As terrible as the term “skate art” is, and Ed Templeton would agree with us there, these Jenkem articles that get art critic Shana Nys Dambrot to talk about art that was created by skateboarders
Up this week is Dave Carnie, who we are looking at to make the leap into the big money high art scene asap, Ed Templeton, Nora Vasconcellos, Harif Guzman, Hiroki Muraoka, and Yoon Hyup. Dig in and give ol’ aCiD invader a follow if you don’t already.
Critic sample for Carnie’s above photocollage:
This. Is. Amazing. I’m obsessed. The medium of photocollage is one of those things that has a broad appeal to both audiences and artist, but is particularly susceptible to falling short of the vision. The zeitgeist of juxtaposition and naturally occurring surrealism that characterizes our visual culture’s relentless information onslaught, augmented by the ways our Insta feeds reorganize our neurons, make the appeal all the greater.
The Arecibo Observatory in Puerto Rico, home to one of the world’s largest radio telescopes, recently reported unusual interruptions in the telescope’s deep space receptions. At first they suspected Russian hackers, but it turns out that the extraterrestrial radio transmissions are being pilfered by the Underworld’s finest fiddler, Nicolo Piganini. Inspired by Kurt Vonnegut’s testimony before the FCC in 1951 on the subject of “The Euphio Question,” Piganini constructed his own Euphoriaphone, or Euphio for short. The machine harvests faint and mysterious signals from seemingly empty regions of interstellar space, reconfigures the signals into sound waves, then amplifies the sound. Vonnegut describes it as nothing more than “a wavering hiss,” but the effect it has on anyone who happens to be in the vicinity is “happiness—incomparable, continuous happiness.” He likened it to walking past a field of burning marijuana. Piganini, from his Underworld concert hall at the Center Of The Earth, was able to tap into the Arecibo Observatory’s giant dish, poach its interstellar signals, and then run them through his own Euphoriaphone. The frequencies are then routed through a blue whale’s larynx that is operated, and accompanied by, a choir of Buddhist monks, along with Piganini’s haunting fiddle. The sound is impossible to describe. “Better than any wine buzz ever,” is how Diane O’Nysus described the Euphio Philharmonic Orchestra performance that she attended. She said the sounds emitted by the whale’s larynx created an immensely pleasant feeling of being home, of being safe and secure, of being loved. A fellow concertgoer, Hieronymoose Bassch, told Diane that the sounds come from the Center Of The Universe (if such a place exists) and that it is in fact the sound of our origin. It is Mother Universe’s heart beating. Well, Diane replied, it sounds more like her fart’s bleating, but that Euphio thing can hold my hand any time, any where, any when. It melted my earwax! I want one.
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