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Stanley Donwood publica su Taglibro 21 y presenta exhibición en San Francisco

Francisco — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 23:58:02 +0000

Stanley Donwood publica su Taglibro 21, en el cual presenta tres de los varios trabajos nuevos que ha realizado, y que recuerdan mucho al artwork de Hail to the Thief. Como también había anunciado en su anterior Taglibro, dichos trabajos serán presentados en su primera exhibición de casi dos meses en EU, que se titula OVER NORMAL, mostrada en una famosa galería de San Francisco, y en la que ha incluido un acompañamiento musical, preparado con John Matthias, para visualizar sus obras, titulado OVERNORMALIZER. La ceremonia de apertura iniciará a las 21:30 horas, y la galería ofrecerá un panfleto a modo de periódico, preparado en conjunto con Donwood y Matthias, que se puede descargar en PDF desde aquí.

Mis disculpas por publicar otro Taglibro tan rápido después del anterior…
En el momento en el que lean esto yo estaré en San Francisco, preparando en la Fifty24SF Gallery una exhibición titulada OVER NORMAL, la cual durará del 2 de septiembre al 27 de octubre.
Es el primer evento que realizo en Estados Unidos, y consta de siete nuevas pinturas, nuevas serigrafías, nuevas impresiones en giclée y una instalación de sonido, llamada OVERNORMALIZER, que ha llevado a cabo con John Matthias.
El elemento que unifica el show es el constante uso de los colores que empecé a usar en 2003, cuando hacía las pinturas que se convertiría en el arte del álbum Hail to the Thief, de Radiohead. Este ha llegado a ser mi paleta californiana.
Las pinturas mostradas en este show son enormes paneles de madera de abedul, tres de los cuales muestro muestro arriba. Los he titulado como: PROBLEM INTENSITY, BECOME UNITED y BUSINESS PENIS.
El torrente de palabras, que me parecen aplastantes, lo he dibujado de mi colección de spam por correo electrónico, que tiene que ver con aspectos incesantes como el dinero, el sexo y el aprovecharse de los demás.
Son todas estas palabras lo que conforman la base del OVERNORMALIZER, una máquina a la que se le alimentó con spam en forma de texto, hasta que lo empezó a vomitar como sonido en los oídos del oyente.
Esperamos fervientemente el Sr. Matthias y yo que los resultados induzcan a una leve hipnosis o incluso a un estado de alucinación hipnogógica mientras se escucha, al tiempo que se aprecia y descifra el trabajo visual en el show.
Para acompañar dicha instalación, hice una serie de cuatro impresiones en giclée, que documentan los patrones neuronales provocados por el OVERNORMALIZER.

El sitio de la galería ofrece muchas fotos más del proceso de creación de las obras de Stanley.

A Wolf at the Door. (It Girl. Rag Doll.)

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 08:30:24 +0000

Drag him out the window
Dragging out the dead
Dinging I miss you
Snakes and ladders
Flip the lid out
Pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Step up get the gunge

Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you fucker, dance you fucker
Don’t you dare, don’t you dare
Don’t you?
Flan in the face
Take it with the love its given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the taxman
Let me back let me back
I promise to be good
Don’t look in the mirror
At the face you don’t recognize
Help me call the doctor
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside
Put me inside

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways
That he’s gonna mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don’t pay the ransom
And i’ll never see them again
If I squeal to the cops

Walking like a giant crane and
With my x ray eyes I strip you naked
In a tight little world
And are you on the list?
Stepford wives
Who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses.
Cold wives and sunday papers.
City boys in 1st class
Don’t know we’re born
Just know someone else
Is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Oh I wish you’d get up, go over
Get up, go over
And turn this tape off.

I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways
That hes gonna mess me up
Steal all my children
If I don’t pay the ransom
But i’ll never see him again
If I squeal to the cops

So I just go
Oooh…

Scatterbrain. (As Dead as Leaves.)

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 08:29:49 +0000

I’m walking out in a force ten gale
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail
The roof is pulling off by its fingernails
Your voice is rapping on my window sill

Yesterday’s headlines blown by the wind
Yesterday’s people end up scatterbrain
Then any fool
can easy pick a hole
(I only wish I could fall in)
A moving target in a firing range.

Somewhere I’m not
Scatterbrain.
Somewhere I’m not
Scatterbrain.

Lightning fuse, powercut.
Scatterbrain.

Myxomatosis. (Judge, Jury & Executioner.)

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 08:29:10 +0000

The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show it off
To all his new found friends
He said “i been where i liked
I slept with who i liked
She ate me up for breakfast
And screwed me in a vice

And now i don’t know why
I feel so tongue-tied”

I sat in the cupboard
And wrote it down in neat
They were cheering and waving
Cheering and waving
Twitching and salivating
Like with myxomatosis
But it got edited fucked up
Strangled, beaten up
Used as a photo in Time magazine
Buried in a burning black hole in Devon

“I don’t know why
I feel so tongue-tied
Don’t know why
I feel so skinned alive.”

My thoughts are misguided
And a little naive
I twitch and I salivate
Like with myxomatosis
You should put me in a home
Or you should put me down
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis

“Yeah no-one likes a smart arse
but we all like stars”

That wasn’t my intention
I did it for a reason
It must have got mixed up
Strangled, beaten up
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis

“I don’t know why
I feel so tongue-tied”

A Punchup at a Wedding. (No no no no no no no no.)

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 08:27:17 +0000

No, no, no… No, no, no…

I don’t know why you bother
Nothing’s ever good enough for you
I was there and it wasn’t like that
You came here just to start a fight

You had to piss on our parade
You had to shred our big day
You had to ruin it for all concerned
In a drunken punchup at a wedding

Hypocrite opportunist
Don’t infect me with your poison
A bully in a china shop
When I turn around you stay frozen to the spot

You had to piss on our parade
You had to shred our big day
You had to ruin it for all concerned
In a drunken punchup at a wedding

The pointless snide remarks
Of hammerhead sharks
The pot will call the kettle black
It’s a drunken punchup at a wedding.

No, no, no… No no no…

I will. (No man’s Land.)

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 08:25:56 +0000

I will lay me down
In a bunker underground
I won’t let this happen to my children
Meet the real world coming out of your shell
With white elephants sitting ducks
I will rise up

Little babies’ eyes

There There. (The Boney King of Nowhere.)

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 08:25:26 +0000

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just because you feel it doesnt mean it’s there
Just because you feel it doesnt mean it’s there

There’s always a siren
Singing you to shipwreck
(Don’t reach out, don’t reach out)
Steer away from these rocks
We’d be a walking disaster
(Don’t reach out, don’t reach out)

Just ’cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
(there’s someone on your shoulder)
Just ’cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
(there’s someone on your shoulder)

There there

Why so green and lonely?
Heaven sent you to me
We are accidents
Waiting waiting to happen
We are accidents
Waiting waiting to happen

The Gloaming. (Softly Opens our Mouths in the Cold.)

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 08:24:34 +0000

Genie let out the bottle
It is now the witching hour
Genie let out the bottle
It is now the witching hour
Murderers you’re murderers
We are not the same as you
Genie let out the bottle
Funny ha-ha funny how

When the walls bend
With your breathing

They will suck you down to the otherside

To the shadows blue and red

Your alarm bells

To the shadows blue and red

Your alarm bells

Should be ringing

This is the gloaming

We Suck Young Blood. (Your Time is up.)

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 08:24:03 +0000

Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?

Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?

We want the young blood

Are you fracturing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Would you do anything?
Flea-bitten, motheaten?

We suck young blood
We suck young blood

Won’t let the creeping ivy
Won’t let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned

We want the sweet meats
We want the young blood

Where I End and You Begin. (The Sky is Falling in.)

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 08:23:27 +0000

There’s a gap in between
There’s a gap where we meet
Where I end and you begin

I’m sorry for us
The dinosaurs roam the Earth
The sky turns green
Where I end and you begin

[Four, five, six, seven...]

I am up in the clouds
I am up in the clouds
And I can’t, and I can’t come down

I can watch but not take part
Where I end and where you start
Where you, you left me alone
You left me alone

‘X’ will mark the place
Like the parting of the waves
Like a house falling in the sea, oh the sea

I will eat you all alive

There’ll be no more lies

I will eat you all alive