Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Improv Comedy and Deleuze
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Film Shoot
I was in charge of making sure that the handoff of shooters happened smoothly. We tried to make the transition as smooth as possible. While Camera A was shooting the subject I would prep Camera B and give it to the next cinematographer. At the turn of the hour Camera B would shoot Camera A for one minute, at which point Camera A would turn to Camera B, Camera B would turn to the subject, and Camera A would be turned off.
Although we tried to make these transitions smooth, the time-based nature of it made the day full of striation. This was in part a technical necessity (batteries and SD cards cannot shoot for 24 hours), and also an artistic choice. Being the person who was in charge of these quick changes I became uncomfortably aware of the time. For a full day, every hour became an ordeal for me, an event. Sometimes these events were more stressful than others (did people show up on time, are we in the middle of the city, how many empty SDs cards do I have in my pocket right now), but they all happened with the same amount of time in between. I was affected when I finally tried to go to sleep by popping my head up on the hour, expecting to have to do something. My body had become used to the rhythm.
The inevitable outcome of the piece, was that it became a film about making a film, rather than an average day (which is what was expected). Of course, the subject is a filmmaker, so the nature of the day is not entirely unusual. One thing that I really noticed about the piece was how it brought together a community. With 45 shooters come in and out over the course of the day -- all of whom were somehow connected to the filmmaker, and most of whom were artists – I watched the world that surrounded him meld together. Many of the shooters would have three shifts (one on each subject) with an hour break in between each one, so they would be around for 5+ hours. People would hang out at the house on break, and stay late, as a community of artists gathered. I found the scene very inspiring.
One of my moments of the day was when all three subjects (as well as their three shooters) were in the backyard. Mom and Dad followed closely as their 14-month-old son ran around the yard. Once the shooters had their angles they stayed close as well. So the outcome was 6 people moving in unison, all moving in rhythm as a cohesive unit, as a toddler led the way kicking a ball as he went.
-- Jake
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Response to Hansen
Friday, March 26, 2010
“The Smooth and the Straited” in Improvisational Comedy
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Forever for Sale
Our discussion the last few weeks on the commodification of art is the central idea behind a piece of art I recently heard about on the NPR program “On The Media.” The following description comes from Caleb Larsen’s website on his piece “A Tool to Slaugher and Deceive”:
Combining Robert Morris' Box With the Sound of Its Own Making with Baudrillard's writing on the art auction this sculpture exists in eternal transactional flux. It is a physical sculpture that is perptually attempting to auction itself on eBay.
Every ten minutes the black box pings a server on the internet via the ethernet connection to check if it is for sale on the eBay. If its auction has ended or it has sold, it automatically creates a new auction of itself.
If a person buys it on eBay, the current owner is required to send it to the new owner. The new owner must then plug it into ethernet, and the cycle repeats itself.
(http://caleblarsen.com/projects/a-tool-to-deceive-and-slaughter/)
In this piece the raw material from which the “Art” is created is created is the commodification itself – the transactions. If not for these transactions it would be nothing more than what Larsen describes as “just a collection of parts.”
The piece is interesting to think about in light of last week’s essay “What Children Say.” It is certainly “made up of trajectories and becoming” as it physically moves around the world every time it is purchased. And it will continue to do so in perpetuity, constantly becoming. This may be a rather crude and literal interpretation of Deleuze, but this piece (again, titled “A Tool to Slaughter and Deceive”) is nothing if not crude.
I’m still undecided on my personal feelings about it, but I felt that it is a worthwhile work to discuss given our current discussions, and am certainly interested in everyone else’s thoughts.
-- Jake