artist: Mark Collop
New Project Space @ 500X
The new project space at 500 X has balls: big red, glittering, pig balls. Thanks to Mark Collop’s exhibit, “Hunters Welcome,” the space offers a disturbing commentary on hunting culture and masculinity complicated by sacral references. The installation reveals hunting’s situational power, and subsequent deification, while exposing its gruesome underbelly… or something close to it.
Why should we care if a fringe group of armed citizens finds sport in hunting and all the subsequent tomfoolery surrounding death, guns and alcohol? Because this previously time honored profession of hunter has become obsolete as a practical necessity in America, yet continues to offer a very real, possibly pathological and primal, experience to many men and some women.
Ergonomics of Futility
Ian F. Thomas and Shreepad Joglekar
coordinated by Ro2 Art and Ryder Richards
(ALERT: the reviewer participated in and coordinated this event, therefore he has special insights and vested interests.)
“Ergonomics of Futility” provided a platform for dissension in trust and a spectacle of absurdity based on the most serious of problems: economic disparity and corporate hierarchy. Thomas and Joglekar developed the one-night-only performance at a temporary venue in South Dallas. The event was reminiscent of Gilliam’s “Brazil” as the bizarre, systematic actions undertaken by the performers produced a cyclic system devoid of tangible benefit… except for the possibility of offsetting inflation one dollar at a time.
In this corporate parody ‘art’ was created in the most inefficient manner possible: by developing a business model with management and employees at work in an office setting. Active at ‘work stations’ four performers engaged in tasks such as endlessly transcribing Melville on a loop of paper, hand sawing through books, and singeing ever-devalued dollars, whereupon a ‘worker’ would apply gold leaf and, finally, pin each revalued bill to the wall as a finished ‘product’. The catch is that the ‘workers’ had to earn the dollar bill, which allowed them to continue their ‘job’ of destroying the bill. Executed with all seriousness, these futile actions rewarded mindless repetition and an abundance of sweat over the typically lauded virtues of intellectual aptitude.
ONE NIGHT ONLY NOT HAPPENING!!!
My huge wooden bird (creatively titled ‘Bird’) will not be destroyed tonight at 9 PM in front of the “Charles Adams Gallery” in Lubbock. Not Aiding in this endeavor are my 2 good buddies Jon Whitfill and Chad Plunkett.
If no one buys the piece the boys will take action. I think it costs $1000 and I hope no one buys it.
It oughta be fun, like a demolition derby!
Sorry y’all… looks like the event will not happen for a series of unforseen circumstances. dang.
“Decorum” at the Aloft hotel in Dallas.