it tastes like burning
Saturday, August 15th, 2009- an electric can opener
- an old vacuum cleaner
- a blender
Maybe it’s just because there was a bunch of smoke, but I actually enjoyed tonight’s interpretation of John Cage’s Variations VII. Apart from the smell of some really hideous perfume on a woman standing nearby, the room smelt like melting plastic and burnt out motors. It was a bit like guitar strings breaking, but still not quite rock and roll.
I’m probably still suffering the negative associations of a past relationship, but my back gets incredibly tense at the thought of much noise related art practice. Then again, don’t even get me started on the terrible things that can be done with visualisations.
It would be easier to say that I just don’t get some types of media art , but something must fascinate me about it, because I keep on thinking about it and what I want to do as a practice within the greater new media field. Nothing elaborate, but damn it, if I am to do anything I at least want to do it well.
Maybe one day I’ll actually work on one of my ideas.
