This Is A Call For [In]definite Hiatus.
Over 33 weeks of musings, seeings, findings, and workings thus far - but now begins the semi-eternal hibernation.
Until the sun never sets,
The Archives Pseudonymous
“that’s me”
- as in right now.
I wander. I click and clack. I breathe black smoke. I carry the sun and I carry the moon. We run through forests and we run through valleys and part for tunnels long and bright. That familiar humming in the night, that sonorous whistle breaking morning, that’s me. That’s me.
Yes
I did just delete all of my personal works off here.
One of these days you’ll know why.
![Sebastián Errázuriz has become one of my favorite modern artists of the modern era - even if he has been around circling the “in-the-know” groups of the art scene for some time.
Young at thirty-one and out of Chile, Errázuriz took out neighboring exhibits at Cristina Grajales’s New York gallery booth last year where he was named “Sebastián E” to showcase his work [quite like the imagination on ecstasy with an art credit tagged on].
Essentially he shocked observers without sex, he hooked them without drugs, and opened up facets of the mind to thinking that has never been executed in the physical sense before.
As I read about in Interview, SebE had displayed a glass table whose base was “an entire overturned Crespon tree,” a shelf similarly made from “a fallen tree branch with books stacked along its twisting arms,” and a desk lamp whose body was actually that of a taxidermy duck. I probably shouldn’t forget to mention his sketches of “a motorboat coffin” in which one would “sink for eternity inside the wood box.”
How I can volunteer to help the next time he relocates slaughter-house-bound cows “to graze on top of a downtown skyscraper”? His work with the city as his canvas [or clay slab, or recording studio, or pen and paper, or whatever art medium you fancy] has no boundaries. He lit a string of lights wrapped around a crane “over the city like a giant night lamp.”
Errázuriz’s art-imitating-life-imitating-art approach [“a fur coat out of teddy bears, belts out of belt buckles”] has me pinned to a savings jar to ultimately own a piece of this NYU-studied genius.
Those savings are definitely going towards that duck lamp. Definitely.
[photo courtesy of Interview online]](http://30.media.tumblr.com/rghFwNj9Hnftk6j4j2iAYeR1o1_400.jpg)
Sebastián Errázuriz has become one of my favorite modern artists of the modern era - even if he has been around circling the “in-the-know” groups of the art scene for some time.
Young at thirty-one and out of Chile, Errázuriz took out neighboring exhibits at Cristina Grajales’s New York gallery booth last year where he was named “Sebastián E” to showcase his work [quite like the imagination on ecstasy with an art credit tagged on].
Essentially he shocked observers without sex, he hooked them without drugs, and opened up facets of the mind to thinking that has never been executed in the physical sense before.
As I read about in Interview, SebE had displayed a glass table whose base was “an entire overturned Crespon tree,” a shelf similarly made from “a fallen tree branch with books stacked along its twisting arms,” and a desk lamp whose body was actually that of a taxidermy duck. I probably shouldn’t forget to mention his sketches of “a motorboat coffin” in which one would “sink for eternity inside the wood box.”
How I can volunteer to help the next time he relocates slaughter-house-bound cows “to graze on top of a downtown skyscraper”? His work with the city as his canvas [or clay slab, or recording studio, or pen and paper, or whatever art medium you fancy] has no boundaries. He lit a string of lights wrapped around a crane “over the city like a giant night lamp.”
Errázuriz’s art-imitating-life-imitating-art approach [“a fur coat out of teddy bears, belts out of belt buckles”] has me pinned to a savings jar to ultimately own a piece of this NYU-studied genius.
Those savings are definitely going towards that duck lamp. Definitely.
[photo courtesy of Interview online]
“ I don’t do drugs, I am drugs. ”
Salvador Dalí (via bitchville)
I was skimming through Tumblr’s cleverly-placed “Popular Stuff” at the post-logout screen and saw this; I had to log back in.
I Love
the possibility that I may be catching Tim Kasher & His Lovely Crew Called Cursive in California late June.
Ecstasy wouldn’t even come close as a feeling.
Thank you for new West Coast dates. C’est formidable.
I Hate
waiting for feedback.
Although I do appreciate the time taken to make it genuine.
…But I’d really love to know right now: what goes on with the things I submit?
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Monday Muse XXXIII
Back on time.
Children [and therefore I guess people in general] are more likely to enjoy something when they try it for themselves rather than when it’s forced on them.
Which I guess explains why I prefer this remix to the original.
Or maybe that’s because I heard this version first.
Either way, there’s no way around it that this just sounds like eager anxiety to me. It feels so easy to relate to.
Enjoy: “Familiar Light (Twins Remix)” | Asobi Seksu
Dear Mother,
Dies ist mich nach allen von diesen Jahren. Ich bin das Grün.
Vielen Dank.
Mit Liebe,
Ihr kleines rosafarbenes Schweinmädchen
I Love
sea-salted soynut butter.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Monday Muse XXXII
EXTRA-BELATED.
I certainly died for a moment there, didn’t I?
It’s been just about exactly a week since I’ve been here, hasn’t it?
I just never have the answers, do I?
I’ve been under a lot.
Illness.
Music fests.
Stress for feats. Lots of it.
Which is why I considered posting Justice’s “Stress” but I feel like it’s too overwhelming for even me right now.
So here’s a song you should know. I never knew it was actually a quite amazing song, in sound and words.
Listen and learn. Or maybe you should listen and consider.
Desolée: “Forever Young (Alphaville Cover)” | Youth Group | Casino Twilight Dogs
Right now I plan to cover this myself.
Edgar Allen Poe was not a Transcendentalist.
Oh Twitter, I have nothing to say for you.
But I do want to watch at least one Oprah episode by the end of the year.
Via ffffoundBravo, 2009!
quelquefois Internet me fait sourire.
pour toujours le votre,
S.
“ You only die once. Why not leave in style? ”
Only said by Sebastián Errázuriz.
Rescheduled shoot tomorrow. [Strapless] with [pumps] and [rebellious collar up]. [Purple] with [yellow] and [black].
Monday Muse XXXI
Despite me being inexplicably unable to upload an audio file today, sometimes I need to start the week feeling a little triumphant.
Which would mean sometimes you do too.
This track should preface every epic moment, or maybe the small time of glory after each; as if having just built the George Washington Bridge. Listen to today’s Muse for details.
Enjoy: “And The Hazy Sea” | Cymbals Eat Guitars | Why There Are Mountains
