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The Visiting Artists Symposium Lecture Series will feature a new guest speaker each week throughout the fall semester. Lectures are held at 2:30 on Tuesdays in the Wadleigh Library conference room. After the public session, the artists will be available to the students formally registered in the College’s Visiting Artist Symposium (Course #IDS.301). The Fall 2008 series is coordinated by Darrell Matsumoto, Chair of the Department of Photography/Media Arts and Design.

The full schedule is as follows:

Sept. 16, Kathleen Campbell, photographer
Sept. 23, Sheri Wills, experimental filmmaker
Sept. 30, Stephen Niccolls, painter
Oct. 7, Jeffrey Silverthorne, photographer
Oct. 14, Zeljka Himbele, curator
Oct. 21, Jonathan Bonner, sculptor
Oct. 28, Diane Ayott, painter
Nov. 4, William Martin, sculptor
Nov. 11, Jonathan Kirk, sculptor
Nov. 18, Pipo Nguyen-duy, photographer

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manifestos

April 23, 2008

Manifesto of Futurism

We intend to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and fearlessness.
Courage, audacity, and revolt will be essential elements of our poetry.
Up to now literature has exalted a pensive immobility, ecstasy, and sleep. We intend to exalt aggresive action, a feverish insomnia, the racer’s stride, the mortal leap, the punch and the slap.
We affirm that the world’s magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing car whose hood is adorned with great pipes, like serpents of explosive breath—a roaring car that seems to ride on grapeshot is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.
We want to hymn the man at the wheel, who hurls the lance of his spirit across the Earth, along the circle of its orbit.
The poet must spend himself with ardor, splendor, and generosity, to swell the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.
Except in struggle, there is no more beauty. No work without an aggressive character can be a masterpiece. Poetry must be conceived as a violent attack on unknown forces, to reduce and prostrate them before man.
We stand on the last promontory of the centuries!… Why should we look back, when what we want is to break down the mysterious doors of the Impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We already live in the absolute, because we have created eternal, omnipresent speed.
We will glorify war—the world’s only hygiene—militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of freedom-bringers, beautiful ideas worth dying for, and scorn for woman.
We will destroy the museums, libraries, academies of every kind, will fight moralism, feminism, every opportunistic or utilitarian cowardice.
We will sing of great crowds excited by work, by pleasure, and by riot; we will sing of the multicolored, polyphonic tides of revolution in the modern capitals; we will sing of the vibrant nightly fervor of arsenals and shipyards blazing with violent electric moons; greedy railway stations that devour smoke-plumed serpents; factories hung on clouds by the crooked lines of their smoke; bridges that stride the rivers like giant gymnasts, flashing in the sun with a glitter of knives; adventurous steamers that sniff the horizon; deep-chested locomotives whose wheels paw the tracks like the hooves of enormous steel horses bridled by tubing; and the sleek flight of planes whose propellers chatter in the wind like banners and seem to cheer like an enthusiastic crowd.

Claes Oldenburg 1961

“I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum.
I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art give the chance of having a starting point of zero.
I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap & still comes out on top.
I am for an art that imitates the human,. that is comic, if necessary, or violent, or whatever is necessary.
I am for an artist who vanishes, turning up in a white cap painting signs or hallways.
I am for art that comes out of a chimney like black hair and scatters in the sky.
I am for art that spills out of an old man’s purse when he is bounced off a passing fender.
I am for the art out of a doggy’s mouth, falling five stories from the roof.
I am for the art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper.
I am for the art that is put on and taken off, like pants, which develops holes, likes socks, which is eaten, like a piece of pie or abandoned with great contempt, like a piece of shit.”

originally from “I am for an art. . . ” Environments, Situations, Spaces (New York, Martha Jackson Galleru 1961)
from The Artist’s Joke ed. by Jennifer Higgue, MIT Press, 2007.

Truths via kanarinka

Art Truths That You Will Learn If You Don’t Know Them Yet

These are meant to be playful and polemic. Hopefully you disagree with some of them.

“Truth isn’t something already out there we have to discover, but it has to be created in every domain” (Gilles Deleuze)
All art is interactive.
All art produces agencies and audiences.
All art is site-specific.
All art is public art.
All art is political.
All art participates in various economies even if it’s not for sale.
Don’t express yourself. Nobody cares (and if they do you probably don’t want them to).
Originality is not original. Steal things first.
Work leads to work.