Thymotic

Thymotic

We currently have a best seller on our hands. Someone who says the days that were a source of melancholy for the pomos exploring a new ironic sensibility were an anomaly of history. An anomaly reaping off an economic structure undone with the cool rationalization that a return to a set of values would stem their decay – a chance for counter, tragedy for busted up polemics, barriers came down to mosh in atomic charged fields.

We are the new neutron. We don't get involved.
We are the new neutron. We don’t get involved.

Promised sunrise and some lost helicopters in a desert, a course got charted that brought one tremendous innovation to the wider world, irking those keeping track and personifying the amorphous – capital flight tilting the axis.

The unleashed vessel...
The unleashed vessel…
... once in rebellion, once in jest.
… once in rebellion, once in jest.

On Chelsea walls the cramped basement and bone littered back garden of ABCNoRio turns warehouse, the broken psyches of Wardance now cinemascope as homoerotic prole rubbings, oozing pointillist acrylics.

In that decay we rearranged.
In that decay we rearranged.

Armed American iconography. No trucks.
Armed American iconography. No trucks.
Native New Yorker moniker. To dye for.
Native New Yorker moniker. To dye for.
A Voice photographer, now based in Jersey City, counting herself lucky having spent a semester abroad in London, snapped the guests. Dutifully asking permission each time, desperate to move back to the city, when detecting an accent inquiring the heritage and pressing the case for providence, punishing the coy ones in the edit. The gallery offers the pleasure of taking Rivington to Prince – distilled mosh pit to militarized street art – arming iconography for proper measure nostalgia trippin’, packaging like fine Tetra Pak wine on boards with no trucks. The Native New Yorker moniker now sweeping such polite inquiry, germinating from formerly derided Bridge-and-Tunnel culture no longer relegated to the outer boroughs. Much talk of hipsterism invading these conclaves of Juicy. Irony is landlords are much more attuned to the long form trade winds blowing stretch limo bottle culture that distilled clubs of broken beats for the gambit of incessant speculation turned gleeful corruption.

The empty nest. Toss the money in the air!
The empty nest. Toss the money in the air!

The city is empty nest now – an exclusive destination for inhabitants of elite bubbles maintained by legions of servants back home in last third of the world conclaves. Some technoutopic apps can pick up the slack, fostering just the right amount of distance from the rabble, the taxi driver, the short order cook, the culture provider, stepping on the regulation fray of bought off inspectors and handed down medallions. No bulwark to stand in the they-ok-now-OTB repatriating capital, broken window theories as cartoonish sheen guarding the rental bubble, DNA labs in the petty art crime business, reiterating the parroted fact that there is no message, simply breach.
pixeldust

Gloria Virtutis Umbra.
Gloria Virtutis Umbra.

Overheard banter in a Chelsea elevator –

Sorry I don’t speak French.
Cuban. We’re Cuban.
Close. Related.

[ romance ]

Cuban first off the boat.
Raise finger.
First off the plane.

[ entitlement ]
pixeldust

Entitlement correction...
Entitlement correction…

You wouldn’t go back then?

[ affirmation ]

Such a shame.
Such a beautiful place.
Even if he were gone.

[ mourning ]

It’s starting again.

[ glance ]

... unsure...
… unsure…
... of what.
… of what.
pixeldust
Triumph of the Like.
Triumph of the Like.

The sack of Rome, after all, isn’t due to the churning import of a warrior class. Instead a sweet combination Moët Hennessy heart flush comeuppance and a periphery bathed by a little molecule stilling critical barbarian faculties. Meanwhile years of relentless pat downs and good will compensation represents the double rainbow triumph of Like over grit.
Superhero Crunch.
Superhero Crunch.
We ask who do we do.
We ask who do we do.
Marking this triumph, the very same day, not very far removed, managed chaos breaks out in the newly renovated rotunda. The assembled super nest crunch. We ask who do we do. We do who we did. Marvel at the bed spread. Cotton candy at the banquet. Cages for the zones of elemental chaos, now bathed in sunshine. Sweeping the stuffing past the shuffling ministers in blue.
Do who we did.
Do who we did.
Elemental forces at work.
Elemental forces at work.
Managed chaos in the rotunda.
Managed chaos in the rotunda.
Cotton candy at the banquet.
Cotton candy at the banquet.
Sweeping the stuffing past the shuffling ministers in blue.
Sweeping the stuffing past the shuffling ministers in blue.

Solitarity

Solitarity

The pendulum always swings back in the other direction” remains the faith based initiative for the banal hope of a reactionary tendency. “It’s our turn now” reimagines creative tendencies of yore in tome form. Such is the poetic justice of today as we progress five quarters past the inconceivable notion for those that cling. As the world of allies and alliences shatters into less and less recognizable form, distant revelations expose the notion of governing as the most paranoid actor on the block, paralyzed by inescapable representation. Can the arts project a less static notion of reality to the intractable indifference of the disillusioned? Who has not lost everything yet?

Don't Tread On We

The exhibitionist notion of the city as a quiet stage has reduced all hustle and bustle to a smeared blur. More messy than in styles past, we are left with a certain solitary experience of urban space when we finally succeed in tuning it all out. Dropping into an introspective void of structure and form the commons is not quite yet uninhabited.

Drink your champagne and laugh while you still can... Soon we'll gather in number that will make the ground beneath us rumble.
Drink your champagne and laugh while you still can… Soon we’ll gather in number that will make the ground beneath us rumble.

Moving on from a dearth of the neutral in the not quite objectified form, we escape the present political conundrums of climate and environment with the slow, deliberate meditation on the cyclical. Progress creeps in stark contrast to continued reclamation of the wild. Weeds and brambles track the seasons better than our derailed notion of progress.

Seemingly derailed notion of progress lives on in the macro.
Seemingly derailed notion of progress lives on in the macro.
Weeds and brambles track dreams deferred.
Weeds and brambles track dreams deferred.
Everything went green.
Everything went green.

How green can we be?

The new new grapes of wrath.
The new new grapes of wrath.
Action and answered...
Action and answered…
... at the help click.
… at the help click.
Shoot to buy.
Shoot to buy.

Is there salvation at the end of the tunnel?

Tunnel lovestance.
Tunnel lovestance.
Spectator mode sardine action.
Spectator mode sardine action.
A yarn of brash consequence - beauty absolute.
A yarn of brash consequence – beauty absolute.

To gather an overview with a positive notion it might be fun to pivot to the everyday creative. Leaving spectator mode let’s spin a yarn of sly circumstance.

The wrappings as the main event.
The wrappings as the main event.
Have a photo and a pedestal.
Have a photo and a pedestal.
In up cycled fashion...
In up cycled fashion…
... art mingles.
… art mingles.
Ambrosia...
Ambrosia…
... and tunes.
… and tunes.
Faraway sights...
Faraway sights…
... inspire caress.
… inspire caress.

Space extends beyond the pale – you may try the goods!

Space extends beyond the pale...
Space extends beyond the pale…
... work here, play there.
… work here, play there.
Faraday cage for semblance.
Faraday cage for semblance.
A different kind of...
A different kind of…
... sensory deprecation.
… sensory deprecation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One final stop for future thought reborn: Detroit gathers a state of…

Emergency Nothing.
Emergency Nothing.
Perpetual fall photo wall.
Perpetual fall photo wall.
Crowds abound.
Crowds abound.
Wolf on wolf clothing.
Wolf on wolf clothing.
Circle makes a square.
Circle makes a square.
The art engages in light banter...
The art engages in light banter…
... while the artist stands by.
… while the artist stands by.