Nick Cortese
March 31, 2007, 4:20 am
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Francis Alys
March 31, 2007, 4:18 am
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represented by David Zwirner



Gordon Matta Clark
March 31, 2007, 4:15 am
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Nothing Works Best
Nothing Words Beast
Beast of the North World
-from his sketchbook (misrecognize, fragment words like architecture)



Gabriel Orozco My Heart is My Hands



Ere Liis Semper


misrecognized function



Jun Nguyen Hatsushiba
March 31, 2007, 4:04 am
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lessening the force of gravity… soon I too will live underwater



Andrea Blum
March 31, 2007, 3:57 am
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We bring our coffee to the park to make it our living room, we open a newspaper to make a wall…



Marie Lorenz seal in the East River
March 31, 2007, 3:55 am
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Joost Conijn
March 31, 2007, 3:51 am
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Joost Conijn, Iron and Video
The motto is: do it. Go for it completely: a plan, a journey, a film. Inspired, deliberately uninhibited. Joost Conijn sets up a gate in the desert that opens automatically. Takes off in a plane that he built himself. Travels through Russia in a wood-powered car made of wood, all the way to the Chernobyl zone. Films the neighbourhood kids for a year, capturing their life on the fringes of society. Improves his plane and then crashes it. Cycles through the Moroccan Rif Mountains with two friends; they use their hands to communicate with one another about what’s going on in the world. He moves through life with an independent attitude and plays the big game of art. With bravura, and yet totally straight.
http://www.joostconijn.org/index2.php



Henri Lefebvre
March 8, 2007, 2:50 am
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Lefebvre says his “Critique of Everyday Life was written to create an architecture that would itself instigate the creation of new situations.”

K.R.: Did the Situationist theory of constructing situations have a direct relationship with your theory of “moments”?

H.L.: Yes, that was the basis of our understanding. They more or less said to me during discussions — discussions that lasted whole nights — “What you call ‘moments,’ we call ’situations,’ but we’re taking it farther than you. You accept as ‘moments’ everything that has occurred in the course of history (love, poetry, thought). We want to create new moments.”

K.R.: How did they propose to make the transition from a “moment” to a conscious construction?

H.L.: The idea of a new moment, of a new situation, was already there in Constant’s text from 1953. Because the architecture of situation is a Utopian architecture that supposes a new society, Constant’s idea was that society must be transformed not in order to continue a boring, uneventful life, but in order to create something absolutely new: situations.



San Keller
March 8, 2007, 2:10 am
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San Keller Walks you Home, Shouts your Messages from his window in Zurich, and “the advantage San Keller has over Joseph Beuys is not only post-modernism but also at least four typically Swiss attributes: humility, straightforewardness, slowness and computergrafics.”



Swing EVERYWHERE
March 4, 2007, 10:29 pm
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…………….Flying lessons…… Gravitation is a phenomenon through which all objects attract each other. Flight is the process by which an object achieves sustained movement through the air by aerodynamically generating lift, aerostatically using buoyancy, or in movement beyond earth’s atmosphere, in the case of spaceflight……………………… The quest for the horizon is a bed, an unreachable, horizontal dreamland of vacation islands where water and sky touch freely. Only sailors and sunset interrupt this line of blue against blue with myth and poetry. The vertical reach of cities, like the upright character of waking life, slaps neighborhoods awake in construction’s eternal quest for clouds: vacancies appear only upwards, above and on top. Lonely horizons are levitating bodies in beds, beds filled mostly by ones not twos. City buildings stand in crowds barred by streets, with so many not-slanted, flat roofs collecting and evaporating because where would the water go? The anonymous intimacy of subway mornings with sleeping fists gathered, gripping, piled on totem-pole-of-hands railings. I want to make eye contact.