Showing posts with label Puppies Puppies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Puppies Puppies. Show all posts

Friday, July 26, 2019

Puppies Puppies (Jade Kuriki Olivo) at Balice Hertling


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Again a public-domaining.  Or what the we'd call "appropriation" or the "readymade." But the PR, which is good, is right in persuading away from language like the readymade; it noting that, elsewhere in the gallery, the triggers hung on the wall have been removed (and permanently disabled) from US firearms which is not precisely reproduction or repetition of the world since it effectively "castrates" their noodley bit. This against the readymade reminiscent of D+G: "Mimicry is a very bad concept, since it relies on binary logic to describe phenomena of an entirely different nature.  The crocodile does not reproduce a tree trunk, any more than the chameleon reproduces the colors of its surroundings.  The Pink Panther imitates nothing, it reproduces nothing, it paints the world its color, pink on pink; this is its becoming-world". Again the PR: "Puppies Puppies has always fiddled with the broken membrane between imagination and the experience of reality". That we can rearrange the world for us to fit into, remake it to our desires, have every right be as legitimate a Spongebob as Nickelodeon, and write our own as canon. Be the Carpenter you want to see in the world.


See too: Puppies Puppies at What PipelinePuppies Puppies at BFA Boatos

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Puppies Puppies at What Pipeline


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expression through other's forms, the works cited accounting its ideation board if not entirely readymades. In fashion we express through brand, we stand behind labels to represent our better selves. Express through cultural containers, languages of mass culture, and the subject dies metamorphosing into its branding, adorned in its collection. Behind a hostage of the forcibly public-domained. You get to disappear behind others'. A system of drag (drag as corporeal parasitization, cosplay) but too the dirty and cruel world of bodies forced to adopt the identity and means of the larger cultural empire that oversees it, i.e. Adorno’s conform or perish: and that there is a sadness at the base of PP’s comedy that involves the body adopting not its own subjectivity but the the larger culture's as its means of representation with the implicit and ostensible threat to not be seen at all. Purell evaporates leaving your hands covered in a vast wastelands of bacterial corpse.




see too: Puppies Puppies at BFA Boatos

Monday, August 21, 2017

AR: Puppies Puppies at BFA Boatos

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Originally Posted: February 28th, 2017
Note: This entry is part of August Review, our annual look back at this season’s key exhibitions. For more information, see the announcement here.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Puppies Puppies at BFA Boatos


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Like the oral tradition whose stories allowed modification to fit the moment’s ethos, PP’s unconsensual public domaining of intellectual property proposes the Chiquita banana as open material. Beyond the usual mash-up/mix-up of post-warholian popists, PP’s appropriation remains intact, using brand as pre-established content for its storytelling, inhabiting the corporate/commercial sign systems that have come to determine our world. Harry Potter is the new Iliad for better or worse. And rather than collage systems of most contemporary post-Kelley-Walker appropriationist whose vita-mixing of signs stand in for the dismantling of Empire’s own, PP takes the post-cybernetic appropriations at their word, using the contemporary no-copyright anarchism along the lines of much more politically activated and transgressive forms of appropriation of, say, slash fiction. But so this public-domaining of the private one could posit as having to do with, not only, drag (drag as corporeal parasitization) but too the dirty and cruel world of bodies forced to adopt the identity and means of the larger cultural empire that oversees it, i.e. Adorno’s conform or perish: and that there is a sadness at the base of PP’s comedy that involves the body adopting not its own subjectivity but the the larger culture's as its means of representation with the implicit and ostensible threat to not be seen at all. Making the work super gay, even without the title’s innuendo or PR’s suggesting. Like same-sex marriage, acceptance for a subaltern group within a larger dominant culture comes with the implicit warning necessitating conforming for its acceptance. Of course PP’s marriage proposal as part of its exhibitionary history. PP obviously positing the tertiary: replace conform with thieve, steal the banana.

Which then, 2.): Like Gober’s drains and sinks conflating cleanliness and washing with sickness and waste (drain - and all its attendant synonyms: bleed, deplete, exhaust, consume, empty, reduce) draining away in the wash, PPs hand sanitizer updating Goberian themes to its hypochondrial present, the drain of wash is replaced with the sterilization and preservation of self. Like fruit gone overripe, the body, the vanitas of PP’s early interest, and all its attendant themes of transience, under overarching theme of homosexuality of this exhibition (for whom viral conditions have dark history) and Puppies own experience with a body that betrayed him, and the fruits of the title and the fruits on the table whose bodies and the metaphorical ones too all too early compromised themselves and rotted away on tables, and the desire to be clean, to preserve bodies, the new chemical cleanliness, antibacterial science replacing good-ole-soap, a sterilization that, as we know of those who adolesce under such conditions are prone to new problems, eating boogers reduces asthma in children, the need to be cleanly to conform your body to dominant standards erupts new problems. Dirtiness a real drag, drag as dirty; do you see where this goes?


See too: Puppies Puppies at Vilma GoldPuppies Puppies at Queer Thoughts“Friday, July 24, 2015″ at Essex Street

Friday, November 6, 2015

Puppies Puppies at Vilma Gold

Puppies Puppies at Vilma Gold
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The sweet blood of all those Disney characters is actually corn, barrels of it, the dream of american heartland rendered sickly sweet, sweeter than sugar and cheaper to produce, our cellular frames now an industrial byproduct delivering and adapting consumers taste for saccharinity without restraint. A debate about whether or not these corny subjects are inherently harmful, their omnipresence in American diets surely presents later in life. The internet's rule 34 once predicted that if it existed there was porn of it, but has come to mean images of childhood cartoons engaging in sexual acts. Sweetness imprints in kids it seems. Rule 34 continues to grow as a google search (though interestingly less so in the UK where this ultra sweetness is not found.)  The corny fantasy without balance is an addictive substance, a better commodity, we never experience nourishment or taste so much as direct dopamine reverb, foods and disney treated to ever more focused scientific research achieving not only a more pleasing product but one never delivering satiation. Artists can at least deliver some form of relief to the fantasy by erotically showing off their ends' bitter taste, a fantasy cornhole.

See too: Venice vs. Triennial

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Puppies Puppies at Queer Thoughts

Puppies Puppies at Queer Thoughts
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This prequel's synopsis: Puppies Puppies, as Gollum, dressed as ever the inept minion, lost his love, his precious ring, to our narrator Forrest, which I guess makes him Bilbo Baggins. Unless this is part of the Trilogy and Forrest is Frodo, which would make this allegory a lot more complicated. Either way Gollum is made ugly by his love, lost to hobbit and which Gollum is ultimately doomed to a tragic death with his beloved, if our erotic fanfic stays true to canon. Whichever book we're on, Puppies Puppies quixotic quest to imbue memecore with its pathos: poor hygiene basement dwellers in love with their precious ring of internet sociality that binds them, Contemporary Art Daily our eye of Sauron. And which makes us the disgraced Boromir, which means I'll soon be dead, exposed and embarrassed. Like FGT the signs of culture are representations of latent forms, two clocks as representations of time, like a condom filled with bloody white worms of mom's spaghetti gone viral, hand sanitizer, latex masks and make-up covered nakedness, and fish slime being washed, braced within a text effusing romance, is a comedy filled with latent bodily abjection.

Episode 1: “Friday, July 24, 2015″ at Essex Street

Friday, July 24, 2015

“Friday, July 24, 2015″ at Essex Street

"Friday, July 24, 2015" at Essex Street
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In this episode Forrest pens a love letter. The love letter is open letter, made public PR, an address sung upon the highest mountain top found: the LES exhibition, and then posted on his own factory of the visible, but addendums abound at pains to make clear that it was CAD's board of directors choosing to announce the letter and not Forrest, because that would be like weird, and but who is going to tell their boss their love wasn't worthy, and but who wants to be a critic of a love letter anyway, particularly when people's literal lives and loves are at stake, not us, the letter is undeniably sweet. Jealous singles swell. So from our team to yours we all wish you and yours a happy outcome.

But so the most interesting reveal in this episode that for all CAD's fears of nepotism, CAWD actually wrote the review for Puppies Puppies back in March, back when it was quickly becoming an expectation for Puppies Puppies next solo to be featured on CAD, one of the extremely few penned early in anticipation for its eventual coming, PP an obvious CAD favorite, before knowing anything about the love revealed here. So here's hoping it comes.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Will Benedict at Bergen Kunsthall


Left to Right: Tom Humphreys, Clegg & Guttmann, Floor: David Leonard, Pentti Monkkonen, Lucie Stahl, Monitors:Puppies Puppies, Lin May Saeed
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The new method of artistic identity production, vacant-token-products for the gallery leaving the unsaleable cultural-capital building for the museums. Benedict has always been, like Kanye, a wonderful producer woefully lacking in “content.” Instead the arrangements are based on the formal material massaged in the medium of the network, buoys in the flow. Though Yeezus was great.

And Benedict's turn towards video production gives the most interesting results, yet the temptation to connect Benedict’s passé part-outs to the subliminal-abjection of the anti-adverts - both creating a fragmented disgust - would miss how sick-sweet repulsiveness of Fried Chicken and KFC commercials is premised on their physiological allure set against a much deeper horror. Benedict’s are closer to the phenomenon of trypophobia, a socially spread internet “fear,” presenting a study of whether it actually premised off a biological response or a form of social inclusion

See too: Will Benedict at Balice Hertling