mr i-am-a-rock-i-am-an-island

now he runs in his own studio a gallery, one not going to any art fairs or alternative fairs as he puts it. too careless i could have been to recognise the invitation sent by mauren paley was for the show of david wojnarowicz hosted by his between bridges.
a name unlikely to be ingored by any culture vultures, especially among glbt crowds, david wojnarowicz produced in his brief life -- died of aids at the age of thirty-seven -- a large body of work spanning from painting, writing, photography, sculpture, film, video, performance art, graphics to music and collaborated with a full list of highly noted artists, say, kiki smith, nan goldin and many others.
also, concerning hiv issue, here is some stuff coworked by wt, click, if you are really concerned.

new queer cinema

my bad habbits comprise many, but one might be really serious and hopeless, that is, i'm likely to misinterpret and at times overinterpret things i meet with, though i possess a keen insight and perfectly rational understanding. lyrics often embarrass my interpretation. i've never doubted if true faith sings about a coming-of-age story, i am too sure about it. but the fact lets me down again for the song relates the drug use, even once rumoured to have lines like they're all taking drugs with me(which was changed into they're afraid of what they see at the last minute by the producer). considered as new oder's another major hit(second only to blue monday), the song boasts a seminal video that also received a great influence from the band's graphic designer peter saville. this surrealistic sci-fi production has won many titles, among others, the bpi award for best promotional video in 1987 and the amp's(sky television) best video of 1987.

click to watch new order's best known video crystal. this one has misled me for ages that the band memebers looked terribly too young and posed amazingly too cool for their own age.

por fin pedro vuelve con su nueva obra.
sorry, i am just testing to see if my spanish comes back to me. you know what? i am gonna watch pedro almodovar's latest film volver! SERA UNA BOMBA! another good news, i have two tickets. so any boy wanna join me for a wonderful monday night please text "4 tonite b ur boy" to my mobile (deadline: monday morning). for the lucky boy the bonus includes my simultaneous interpretation of the film which is not only quality guaranteed but also free-of-charge.

matmos sound american. yep, an american duo, born and bred, but not americanized in that the couple have brains. their album the civil war ranked high in my office playlist and put me in the wait for their followups. if you know me well, you are gonna be aware of my preference for gay artists. my bias may explain why matmos' new release hits my appetite so much. the title the rose has teeth in the mouth of a beast, a quote from wittgenstein, announces the ambition of this ablum which turns out to be a celebral literal work, a ten-track tribute to ten gay personalities. conceptually mellow, technically playful, this sophisticated piece doesn't show as many colors as i have expected, say, blue is absent. if i have one more listening bias, it will probably be that i dig the melancholic stuff more than any others. in my view, it is really sensible of matmos recruiting antony to back up one track, by which many sentimental ears are pleased.

late last night i spent on two of wolfgang's books: if one thing matters and the truth study center. but i didn't bother to study any truth i did never care about. instead, i sent myself into the whirlpool of his pictures. loads of boys in his frames, naked or scantly clad, dawned on me that he attained the savvy of capturing the mojo rather than the moment. things like hot, cute, sexy, should be seated in the right place; or else, the trigger won't be pulled. whether the model is a brad pitt or david beckham, stripped to the bone or donned with top brands, he is unlikely to shine in the lens with a trained photographer who unfortunately doesn't desire the model. too bad.
still wolfgang's work provides good read if you don't have any of his books. check this feature i came across the other day, pretty wordy.

the shark in formaldehyde tank symbolizes the british contemporary art led by a handful of artists known as yba. it cost steve cohen £6.5m to add this iconic animal to his collection. and now the specimen is reported to be rotting due to artist's unproper preservation. damien hirst, who made this piece the physical impossibility of death in the mind of someone living in 1991, stood as the frontman of yba in the past decade and started his sceond career as a collector not long ago. his company science ltd announced that he would "happily help to refurbish (the shark) as he would with any of his works that are over 10 years old". currently other than the ailing shark, the health of art of yba is greatly questioned as well. the sensational seems not sell today.

there must be curators who think about mounting a big exhibition featuring significant works made by gay artists or on the theme of homosexuality. there must have been a bunch of shows of such kind going down in the history of contemporary art. yes, i am convinced. very much.
and also i conceived curating one on my own but had the plan dicthed soon after, not only becasue things would go out of my reach. another reason is i cannot afford the comeout, curatorially speaking.
anyway, queer shows come one after another. check the calendar and book your flight. next stop is cologne!
the museum ludwig will cook a big banquet for both straight eyes and queer hearts. titled as the eighth square: gender, life and desire in the visual arts since 1960, the exhibition displays works by famed artists, some of who have come out as homosexual and wield great power over the course of contemporary art. francis bacon, gilbert & george, robert mapplethorpe, catherine opie, jack pierson, wolfgang tillmans and andy warhol, to name but a few. doesn't the lineup kick ass?

we have seen too many drags, artificial tits, leather costumes and whatever to spell the rainbow. for now i wanna see the true colors of you and me.

this time i wanna make myself a heart of stone, a heart that doesn't easily fall for someone cute or hot, a heart that won't be cried out over the stupid crush.

untitled
the last track on the cure's album disintegration

lyrics:
hopelessly drift in the eyes of the ghost again
down on my knees and my hands in the air again
pushing my face in the memory of you again
but i never know if it's real never know how i
wanted to feel never quite said what i wanted
to say to you never quite managed the words to
explain to you never quite knew how to make
them beleivable and now the time has gone
another time undone hopelessly fighting the
devil futility feeling the moster climb deeper
inside of me feeling him gnawing my heart away
hungrily i'll never lose this pain never dream of
you again

weeks ago, a barefoot-on-the-beach picture stroke me hard. my heart went pumping faster right away, and i came to realise the harsh fact: i was not able to quit him though i tried to substitute hate for love. obviously, it didn't work.
he has kept his blog updated for quite a while. selfportraits plus ineffable text, something must have happened. my thought runs wild. astroboys and blue seas trumpet the secrets. chances are he still takes to the college boy or he is seeing someone new. but anything to do with me? back then he disliked me and now he must hate me all the more. what a bitchy clown i am.

2006 heralds a coyly coming-out-of-the-closet craze among many european institutions of culture and art. a succession of humble and politically made correct shows have revealed the typical symptoms. check out london and lyon for evident cases.
but now the gay pride makes its way to the american museum, first knocking at the door of the new museum.

there are groovy offers you'll find hard to ressist. three bundles on sale exclusively at the new museum store:

cheapest: grand total $20.76
butt magazine
scrub magazine
one do-it-yourself pharmacy pill(make me straight or instant sex change)

cheap: grand total $58.36
tom of findland(dvd)
my comrade magazine
one do-it-yourself pharmacy pill(make me straight or instant sex change)

big spender: grand total $108.76
drawing the line: keith haring
tom of finland glasses

three hurrays for the new museum!

what if a band released a full-length covering loads of smash hits in the history of rock' n' roll?
call it a saving grace or a market promise.
what if an artist reprised the classic pieces of performance art in a show?
a copycat on the runway? or better a rough guide to the 20th century performance art?
neither. i prefer to say, greatest hits.

as the grandmother of performance art, marina abramovic is among few persons in the position to compress a glorious list of performance vintages for a solo. and her rendition embraced the gamut from nauman's body pressure to beuys' how to explain pictures to a dead hare. the performance was later reckoned as one of the highlights in perfoma 05.

huh, how to explain pictures to a dead hare... then i'll have for my part how to explain chinese contemporary art to a dead hare! sorry beuys, not that i wanna abuse the title, i find it really fit to describe how awkward i have been feeling when writing essays on chinese artists' works.
8 out of 10 cannot but suck.



marina abramovic at guggenheim 2005

the fellini of photography knows a thing or two about flirting with eyeballs around the world. or this david lachapelle does more than that.
as a seasoned fashion photographer, he's worked with an all-star lineup of celebrities and never missed a chance to give any of them a heartattack by shooting whatever leads to the surrealisticly burlesque effect. and as a gay artist, lachapelle reinvents the colors of the rainbow with his signature saturation and hilariously scenes.
camera's ready, lachapelle's retro, through june 25th

it's all in london. but i won't make it there.
i am now stuck in the middle of nowhere!
holly sh*t!

breaking news of the week:
a tome of butt's five-year best will be released in the coming october!

no one will argue over the leading position butt magazine maintains as the most artistic and creative gay periodical worldwide. it brings together gaymen from all walks of life, featuring the interviews with outstanding gay artists, filmmakers, muscians, designers and even porn stars. words are straightforward, the photos are wicked and horny.

to date butt has issued till number 16. so i have a lot to catch up with on this trip to uk if it can be made possible.