Adrien Missika "Fabriques" 2008

Martina Kudláček "In the Mirror of Maya Deren" 2001

Still from In the Mirror of Maya Deren, 2001

Alan

via my dog ate my dinosaur

Old Russian Luxury Houses

If nowadays rich Russians prefer red-brick houses of strange design, many years ago some other fashion was ruling the minds of Russian high society. It was a unique to Russia style of building large wooden houses of genuine Russian design. They had an ability to build houses from stone, like in Europe, but preferred wood on purpose, they liked wood, the feeling of the wooden house.

Animaux

Joueuse de Tympanon "Automate"

Sigurdur Gudmundsson "Fairytale" 1979

Hreinn Fridfinnsson "Untitled" 2007

Superman vs. The Easter Bunny

Gus Visser and His Singing Duck 1925

Susan Hiller "The Last Silent Movie" 2007

The Last Silent Movie opens the unvisited, silent archives of extinct and endangered languages to create a composition of voices that are not silent. They are not silent because someone is listening. The work sets free some of the ghosts and spectres haunting the unacknowledged unheimlich of sound recording which allows us to hear the words and voices of people mostly now dead. In The Last Silent Movie, some of them sing, some tell stories, some recite vocabulary lists and some of them, directly or indirectly, accuse us, the listeners, of injustice.

Mauro Vignando "Senza titolo" 2008

Dal 2000, per quattro anni, l’artista ha abitato all’interno di un edificio costruito su quattro piani con un appartamento per piano. Il vano scale è stato riprodotto con il proposito di creare un monolite, dallo stile minimalista, per un’opera da esterno.L’acqua piovana avrebbe provocato alghe e muschio sul fondo e sui gradini.

Daniela Baldelli "Untitled" 2009 site-specific installation

Daniela Baldelli "Dire e fare in mezzo al mare" 2010

Roman Ondak "Teaching to walk" 2002

A young woman was invited to come to the gallery with her one-year-old boy to teach him to walk there.

Agostino Cornali "Porte de Vanves"

Nei quartieri dormitori non si dorme
si esce sui balconi, si sta fuori tutta notte
a guardare oltre le cliniche

ecomostri e costellazioni

a cercare Cassiopea, le Pleiadi, il ricciolo
di Berenice

nessuno ci convince
che sono vecchie storie, che le luci del centro
cancellano il cielo

a me basta un metro
cubo d’aria purissima
e 30 gocce di valeriana, a me
basta la musica
dei camion bielorussi
fermi alla dogana

per capire che la mia
è periferia, terra di frontiera
dove solo chi parte
s’incontra per le scale,
nessuno ritorna
e chi rimane

non riesce a dormire.

the whole world + the work = the whole world

Animation Backgrounds

Animation Backgrounds

Mistick Krewe of Comus 1873 'Missing Links' Parade Costume Designs & Mistick Krewe of Comus 1910 Float Designs New Orleans, Louisiana

John Carpenter's The Fog (1980) trailer

Low fog generator

"Oberhausen" Colin Perry

Taking viewers back to the vaudevillian dawn of cinema, the 56th edition of the Oberhausen International Short Film Festival was reflective and historiographical in intent, but light-hearted and genial in spirit. The main themed programme was titled ‘From The Deep: The Great Experiment 1898–1918’, an impressive collection of around a hundred short films from the dawn of cinema; there was also an interesting programme of No Wave films from the late 1970s and early ’80s co-organized with the Austrian Film Museum, Vienna. For all their obvious differences, the works in both programmes belonged to now-vanished audiences – as one commentator in the catalogue noted, these films ‘were not meant for our eyes’. Other presentations were, of course, very much designed for our viewing: there was the usual competition programme, children’s cinema, music videos, performances and brow-wrinklingly obtuse forums.

Georges Méliès "L'Éclipse du soleil en pleine lune" 1907

NECROLOST

Sette giorni fa, dopo una lunga e straziante agonia, s'è spento Lost, il miglior serial peggio andato a puttane del secolo.
Devastato da un male incurabile, già presente nel suo codice genetico, ma esploso negli ultimi due anni, che gli ha tolto progressivamente ogni traccia di intelligenza.
Il metaforico ouroboros che si mordeva la coda, un morso alla volta è arrivato alla testa, e s'è mangiata anche quella, sparendo con un rutto.
La fine di Lost lascia un vuoto di senso del tutto incolmabile.
Ne danno il triste annuncio milioni di fans per anni devoti, e oggi incazzati come dei metaforici cobra.

Smirnoff, 1967