Showing posts with label Derek Liddington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Derek Liddington. Show all posts

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Softcore Modernism in Toronto


The skepticism which fails to contribute to the ruin of our health is merely an intellectual exercise.
E.M. Cioran

In 1995, Paul McCarthy and Mike Kelley got together to create a video called "Fresh Acconci." In it, they used nude models to re-enact a series of pieces that Vito Acconci had done in the 1970s. The sexual aspect in the Acconci work was retained, but given a force which was decidedly different from the original. Exaggerated glamour and softcore porn production values garnish Acconci's desperate pleas and discomforts, flattening them out, making them pathetic but funnier. They are spread among an ethnically and gender diverse group of performers to give them a sense of universality. The bleak light of New York is replaced by California sunshine. All in all, the freshening up of Acconci softens out all of the hard edges but highlights the romantic desperation, all the while making it seem cute and restoring the sense that its feeling could be readily purchased for private needs, rather than festooned on an undesiring public.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Reality Check at Clark & Faria: Karin Bubas, Douglas Coupland, Graham Gillmore and Derek Liddington.


The Young Fogeys


At first glance, there isn't really that much uniting the works on display. Not until you probe a little more and realize that they are essentially bound by a kind of faith. Sometimes this is slightly detached or doubtful. Sometimes it's smug or fanatical. It's an attempt to have faith in the present: the present not so much as a temporality, but as an object which can be contemplated. It isn't ownership that's the question. After all, there is no ownership in faith, only the faithful and their contemplation. Therefore, the works are a fetishization of the present.