30 September 2008

Set Me Free


From Juxtapoz

Woah, if you’re like us, Nirvana had more than a slight impact on your development as an adolescent, and Kurt Cobain was integral in helping you develop a lil teen spirit of your own. Looks like artist Natascha Stellmach wants a bit of Cobain’s spirit as well because she’s planning on smoking his ashes.
Ok, try not to choke on your coffee, yes it’s true: Award winning Berlin based artist Natascha Stellmach will smoke the singer’s ashes as part of her latest exhibition, Set Me Free.
Stellmach has acquired the ashes of Nirvana frontman, Kurt Cobain, and has transformed the grunge icon’s remains into an installation investigating suicide and the power of desecration.
Stellmach’s work in which the ashes of Cobain are rolled into a joint to be smoked at the completion of the exhibition, now claims an ephemeral place in the life story of the Grunge star. “This final act”, Stellmach said, “will release Cobain from the media circus and into the ether.” Hmm..sems to be increasing media coverage as of late, but whatever, right?
Stellmach's work comprises a "death cycle" of five pieces, and the conclusion presents a joint containing Cobain's ashes, which is held in an antique case engraved with the work's title (seen above.)
Stellmach intends to smoke this joint at a secret Berlin location with patrons of her work. It represents both the completion of the conceptual project and the final act in an exhibition bound to provoke wide public debate.
Asked how she came to have Cobain's ashes, let alone smoke them, Stellmach has said, "That's confidential and kind of magic. They came to me. And I am setting him free.” Magic Kurt Cobain joints? Hell yeah, this is one of the many reasons why we love art. Puff on, Natascha.
Set Me Free, until October 11, at Gallerie Wagner + Partner, Berlin. More at galerie-wagner-partner.com

Sacrilege?

26 September 2008

Ulterior in NME

New Cam

On that Lomo tip...haven't seen any pictures yet, but hopefully they'll be shit/amazing.
£2...
Can't argue...
Sending some films to TruPrint soon, so I'll post some results...
Not Supreme...

Charlie Don't Surf

My version of a tee I had when I was a kid...

Tomorrow - 27th September



T.S. Eliot - The Hollow Men

Mistah Kurtz -- he dead.


A penny for the Old Guy



I


We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.


II


Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom


III


This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.


IV


The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.


V


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.


Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow


For Thine is the Kingdom



Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow


Life is very long


Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow


For Thine is the Kingdom



For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.