Global Media and Untitled

Global Media (top) is a visual representation of "information overload", that we experience through various media. In Global Media the textual elements of the work become muddled and opaque, which can be seen as a representation of truth being buried under a mass of information. Untitled takes influence from Asian and, in particular Indian art forms. The Asian influence is unapologetically digitised and merged with Western art styles. It can be thought of as an example of a multicultural hybrid, or as an example of "Global Art". Untitled includes an original photograph by Miss Boux .

Simon

TROJAN HORSE

Text Art.

Simon Harris

Demonstrate

Balloted Dionysus black card
calls to both sides of the Renaissance
with aspects due to due regard
printemps accruing its duality

by birth admass sincerity, nicotine
slippage, detritus and allergen
a flower, premortis, dispossessed
you would fear the fear of fear

and those who see you fearful,
fear their fear of your fear, that you
then hide through fear of fearing
fears hidden, fearfully next to

television screams our botox youth
to patter the blade of survival
disincriminated and bold like amino acids
wanton for the features
of fluidity

screens
in carcinogen emotion a fix of twittering
solipsistic, jingoistic feverish punch
twilit gymnasia, fleshing ropes
and dumb bells, cornered by happenstance

engraved by reason's repetition

a hyper real fiction

New movements in art moments

Where did you come from?
Knock off /it off
Fuck knows/knows fuck
autonomous machinery/no autonomy
For god's sake this isn't a poem

How does art sit with capitalist times
are hard for those who dare not dream
for those who dare must
dream (a sentence here)
virtual world/artificial freedom

streaming media here a purport 2
(and you know it) else
where magnifies exits we'll
dream a rope to pull the horse
Columbus and Raleigh

The Trojan night the Trojan night
drowning in stars
step one two three like a child
she walks to begin again her bare feet like grain
on the ground

We daren't wake her synopsis forms reverie
for fear of truth is far harder than
living far harder than love
Our love is money and fear is its quell
our sanity is clunky

New movements in art moments
time is rebellion to the friction
of finance is lost by our trance
that freedom calls knowledge hence
and there after we might live with

each other and lie with the animals

Girl 2/You Thought You'd Forgotten

Girl 2 (top picture) collaboration with Miss Boux. You Thought You'd Forgotten reveals the yellow colouration of memories.

Simon

Automaton

Many thanks to Miss Boux for allowing me to use her photograph in this picture.

Simon

An Art of Doing; Considering a 21st Century Renaissance

We can no longer have art, in the sense that we have known art and anti-art and therefore if we have known art and what it is not, then why should art in any sense continue?
In the sense that we understand art, there will be no art. Art and artistic activity will, of course, continue, however it may be difficult to understand that the new art form(s) are art at all.
In a similar way, we will all be famous. However, once we have all achieved fame then we are no longer famous, at least not in the way that being famous once meant. Fame will be the norm and therefore it will not be fame, but a continuation of human relationships and recognition after the reign of the extended family and via modern technology.
Art now, if we wish to have an avant-garde, is an art of doing. Otherwise we rehash the art of the 20th century using 20th century techniques or faux, digital techniques - art by proxy. Digital art has proved it has a niche of its own, but ultimately it is no more than an extension of traditional art rather than an avant-garde.
The art of doing is simply that. Doing. Art is doing anything that one does and its capture (through painting, dance, film, photography, etc.) is no longer art. This is its medium of reportage - an art by proxy. Art actuel is the doing, regardless of media that communicates it.
This idea must sound incredibly odd! After all, art is communication so how can communication no longer be art? The answer is simple, communication is no longer artistic, at least not in a sense of avant-gardism. If we wish to continue creating art and artistic works/performances in the manner that we have, then we can call the media of art, art and the doing of art its practice, in order that ideas are communicated.
If we wish to embrace the actuality of now, then we have to shelve our ideas of art and concede defeat regarding the "specialness" of communication and media. Technology has made craftsmanship virtually redundant. Skilful paintings are not today's art, but yesterdays art, regardless of the contemporaneousness of their subject-matter.
That I do, is similar to "I think therefore I am", as Descartes wrote. However, now that we all think (meaning thinking that is discriminated as worthwhile) and we can all communicate our thoughts (our evidence that we exist) then thinking is no longer special enough to be regarded as "truth".
Truth, now is no longer universal, it is arbitrary. The personal is public, so to create something that is true to ourselves (regardless of dogmatic truth) we must do as we do and recognise that this is truth by occurrence and truth by personal expression. If we are to use media to communicate this truth then we risk losing the truth of our doing, as our actions are lost in the capture and communication.
Communication is not a simple means any more. Communication is distorted by technology, altered philosophically, deconstructed intellectually and distanced emotionally. Communication is something that we can all do, today (n.b.; author notes illiteracy as a problem in both Western and Eastern countries, but to a lesser extent than previously) so its specialness is lost. "Reality by proxy" or the ability to deconstruct media and the events that it communicates and the (more recent) ability to play creatively with the actuality of reported occurrences, leaves us highly suspicious of truth.
For art to be art, we have to find the philosophical drive that encourages intellectual curiosity. The new artist may find him or herself considered a scientist (objective art) or some other curator of truth.
Finally, I would like to state that I don't necessarily condone an "art of doing" rather than an art of communicating through questionable media, but I do think it is necessary if we are to have a new art that expresses the flux, uncertainty and cultural melting-pot that is today. The unreality of the application of modern technologies and its ability to allow us to constantly alter the rudiments of Western thought, truth, perception and "reality", is something that we have to consider. Do we wish to live in a detached, artificial world, or do we wish to experience reality as fully as we can?
The art of doing is the beginning of the independent (personal) enquiry into the nature of the above, our comprehension of these occurences and, ultimately we will find solutions to help us cope with these occurrences.



In 2 or 3 parts this isn't very well written, however I have picked up some flu-bug! Will revise later. Just finished performing musical which was both nerve-racking, to start, and great fun :-)
Thanks
Simon　

Helios 3

Digital art interpretation of the Sun

Simon

Democratia?

Our collective esoteria?
by destruction revealed
by juxtaposition sold.



Eh bien, tout fait, tout suite
jamais por favor?

Woman is our envelope
our catalyst
our construction (quel couleur a t'il?)

Our weakness and by her power
her weakness

Por favor? (quel idiom?)

Is there a rehearsal this Sunday?
You can't give jobs to a woman
so a man mustn't have one
ou legislative chivalry (hymne national)

Western children are a niche
assemble.
The largest mass of money and power

Por favor?

by that, that we create
by this we must deny
by those we nurture
we must stasis (Sun dance, bees knees, danse mortir, danse du vie, danse d'amour, dance of light, danse du nuit)
and still, decay.

Angleterre Angleterre Angleterre?
The Angles' terrain is a lusty animal (a la nouvelle Victoriana)
anima animate voyage (Vive souche!)
by terra firma,
incognito, terra incognito
terra agua

Pluto voyage quel raison d'etre?
Je suis eh bien tout fait
bien fait tout suite allez vite!
Compris Compris
Compris?

We are this way by money (1984)
Uh ooh eeh aah (animal instinctive)
We are this way by "knowing".

Our biggest fear for the status quo,
We are all a bunch of spoilt and greedy
kids. (crime, obesity, neurosis)

molto allegrando

generosity reminds me often
of the present tense
and then I breathe
what I just lost

Culture is culture by displacement
and class is its review
not its practice

Art is the lowest human endeavour
and the highest, rebellious
yet conformist

As an artist, counter-cultural
You are intrinsic to culture
essentially removed

anti-establishment
the creator of establishment,
implicit explicit

as defined by the established
we find prestige by tangents
and move by moving targets

The lowest is reported into
the highest and that that confounds
and frightens

is merely us
reported, perhaps
via beauty

Space Exploration "panthesis"

I created this abstract image to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Moon Landing.
Inspired by Stanley Kubrick's "2001 - A Space Odyssey", I am trying to help stimulate a resurgence in Space travel and Space exploration.
It seems that exploration is essential for mankind and, considering that we have explored most of our planet, I feel that manned space flight to places beyond the moon is necessary.
Einstein's "constant" in his fundamental equation "E=MC[squared]" is being questioned as physicists probe more exotic types of matter. This gives us hope that technologies can be invented that may surpass the limitations that Einstein's theories prescribed.
"Panthesis" is a neologism, literally meaning a thesis for everything, or omniscience. Even though omniscience is impossible, the challenge of greater knowledge and exploration awaits us. "Panthesis" can be seen as relating to "panacea" meaning "a universal medicine". Indeed, Space exploration may be a (partial) cure for post modern stagnancy, and a purpose to reassess Capitalism and the difficulties of the "artificial" world that we are currently creating.

Here is a link to a number of "stills" from the Stargate sequence of "2001- A Space Odyssey". Here we see man journey at great speed through Kubrick's version of intergalactic travel. Kubrick touches on the psychological implications of such travel as well as the physical. The effects were ground breaking at the time of the films release.www.palantir.net/2001/gallery/jupiter.html

Simon

Mask 2 Finished

Thank you to Miss Boux :-)

identity, anonymity, cyber age, etc.

Buy Me

I'm sitting there and I'm thinking well just who the fuckin' hell are yer? Sometimes I get the feeling we're all going to fucking morph and we're all the same, or may as well be. If I've seen your face I've seen it a thousand times and I'm beginning not to like it! I've seen it in her and her and even in him, kind of.

You think I'm mad? Yeah! You know, this concept of mental illness as some kind of erroneous, metaphorical representation of actuality. Throw in a few hallucinations and you got a fruitcake. But, I ain't mad. And you know exactly what I mean. All those feelings of being controlled by external forces, voices coming from televisions, computers, electronic devices. I mean, this is the everyday experience of those that are sane! I mean, for god's sake, who's mad and who's fucking sane, right?

Any way, who are you? You got a name, a number, a passport, a finger print, iris recognition, voice recognition? You better hope you have, coz you ain't nobody if you 'aven't. Were you born here or over there, somewhere else? You look kind of foreign, someone may surmise that you're jolly foreigner and you better get back quick before you're vetted coz someone just may work it out. Yeah! I like the way you look you one hot female. I like that, but I ain't sure, was it yesterday I saw you before, the week before that, or was that someone who looked as much like you, as it may as well have been you, or was it you?

You don't say much, just mumble the odd word now and then. I like my women not to say much, women say far too much far too often and I think you know that! Your fit, you look like all the actresses, thin and pretty. The pop stars and the celebs. I got to say, there's a few of you lot looking just a bit too thin. Emaciated I'd say, but that's the fashion an' I know you got to try to look just like every other famous fucker. I understand, I really do. That's sensitivity, you know? I can relate to you women. By the way you're smiling and that glint in you eye, I think you know that.

What d'ya say? Sun protection. Self tanning. Beauty. Looking young forever. Ha ha, Yeah! I know you women, I think you're probably famous coz you're always talking about your looks and your skin and eyes. I might just start to play with my self right now. You don't mind do you? You understand, a man has needs different to a woman. Yeah! I'm playing with myself right now and you make me feel real good. What d'ya say beautiful? I can tell you understand. What's that? Achieve a deep tan, deep tan with self-tan and glitter. UV protection, youthful, sexy skin. A healthy glow like sunlight. What yer on about honey, you're turning me off. Available from all good pharmacists. Cheap trial. Ha ha! You teasing me babe, Yeah! I get it.

And you've said all this a thousand times. You said the same stuff so many times I beginning to think you ain't real. But then what are you ? A goddess or something! Ha ha! No I ain't mad I know who's real and who ain't. And you babe are the real thing. I can tell - that smile, it looks real genuine to me. And your eyes are so blue that I can see your soul deep within you. I can feel it transmit through the air waves across the television screens, the Internet and mobile phone masts. It's so beautiful I feel I would have to do anything you say. Any thing you ask me to. Any thing at all.
　
　
　
　
　
　
　

Ephemera Et Cetera

Thank you to Miss Boux for letting me use her photograph in this picture

Simon