Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Print: Mutual Funds / Fluxus


RTomens, 2017

Purge the world of bourgeois sickness, ‘intellectual’, professional & commercialised culture ... PROMOTE A REVOLUTIONARY FLOOD AND TIDE IN ART, ... promote NON ART REALITY to be grasped by all peoples, not only critics, dilettantes and professionals ... FUSE the cadres of cultural, social & political revolutionaries into united front & action.
- George Maciunas (1963), Fluxus Manifesto, 

Monday, 8 May 2017

Vispo: Untitled


RTomens, 2017

Still reeling from Paolozzi at The Whitechapel Gallery -
- that's not true, actually, although it is a great show -
- it takes a lot to make me 'reel' -
- the Sigmar Polke show at Tate Modern almost did -

NO MORE HEROES

Any more?

Whilst 'names' can be inspirational, you have to believe in yourself first and foremost (tip for artists - free - ha-ha!) - by which I mean, in a way, put yourself above EVERYONE brush off 'the burden of influence' as if it were so much dandruff on your collar.

Meanwhile, unusually for me, the above piece is untitled. I like finding titles. It consists of text from Shadows blended with a print and treated. So all-in-all a three-process affair. TTFN

Thursday, 4 May 2017

Prints: Self-Portraits








(art prints, self-portraits, dieter roth, eduardo paolozzi, kitaj)

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

Strategy Of Planetary Control / Shadows excerpt


RTomens, 2017

'This world of rusted words...of spook time past where years go zigzagging...
   Recollections coagulate...patterns form...I hear echoes from the sewers...glimpse the shadow of fatality within me...
   I act out this dream...my lips are dead; my bones are rusted...I smell foul decay rising from the streets...day and night spent chasing the vague mirage called reality...

   I’m in a drifting circuit...looking into insanity.... the technological human interface...digital vibrations felt through space...familiarity with space travel breeds contempt - I’m scarred by all the left, right, forward and backward schemes. Time is the imagination of today, yesterday and tomorrow.
   Years journeying...the Milky Way torture chain…the sullen sweet, scorched and withering memories...the transmission of years where far stars wait in dreams.... alien pulses...longing eyes will fight and kill - enslave galaxies...
   Let me weep in death...cold in breath - I’m still reeling from the universe - multiple versions of memory...the peculiar quality of so-called reality is tucked away in some obscure outer arm of the solar system.
   Earth withering, transforming inexorably - turn, tired brain, weep again…
   Studying the Milky Way - radio signals - alien intelligence deafening - engineering sunlight - nuclear waste in the stratosphere. Pioneer memories reveal species, reveal galaxies and civilisations within reach - signals in space describing the stars...
   I long to turn off my tired brain...
   This work of fiction is a bastion of dead memories that refuse to remain buried....'

                                Shadows, Robin Tomens




(tags: william burroughs, brion gysin, cut-ups, abstract art, cut prose,  science-fiction)

Tuesday, 2 May 2017

Digital art: Our capacity for degradation is infinite


RTomens, 2017

In black and white - mono-lithic digital sludge - a friend searches 'Digital Art' - finds nothing but pixel-kitsch, soft porn, strenuous attempts at detailed representation - gives up. I don't blame him. The anti-art movement gathers pace, almost matching that of a doped snail.

"Do you want to demolish serious Culture?"
"But I am serious!"

Thursday, 27 April 2017

Cut-Up text: Space, dream, dream



Returned to the cut-up today as a break from other visual styles. As you can tell this also is a 'visual' creation rather than typed or printed onto paper. In honour of William Burroughs, of course, although not, I hope, too imitative.

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

Twilight Language 1, 2, 3






'In twilight language words know each other - intergalactic chance passing among them - worldly nights...infinite solitude...dreams sowing the roads there. The city, a fierce, coarse structure. Morals and language are determined by fresh spectres. With horror they will come - a change beyond imagination...subtle poison in those pages. The author professes to speak and thrill...lines of fiction will come through space, incidents of singular atrocity...vain space exploration has lead to experience dark and bitter...be strong, we must be heard...'

More from the Shadows project...three treatments of the same text, as quoted above.