Thursday, August 31, 2006

Storm Heaven and Protest!

We are the Kollective set up through necessity to combat all cosy and reassuring art forms, to root out and destroy all smirking hippy capitalist swine masquerading as artists and to put the risk-taking back into aesthetic production. We are in favour of art that is aggressive and confrontational, connected to the real, the past and the imaginary world. We are equally opposed to spineless naturalism and gutless abstraction. Art that changes our lives, lives that engage with art. Love, hate, pain, rage, humour.

We want to bring about a multitude of art and writing dedicated to that which we can see and touch, smell and hear, not the state-sponsored audio-visual wallpaper filling up the museums and galleries like fat clogging up arteries. We aim to put the art world on a strict diet...a diet of high-fibre reality, a cold shower as opposed to art that embraces you like a lukewarm bath.

We are in favour of art, whatever the medium, that is unafraid to engage both the heart and the mind. We want art full of blood, sweat and tears. If the only art that so-called artists produce is mired in self-indulgence they should get themselves another self.

Roar! Come and join us!

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

www.post-truth.com

Post-truth is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their truths, revealing their identity, on one typed and homemade blog-comment space.


No secrets.

No truths masquerading as cheap art.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Fortune Cookie

Woman: OOOOOOOH, look! A fortune cookie! I love fortune cookies!
Man: I've got one too! You open it first. Let's see what you've got!
Woman: Ok, errrm....hang on a sec....it's all folded...it says..'A happy heart is easy for you when you find the house of your dreams.'OOOOOOOH. That's really weird...we've been looking for a house...perhaps we'll find the one of our dreams! That's great! What does yours say?
Man: Right, here goes. Hopefully it'll be good like yours. Errrrrrm.....hang on a minute....What's this?
Woman: What? What does it say? What does it say?
Man: It says: 'I'm stuck in a fortune cookie factory. Help me.'

I can't Finish Anythin

..............I can't finish anythin
I start words that have no en
..............................The starting points of words that have no meanin
--------------stopping short of ever going anywh
)))))))))))))))This endless staple of thoughts of
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Your shining eyes in the daybrea
................I just cannot see the
-----------------------------You are so beautiful
------------------------------------Shoving the unfinished to the back of the drawer
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&Half-started, half-witted, a title or a
....some parts of wom
-----------A stringent hardened scarp of mea
######################Tell me what you think of me
..............................Tell
So eyes will break and not let m
------------------Part II to come in several instalm
Put it on the shelf for a while.
................It will be on display at the Pompid
//////////////////////////////A verb
.....Someone said this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,""
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;in red or blue or bl...
000000000000000000pencil0000000000000000000
.............................................
What of it? You mean.
I feel love**********************************
**********************..............some things never come to fruiti
/////////////several moments in the tea sho
66666666666666666666666666666666666your face behind the pap
@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@and her hair in a bunch of
......................Whatever 'it' is............
I haven't found i

Some Weird, Weird Shit & The Ro-Mo-Bo-Po...



A "Christ, was I ever in that sort of place"- type lyric here.....errr, .....sorry! Can't even be bothered to annotate it, so further apologies to the hard of seeing....

But to redeem the post (or rather to spread the embarrassment around a bit) here's the poster for the play I was in with Ro-Mo. (She played my daughter. I know.)




She'll tell you more about the play.....over to you, Ro-Mo....

Monday, August 28, 2006

Discarded lyric, c. 2001 (?)...





The lyric reads:

I had Elvis's nose
And Marilyn's hips
Dylan's prose
And the Sex Pistols zips.

I had Lennon's ego (?)
Morrissey's wit
And the bit of Robbie Williams
That wasn't shit

And still I screwed it up...









The photo was from a session I did with my then-girlfriend's sister, Alex. She made me put on the make-up, honestly...This is the nicest one, but I wasn't a very good model, I'm afraid being far too camera shy.

Cheers,

Bob