This is a new series of rants done in HD video. My collaborator is Brian Caiazza. These are h264 encodes. to see a 1/2 scale hd encode go to http://nujus.net/gh_04/hd_rants/index.html
is is an updated riff off The society of the spectacle by Guy Debord. Consumers become marketing data in the ebb and flow of information systems. I edited this by separating all the spoken phrases and the rearranging them. I also created groupings of rythmic patterns based on drumming and drumrolls. I can see with this piece that even though I've shuffled all the bits of the performance, the meaning still comes through. The next steps are to train myself to perform so that in the post production process the material is rich. I'm also creating a rudimentary language system of tics and patterns. All of this leads to a databased performance work that can be generated by an algorithm.
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RANTAPOD
John Lennon had it right; Television is the opiate of the masses.
Art is about seeking and finding a truth. Perhaps it's a small truth that is so powerful that it becomes a universal truth. In the art of the 21st century media art is the vehicle. Digital media allows you to section and repeat time. It compresses space.
The network is the medium. The only way to counteract global marketing is to tell the truth about yourself. Call them as you see them even if it means you won't be marketable.
Reality TV is about winning at any cost. It's also about degradation.
This is a performance of Rant/ Rant Back/ Back Rant (12 minutes) performed in September of 2003 for the Split Festival of Film and New Media in Split, Croatia.
The performance is G.H. Hovagimyan and Peter Sinclair.
The keywords are all gathered from news items. They become the raw material for a psychotic information rant. Peter samples GH's voice and throws it back into the sound mix. He adds effects and layers creating a new type of word/ slam/ information performance.
The roads are jammed. This is a nightmare.
Don’t ask for help. There isn’t any.
The police want us to leave. Maybe we can hide from them.
I don’t want to leave my home.
The thieves’ll take everything. Oh God. Look at the wind.
The police are just as bad. Damn them. Damn. Don’t ask for help.
I’m not ready for this. That was jes the first wave.
New Orleans is a deep disaster. America is under a dark cloud. If I was religious I'd say that George Bush was a false prophet. What happened to this great country? The thieves and liars are in control. There's no way out.
Shit. What am I gonna do. Shit
The phones dead.
I need to take a look outside.
I'm not ready for this.
Let's stay put. We're trapped.
There's no way out.
There's nothing left. It's all gone.
Gone. Gone gone gone away gone.
Did you hear that?
"...and this is true of art as well: the grand utopia of art, the great illusion, the great transcendence of art materialized everywhere. Art has thoroughly entered reality.Some say that art is dematerialized. The exact opposite is true: art today has thoroughly entered reality. It is in museums and galleries, but also in trash, on walls,in the street, in the banality of everything that has been made sacred today without any further debate. The aesthetization of the world is complete. Just as we now have a bureaucratic materialization of the social,a technological materialization of sexuality, a media and advertizing materialization of politics, we have semiotic materialization of art. " Jean Baudrillard - The Conspiracy of Art
Some people are touting the death of the artist. This is where everyone is creative. No more need for exceptional individuals. Only organizers, only curators. We can all work together. No one is special. That’s because we’re all special because we're all the same.
Yeah right.
I bumped into a friend of mine, he's a painter but he does high end cabinets to make a living. He lives in a tiny apartment in the Lower East Side. He gave up painting because he couldn't afford the rent on a studio. Now he makes his images on computer. They’re the same but not in paint. I guess he didn't hear about the death of the artist yet.