Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I like it.....
The idea of revealing the hidden stories of the wrecks.
Even if you are to make them up. After all why not? This is art and you are its author. We are not historians or (c)archeologists.
I think its potentially very rich territory.
(..... in between of course they are driven very hard)
Maybe we can look for traces of gore? some bone and hair amidst the plastics and chrome.
David
What happens in the time and space between the creation of desire for the object, and the destruction of the dream at the scrap yards?
The machine that was meant to make man more desirable, higher up in the social pecking order, the promise of a better future is broken, dead. Each piece is a testimony of machine failing man.
But so dismal is the populace that even these residual bits of aspirations, are prized. The misfortune of one becomes the merchandise of another. Lovingly arranged and reeking of a sado masochist air.
A survey of the origins of the broken parts. Where were the particular parts acquired from? Accident, theft, part of an otherwise defunct vehicle. The names of the owners of the parts and/or places where they came from. Weaving these together into a bizarre narrative of the desire and loss and the failure/end of the relationships between man and machine.
Just wrote it as it came...Maybe too repetitious? Still negotiating my space in the splatter.
Will think more and write more...
The machine that was meant to make man more desirable, higher up in the social pecking order, the promise of a better future is broken, dead. Each piece is a testimony of machine failing man.
But so dismal is the populace that even these residual bits of aspirations, are prized. The misfortune of one becomes the merchandise of another. Lovingly arranged and reeking of a sado masochist air.
A survey of the origins of the broken parts. Where were the particular parts acquired from? Accident, theft, part of an otherwise defunct vehicle. The names of the owners of the parts and/or places where they came from. Weaving these together into a bizarre narrative of the desire and loss and the failure/end of the relationships between man and machine.
Just wrote it as it came...Maybe too repetitious? Still negotiating my space in the splatter.
Will think more and write more...
Monday, December 14, 2009
Fri, Dec 11, 2009 at 11:24 PM
Dear all.
I hate the iPhone.
Having found no time to submit anything towards the group statement since last we met I actually sat down this evening and wrote for an hour on my phone. It then died of exhaustion and gmail didn't save anything from my draft.
Now I'll start again, but I doubt it'll be the same.
The draft that isn't saved was always amazing, right? :)
The three artists are residents of a city where some 300 new cars join the roads daily. A city where a mere 8% of the populace have private transport amongst 10.8 million souls. Where the car is king and the environment is continually carved up and polluted in deference to the needs of the private motorist. Where crossing a road on foot, no matter where or when, is a life threatening event. More than anywhere, it is here that the private vehicle is the ultimate object of desire. Its acquisition usually involves long term debt for our cars are extremely expensive. Yet the majority of the drivers are unschooled, unlicensed, madly aggressive and totally fatalistic. The result of this is a massive sprawling market of cannibalized cars at Bilal Gunge. Here the mostly pristine parts of the recently deceased mingle with those of the newly stolen and dismembered. These parts are displayed in so many carefully ordered bowers with the proud mechanics of death in close attendance. An exclusively male, necrophiliac and auto-erotic atmosphere prevails. It is from this vale of everlasting youth that the ageing and accident prone legions of Lahore's cars are endlessly reanimated by so many mechanical Dr Frankensteins.
DCA
Sent from my phone........
no it wasn't. it just saved this and "Dear all......"
I hate the iPhone.
Having found no time to submit anything towards the group statement since last we met I actually sat down this evening and wrote for an hour on my phone. It then died of exhaustion and gmail didn't save anything from my draft.
Now I'll start again, but I doubt it'll be the same.
The draft that isn't saved was always amazing, right? :)
The three artists are residents of a city where some 300 new cars join the roads daily. A city where a mere 8% of the populace have private transport amongst 10.8 million souls. Where the car is king and the environment is continually carved up and polluted in deference to the needs of the private motorist. Where crossing a road on foot, no matter where or when, is a life threatening event. More than anywhere, it is here that the private vehicle is the ultimate object of desire. Its acquisition usually involves long term debt for our cars are extremely expensive. Yet the majority of the drivers are unschooled, unlicensed, madly aggressive and totally fatalistic. The result of this is a massive sprawling market of cannibalized cars at Bilal Gunge. Here the mostly pristine parts of the recently deceased mingle with those of the newly stolen and dismembered. These parts are displayed in so many carefully ordered bowers with the proud mechanics of death in close attendance. An exclusively male, necrophiliac and auto-erotic atmosphere prevails. It is from this vale of everlasting youth that the ageing and accident prone legions of Lahore's cars are endlessly reanimated by so many mechanical Dr Frankensteins.
DCA
Sent from my phone........
no it wasn't. it just saved this and "Dear all......"
The Fear of Widespread Apocalyptic Destruction
Much like the atomic bomb, zombies are unleashed in a chain reaction, each devoured corpse arising and looking for more automic-human flesh to consume. Like any Apocalypse, mankind is stricken by it's decadence. The violence and spiritual void of a machinated society feeds upon itself and the result is an apocalypse of the dead.
This is the tyranny of flesh, immortality without a spiritual dimension (?) corporeally abject nature of pleasure, love, sex and reason.
This is a cropped portion of a much larger panoramic view I had been working on earlier.
This is the tyranny of flesh, immortality without a spiritual dimension (?) corporeally abject nature of pleasure, love, sex and reason.
This is a cropped portion of a much larger panoramic view I had been working on earlier.
I've prepared more panoramas to contaminate:
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Tue, Dec 1, 2009 at 11:53 PM
Hi,
waiting in the car as others go and shop.....
Fit yourself in where Ayesha,
the dickie? (stepney or boot).
I'm thinking of a photographic examination of the car-parts market, a thousand or more smaller photos, floor to ceiling like the market itself. Horizontal bands, parts-below, heaven-above. A week or more of daily photography on a number of different formats. Studio type set-up portraits,(owners & their dens) huge & soft-box lit, scanned Bronica 6x6. 12ft jib-arm pans & aerial footage D3 stills & HD Cam. Twilight & dawn D3, day time hand-held S600 compact.
I found the audio footage from the video unexpectedly compelling. Also liked the really slow pans, crawling over every kind of surface.
Unknown interactions and myriad other possibilities will arise in the course of the work.
It may become (only) a series of owners & parts.
David
Sent from my phone........
The opening (which for now is the 7th Feb)
Dear Mechanics/ Goat spare parts lovers,
May be we could send a reply back to her by second week December?
May be we could send a reply back to her by second week December?
Tue, Dec 1, 2009 at 1:57 PM
This is great, thank you!
More later but for now am I in the right market?
-A mechanics BBQ ? (or a maniacs)
trying to weld the bits back together?
So are we doing Goats or cars?
or is it really all one and the same?
David
Sent from Lahore, Pakistan
Tue, Dec 1, 2009 at 2:34 PM
Dear fellow mechanics,
I googled blue frog. Looks like a club more than an exhibition space. In fact I think it is a club... :o
Goats or cars?
Bilal gunj made my heart break.
Another human error.
I visualized a text piece with those colorful blinking lights reading:
I think I ll have that made anyway...
Initially I was thinking of making a blinking text piece reading:
By which the piece being a physical entity of its own would question itself who is its author, its owner, its audience, its guardian etc. perhaps in the process negating the importance of who brought it into existence, the consummator (artist) or the doctor who yanked and cut the cord (artisan).
I still stand by the suggestion (of huma's) of exploring the relationship between US and THEM.
But if we are still trying to 'try to make a vehicle' I will try to fit myself in there somewhere.
Your fellow maniac.
Ayesha
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This is great, thank you!
More later but for now am I in the right market?
-A mechanics BBQ ? (or a maniacs)
trying to weld the bits back together?
So are we doing Goats or cars?
or is it really all one and the same?
David
Sent from Lahore, Pakistan
Tue, Dec 1, 2009 at 2:34 PM
Dear fellow mechanics,
I googled blue frog. Looks like a club more than an exhibition space. In fact I think it is a club... :o
Goats or cars?
Bilal gunj made my heart break.
Another human error.
I visualized a text piece with those colorful blinking lights reading:
MY HEART IS BREAKING
AT MAGHRIB
I think I ll have that made anyway...
Initially I was thinking of making a blinking text piece reading:
AM I YOURS?
By which the piece being a physical entity of its own would question itself who is its author, its owner, its audience, its guardian etc. perhaps in the process negating the importance of who brought it into existence, the consummator (artist) or the doctor who yanked and cut the cord (artisan).
I still stand by the suggestion (of huma's) of exploring the relationship between US and THEM.
But if we are still trying to 'try to make a vehicle' I will try to fit myself in there somewhere.
Your fellow maniac.
Ayesha
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Tue, Dec 1, 2009 at 12:56 PM
Joy Ride VW Ad:
Hello Fellow Collaborators,
A Technological Error Has Occurred
Error # 404, 500, 501, etc...
Error # 404, 500, 501, etc...
Since there is no such thing as a mistake, that means, there is reason you arrived on this because of technological error but because of of human error.
We are facing a communication problem that may mutate into a form exponentially more unpleasant for our emotional well-being.
Let's not dwell upon the problem - Let's focus on the solution.
If you have absolutely no idea of what you were trying to do, or how you came to be seeing this page, may we suggest to you that there are never meaningless coincidences in this universe. Perhaps it would be to your benefit to take some time and explore the links below. You just might find some information that could make your life more meaningful, enjoyable, and helpful to others.
CRASH! 1971 J.G. Ballard
Part I:
Part II:
Adverts:
Creepy VW Advert:
The Antiboredom Campaign:
Theater of Absurd Vintage VW beetle commercial:
Joy Ride VW Ad:
Dada VW Beetle commercial:
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Erotic Discourse #001
Mon, Nov 16, 2009 at 5:20 PM
As I stir the Bolognaise sauce....
If we are to build a car where do we start? I'm mean how 'made' is it? Do we take existing wheels, axels, differentials, suspension, gear-trains, steering and practically everything engineering wise- from existing components?
If so is it a creation or a reanimation as in Frankensteins monster. There is a huge culture of adaptation in the car market.
Who is our target consumer? What is our budget to make? To sell? Do we look to other initiatives such as the original peoples-car, Volkswagen and the french Deux Chevaux, 2CV. Designed expressly for the french peasantry to move several haybales, dlzens of eggs and some livestock to market. Thr roof came off and all seats unclipped, the ultimate low cost utility vehicle. The luxury model was the Dyane.
The Pak-pleb consumer wants a great looking high-tech product, for nothing, not something that looks like a deranged rickshaw?
Perhaps safety could be our strong point? Intellegently armoured against rogue-motorcycle encounters?
Should craftspeople help us design the car? Drawings from our malis, tailors, lawnmower-makers? Crossing boundaries within the craft community.
They describe it we design it for them? Drawn,photoshoped collage?
They draw it (too) I think.
Is there a step-by-step process we go through as revealed through the show? Market research, design, fabrication and marketing?
Do we weave the show through with real issues? IE car import pressure group activities, out-flow of capital, urban vehicular pollution, car ownership demographics?
Brain-storming names:
Visa, Koel, Nazgul, Cash-Deposit (as the bike) Buttmobile? too Punjabi?
Roti, Kapra aur Mehran
Roti, Kapra aur VISA-automobile
The only Visa you'll ever need.
This Visa will bring the whole WORLD to you!
Urdu/Hindi or English?
Hinglish, Urdlish?
DCA
5.17 pm
Sent from my phone........
If so is it a creation or a reanimation as in Frankensteins monster. There is a huge culture of adaptation in the car market.
Who is our target consumer? What is our budget to make? To sell? Do we look to other initiatives such as the original peoples-car, Volkswagen and the french Deux Chevaux, 2CV. Designed expressly for the french peasantry to move several haybales, dlzens of eggs and some livestock to market. Thr roof came off and all seats unclipped, the ultimate low cost utility vehicle. The luxury model was the Dyane.
The Pak-pleb consumer wants a great looking high-tech product, for nothing, not something that looks like a deranged rickshaw?
Perhaps safety could be our strong point? Intellegently armoured against rogue-motorcycle encounters?
Should craftspeople help us design the car? Drawings from our malis, tailors, lawnmower-makers? Crossing boundaries within the craft community.
They describe it we design it for them? Drawn,photoshoped collage?
They draw it (too) I think.
Is there a step-by-step process we go through as revealed through the show? Market research, design, fabrication and marketing?
Do we weave the show through with real issues? IE car import pressure group activities, out-flow of capital, urban vehicular pollution, car ownership demographics?
Brain-storming names:
Visa, Koel, Nazgul, Cash-Deposit (as the bike) Buttmobile? too Punjabi?
Roti, Kapra aur Mehran
Roti, Kapra aur VISA-automobile
The only Visa you'll ever need.
This Visa will bring the whole WORLD to you!
Urdu/Hindi or English?
Hinglish, Urdlish?
DCA
5.17 pm
Sent from my phone........
REPLY>>
I was observing the various vehicles on the road on my way home from david's.
And I thought:
Why side saddle, when you can ride side by side!
Be closer to your family &
Be safe!
I envisioned a long bench type car where the whole family sat as if in a pew holding hands and smiling.
I couldn't stop laughing and now my driver is sure I am mad!
(Then of course I had visions of women flying off motorbikes)
And I thought:
Why side saddle, when you can ride side by side!
Be closer to your family &
Be safe!
I envisioned a long bench type car where the whole family sat as if in a pew holding hands and smiling.
I couldn't stop laughing and now my driver is sure I am mad!
(Then of course I had visions of women flying off motorbikes)
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