masha badinter

Monday, April 27, 2009

Monday, April 6, 2009

inspired by Hans-Ulrich Obrist's online exhibition, "do it" and the notion of interpretation as an artistic principle, Little Berlin invites you to contribute a set of instructions for an installation/performance/ work of art to be interpreted and carried out by another. Feel free personalize your instructions according to the aesthetic nature and/philosophies of your own work. The ideas behind this experiment are to observe the effects of translation on artwork, topush the boudaries of traditional art-making and exhibiting, and of course to make cool shit!

All chosen instructions will be displayed with their corresponding outcome.

The instruction maker as well as the instruction carry-outer-er will be given credit.

All instructions recieved will be published and displayed at Little Berlin (dates of exhibition)

The following is the information needed along with the instructions:

name, birthday and location of the artist

name of the work

the instructions can be written in whatever format the artist sees fit, they could be numbered, written bullet points, written in a paragraph, essay format, poem, or just a few simple sentances however, do keep in mind that the instructions may be actually carried out so please consider the safety and integrity of the person who will recieve your instructions. compile the instructions with the proper level of specificity or ambiguity according to your own desired outcome of the work. Feel free to include images, drawings, sketches, or even materials to your contribution.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Saw Net 1.1

before I awake i look out my window and before i awake i see your face before the days begun and when i get out to do my day to days-

that familiar hallway where theres that photo hanging of someboy dead and gone and shes got your smile Id like to think you are her son.

On a rainy day or i feel silly and days when i feel weak- I cant bear to look at her face at all

but its been hanging there for months and its been hanging here for months

and its so clear in my memory by now

I feel like you're looking at me behind a dead woman's eyes and if i look my soul will go through my stomach and my soul will leak out onto the floor-

and then ill have nothing left at all.

You see, I've never felt so nervous before about anyone or anyone's eyes before and before this I've never been more enthralled with anyone in my life.

Im waiting patiently for you to decide to run into me again and spend some time not getting to know me again or yourself again. again again again.

I make stories up in my head about how it will happen and I get so caught up in them-

these magical moments, that i have to remind myself that they are not real and i have to unwind myself cause im floating at the top left corner of the room -

not me, but my soul.

First i felt like Gaugiun or Bob Dylan but now I feel like Petrarch and it feels so good to be so into something again even though it may be for all the wrong reasons and it may be a lost cause for all the wrong reasons again.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

non-existing conditions

Imagine if myspace (or your space) was an actual, physical space. I suppose it wouldnt be free, but lets think hypothetically. It would be in a warehouse somewhere, maybe in kensington, or maybe even in space- on the astral plane. You would have to walk up roughly 6 flights of stairs and then you would open the door and turn on large industrial florescent lights- there would probably be really high cielings as well as exposed piping. And then there would be these larger than life, glowing photographs of yourself (like light boxes) and they would maybe even have captions under them ( florescent signs). You would even have to dust them off every now and then. The bizzare part is that you would know that even when you left to go do whatever it is you do in life, that they would still be existing, taking up 24/7 space in a dark room because you cant always keep the lights on because it costs too much.