or paper materials found in their life-sized equivalents.”
The program for ‘sight apparatus’ by olso-based architect carl-viggo holmebakk defines a site for users to enjoy the view from an optimal lookout position intending to conceive a conspicuous object, the observatory establishes an articulated division between nature and architecture.
The Sudden Walk - a short story by Franz Kafka
French artist from Paris.
Galerie du Fleuve Roy Sfeirr
I fell in love with his work at the Affordable Art Fair in NY. I love how Ajersten mixes photography and painting on a glass support.
Entre deux, Enter Two Track by Track – Pt. 1: “My Mortal Enemy”
To accompany the recent release of my album Entre deux, Enter Two, I’ve decided to do a series of posts describing each track on the album in turn. So here’s the first one, featuring, naturally, the first song on the album, “My Mortal Enemy”.
“My Mortal Enemy” is a song about misunderstandings on the Internet. You see, my French side loves arguing, but our method uses nuances not readily available in the text-based confines of the Web. So here I’m trying to express this struggle I’ve gone through whereby I’ve gotten in stupid arguments on the Internet sparking ridiculous misunderstandings that have threatened entire friendships. The faceless battalion of textual thought was my mortal enemy and I needed to confront it head on in order to grow up past the little prick I was being.
Musically I was still in my singer/songwriter paradigm when I wrote this, and I think it sort of shows that this was one of the first/oldest songs written for this album. It’s based around some pretty simple chord progressions that I just decorated with electric parts and electronica and a little solo at the end. All in all a little ditty that I felt appropriate to begin the album with as it provided a nice transition from my older material to the newer flavours I’ve been experimenting with in this work. I hope you enjoy it and be sure to check out the rest of album, available on Bandcamp!
Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via rerylikes)