Monday, October 31, 2011

The Air-Conditioned Nightmare






Inside of me today
There is no one
Only asteroids and empty space
A waste

They're looking through the windows at me






Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare
Rots your brain just like a catchy tune, yeah
You will hate life more than life hates you

Happiness is your illness in an air-conditioned nightmare

Burn all your mementos of me








Walkin' on air
Up from the wheelchair
I'll find the suicide
That I deserve

Walkin' on sand
Forgotten where I am
But it's so comfortable
Here in the sun...

I only see rainbows
Now that the bandages are gone
Through my window, there

Mr. Bungle

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Life Trapped in Amber

Ernest Hemingway: From Life to Fiction

 
 
 



In cooperation with the Museum of the Hellenic Nobel Collection, the Hellenic American Union organized an exhibition was dedicated to the American Nobel prize-winning writer Ernest Hemingway entitled

Ernest Hemingway: From Life to Fiction.








The exhibition was organized on the occasion of the 50th anniversary of his death.








Ernest Hemingway’s life and work was presented through photos and rare audio-visual material for the first time in Greece.


Saturday, October 29, 2011

Conversational Pace






Zoumboulakis Galleries presented:  Iannis Ganas' recent works under the title “Conversational Pace”,









In the language of long distance runners “conversational pace” is the kind of training that allows one to comfortably hold a conversation while running.





Iannis Ganas, a runner himself, experiences the space of Kalimarmaron stadium through repetition, self-suggestion, fatigue, introspection and the transcendence that comes with running.






Through his works he tries to compose his personal psycho graph as a runner who observes and an artist who runs.



Friday, October 28, 2011

All that melts into air is solid







If reality is a construction according to which all that is solid melts into air, the intervening space between reality and the imaginary is a construct, which melts into air but is solid. The exhibition conveys, more than anything, a sense of this intermediary space that can be perceived but is not actually tangible.



It focuses on the fragile yet solid construction, which is located at the intersection between reality and dream; this is how its title, the inversion of the phrase from the Manifesto of the Communist Party, occurred. [ more info]



 



Curated by Galini Notti

Participating artists: Vassiliki Anastassiou, Johanna Billing, Kostas Christopoulos, Maria Karantzi, Nina Papaconstantinou, Kostas Sahpazis, Yiannis Theodoropoulos, Myrto Xanthopoulou

Until 29.10.2011 at Elika Gallery

On The Street Where You Live





I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before



 

All at once am I several stories high
Knowing I'm on the street where you live





And oh, the towering feeling just to know
Somehow you are near





The overpowering feeling that any second
You may suddenly appear




People stop and stare, they don't bother me
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be

Let the time go by, I don't care if I can be here
On the street where you live

Harry Connick Jr.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Ice and Pinewood Trees










We hit the road…
And we got nowhere.
We hit stoneway to the land of soul.
In the grass we laid
And watched the swallows.
We burned the field to feel the hollow.

The smell of the sea…
And the salty spray…
We shed all our skins
To feed the waves.






I asked the water,
Our long lost friend;
'Water, take us,
We've gone astray.'

The smell of the sea…
And the salty spray…
We shed all our skins
To feed the waves.





I washed my face in muddy water…
And healed my soul in burning sand…
I licked your wounds with tongues of grass
And we watched, yeah, we watched…
Yes, we watched…
Ships and cities pass.

The Bambi Molesters

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Home before dark

 




Another car is stopping for gas
Be careful with that burning match
The radio is playing Nat King Cole
Nat King Cole sings

Another stranger turns the wheel
I stay behind in silence and feel
The oil on overall and hands
Is all that's left, all left for me
Better late than never



 



Here come the sunny days
You keep your eyes wide open
And all I say is
Yes yes yes yes yes me too
I'm ready for a kick in the back
I'm ready for another hopeless wreck
I'm ready for a night so long and black
So long and black



 


Better late than never
Here come the sunny days
I keep my eyes wide open
Here come the best years of my life
And all I say is
Yes yes yes yes yes me too
Another night of counting cars
The magazines and candy bars
And everybody's driving home
They're home, home before dark

The Nits

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Memories of the sea






Every night and day





I walk along sandy shores






And listen to soft waves







Revealing a thousand stories


Memories

Memories of the sea

Arnica Montana

Monday, October 24, 2011

Open-air cinema





Bill Viola
Hatsu Yume (First Dream), 1981
Duration 56’



The National Museum of Contemporary Art, Athens participates in the artistic events organized by the Hellenic Ministry of Culture and Tourism in Athens in collaboration with the Municipality of Athens, by presenting important works from its collections, ephemeral actions and new productions in public spaces in Athens, such as parks and streets, from September 8th until November 15th 2011


 


Bill Viola
Hatsu Yume (First Dream), 1981
Duration 56’


 
The Open air Cinema (Duration: 8 - 27 September) in Pagrati Grove with 6 video art works from EMST’s collection by international and Greek artists from the fields of sculpture, photography but also of theatre and cinematographic direction, such as Rebecca Horn, Robert Wilson, Sophie Calle and Gregory Shephard, George Drivas and Kostas Aristopoulos.
[ + info ]



Robert Wilson
Deafman Glance, 1981
Duration 26΄53΄΄






Robert Wilson
Deafman Glance, 1981
Duration 26΄53΄΄





"Public Dialogue" by Joseph Beuys


 In this work the conceptual artist Joseph Beuys, one of the most important figures of postwar art, stimulates with his idea on social sculpture and the relationship between art and politics.





Sunday, October 23, 2011

They Live Among Us



Late Night Drive





 
Late night drive, takes me away
Late night drive, out run the day




This car becomes my private getaway
A place where I can finally get through
The short days and the long nights
Push down the gas, prepare to take flight







 
This car, it is my only getaway
The place where I come to get through
The long days and the short nights
Push back the seat, prepare to take flight

 




Short Circuit

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Waiting To Know You (B)

 
 



I’m…waiting to know you by the way
Send up a balloon, says write to me soon, yeah

I’m waiting to know you by the way
Flashlight the cave, listen short-wave, yeah




And when I’m about to give up hope,
But nope,
with my telescope,

I’m standing gone the Navy yard
To see: could there one for me be?




 
Baby oh no,
Where did you go?

The Fiery Furnaces

Friday, October 21, 2011

Waiting To Know You (A)







I’m… waiting to know you by the way
Send up a balloon, says write to me soon, yeah
I’m waiting to know you by the way
Set up at the pier, wait 'til you get here yeah





And when I’m about to give up hope,
But nope,
with my telescope,
I’m standing guard the Navy yard
To see: could there one for me be?

Baby oh no,
Where did you go?



 


I’m… waiting to know you by the way
Flashlight the cave, listen short-wave, yeah
I’m waiting to know you by the way
Dredge up the lake, all the trees shake, yeah



 


And when I’m about to give up hope,
But nope,
with my telescope,
I’m standing guard the Navy yard
To see: could there one for me be?

Baby oh no,
Where did you go?

( to be continued...)


The Fiery Furnaces

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Reflections



Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you





View a wolf like me for what I really might be
Listening to the lyrics only here's what I allow
You gotta try and make me testify for here and right now
Lets have a confrontation over a cold one
I'll give you conversation just to see if you can hold em
I play so dumb




Because I know some of these star struck small talk art fucks is no fun
I'm the blood type that goes straight for the guns
Like before you even spoke already knew what your loves like
So what you thinking?
Because I'm thinking we should jump into your ocean
Let's go girl this ship is sinking



I caught you trying to hide your smile behind your glass
But all of your secrets become a swing set when you laugh
And all of your regrets that you're carrying a burying
Don't mean a damn thing if there's nobody to share them with




Look at your face
When all I could see was myself looking back at me
Reflection
And all I could do was think about sleeping next to you

"Only trying to find myself inside of you"

Atmosphere