Virtual Paintings Of Mundane Everyday Light (64 cols)

RND/ To imagine a series of virtual paintings expressing the mundane light of Everydayness in 64 colors.

Political images via Flickr:

Example Reference Links

An Existential Spotlight: Theorizing Super Bunnyhop

RND/ In which this very very morning you consider and analyse yourself – whatever it is you imagine your doing artistically, via the Youtube lens of George Weidman aka ‘Super Bunnyhop’:

First, a Venn diagram that tries to capture the unique, slightly oddball appeal of George’s ‘content’.

Super Bunnyhop Venn Diagram

By fun, perhaps you mean “Existentially speaking, is any of this odd shit remotely meaningful or worthwhile?” George seems well placed to answer such a challenge and philosophical provocation – more specifically, explore the interesting overlap between the various areas of his expertise.

Yet, if it’s true that ‘the artist creates the taste by which they are to be enjoyed’, then perhaps (at for new viewers) George still has some way to go in more firmly establishing his brand, which seems to currently (and non-ironically) bunnyhop between ‘Videogames’, ‘Japanese Culture’ and.. ‘The Mundane Oblique’ (?) That is, George regularly comes across as a form of sincere door-to-door salesmen, selling you the very subject areas he discusses.

And that appears a hard sell for many, given that it’s difficult to formalize and contextualize ‘areas of my cultural expertise’ that virtually nobody else is discussing – or has yet to even recognize as interesting and important.

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Super Bunnyhop (George Weidman)

George’s opening intro video (parody ‘informercial’) in which he sells Weidman themed socks, does little to help his unique artistic cause, and appears as some kind of slightly crappy, ‘file under #random’ style shit that used to appear regularly on AOL or Geocities. It does not clearly convey what George is ‘about’. It’s only by regularly getting into his content that one is able to ‘correctly read’ this intro video as “Yes, that’s very Bunnyhop.”

Another somewhat obscure channel you used to enjoy was “Zero Achievements” – a videogaming channel starring two posh blokes from the UK called Tom and Dave.

It would have been cool to see such a from-leftfield channel grow into it’s own style – to more fully ‘become what it always was’, but alas the lads don’t post videos anymore. Likewise with George, there’s the perception of something good and distinctly unlike anything else on the verge of emerging. (Just not yet?) Perhaps George is content to Super Bunnyhop around. Maybe the notion of being a ‘Non Expert’ or (Brian Enoesque?) ‘Generalist’ appeals to him. It’s just that his own explanation for what precisely he does on his channel – “pseudo-journalistic content about video games” – neither seems entirely accurate, nor very engaging..

Here’s one alternative, official, formalized take on George:

Consider George Weidman aka ‘Super Bunnyhop’ an existential ideas salesman, traveling door to door sharing his well researched thoughts about Videogame (/Industry) and-or Japanese Culture, shining his intellectual spotlight on varied Mundane-Oblique topics of similar interest.

In a synthetic environment where consumerist goldfish eyeballs seemingly must have you and your ‘stuff’ successfully labelled in under a second – “Oh, it’s about X” – perhaps channels like Super Bunnyhop are unique in the very way they don’t appear to be ‘about’ anything much at all. Indeed the best videos on Youtube are often precisely about ‘Nothing’; the as-lived, day-to-day experience and mundane strangeness of being alive.

– Or perhaps nobody even cares about whatever S.B is ‘about’ – and will indeed watch literally anything. He does has a sizeable 31.2K following on Twitter, however.

It’s just that, one hopes Mr. Weidman can become even more self conscious of his own ‘Super Bunnyhoppingness’ and dig in even deeper to his own uncommon vibe. In short – George Weidman as the very (and only) subject matter of his own interior universe..

George’s Youtube Channel

https://www.youtube.com/user/bunnyhopshow

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Diving Everydayness: Wolverhampton Aqualung Society

RND/ To imagine informally joining the ‘Wolverhampton Aqualung Society’.

Another cigarette, another day
From A to B, again avoiding C, D, and E
– Wire, The Lowdown (Pink Flag, 1977 Harvest Records)

Official logos – 2006 x 2838, 256 col .png edited in Gimp:

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Wolverhampton Aqualung Society Manifesto

Official Motto: “Diving Everydayness.”

Modern existence has been found wanting, to say the least. Singularly unexceptional and disturbingly uninteresting, too often raised to the status of a paradise by the fawning-yet-yawning, complicit and willingly beguiled. That is, the conservative.

Founded or rather locally manifested in 1983, the Wolverhampton Aqualung Society represents strong active resistance to the intolerable tyranny of the mundane Middle, via imaginative responses against ‘Terminal Boredom’ as well as the passive-aggressive avoidance of vulgar public celebrations of the Ordinary and Obvious. Of subjects (such as Existence) often correctly considered trivial and pointless – that, when clearly examined reveal themselves as they in fact are, in all their beige poverty:

  • Tedious, dreary, uninteresting, unsophisticated – banal, bland, humdrum, lacklustre, monotonous, tiresome, unexciting, uninspiring, characterless, affectless, rab, insipid, ponderous, slow, glaciated, tiring, uninspired, unremarkable, vapid, wearisome, dry, flat, heavy yet weightless – nondescript, pedestrian, soulless, spiritless, tired, trying, uneventful, wearying, jaded – lame, mechanical, sterile, unalluring, weariful, mind-numbing, run-of-the-mill, without excitement or genuine interest – routine, quotidian, commonplace, utterly normalized and totally zombified

In short, absurd – incomplete and often monstrously useless. Depthless, dismal and deserted.

There’s also just the crummy, generic realities that aren’t special in any way, that are sort of random. They’re infinitely removed from nothingness, but they fall infinitely short of complete fullness. They’re a mixture of chaos and order, of mathematical elegance and ugliness. So I would describe these realities as an infinite, mediocre, incomplete mess, a generic reality, a kind of cosmic junk shot.
– Jim Holt, Ted Talk “Why does the world exist?”

However, unlike other ‘R&D’ crews, the W.A.S does not fetishize boredom; rather, we strive to continually demystify the violent dullness of modern, synthetic “Daily (so-called) Life” – the ‘Woolworths value brand of reality’. Ours is not the ‘rediscovery of the sublime in daily minutiae’ or some B.S. appreciation of ‘the magic in the mundane’ but a rapid deconstruction of what it means to (barely) exist in a miniature cardboard diorama universe – where endless bus queues, dreary small talk, empty car parks, violent (synthetic lemony) disappointment and slightly stale Garibaldi biscuits hold sway over our naked emotions and barefoot dreaming. “Celebrity golfing anecdotes.”

But no more. For members of the W.A.S ‘live’ (and are still yet to live) in the woefully inadequate “World Of Naff” (specifically within the vast sprawling confines of the ‘Chicken Aspic Towers’) and always ready to dive past our meager given lot in irregular, wayward fashion. We make explicit the arcane and habituated condition of ‘everydayness’, in order that we may dive right past its constraints. Fuck Martin Parr. Oh yeah, one more thing – members of the W.A.S don’t clap; we’re not performing seals.

W.A.S Factoids

The key existential watchword of the W.A.S is “Naff.” As well as the recently undated one-word entry in The Hitchhiker’s Guide for the backwater Brexit island “Endland” (aka “Dismaland”) it implies all that is cheap and ‘crap’ – as deficient, faulty, incompetent, lacking, scarce, sketchy, weak, depleted, dry, feeble, inapt, insubstantial, lame, small, sterile, thin – poorly formed, defective, makeshift, ramshackle, rickety, shoddy and jerry rigged.

The unofficial W.A.S icon symbolizing their approach that of “A slightly damp 1970’s British Railway Sandwich being tossed into a nearby bin with mindful intent after a single distasteful bite.”

Quintessential W.A.S TV shows:

  • Sean’s Show
  • Shelly
  • The Rise And Fall Of Reginald Perrin
  • Bergerac
  • Sapphire And Steel
  • Minder
  • Fred Dibnah

Movie wise, it’s:

  • ‘Itch (Alexie Sayle, 4 Play, 1991)
  • Conquest Of The South Pole (1989)
  • The Man Who Sleeps (1974)
  • Weekend (1967)
  • 2 or 3 Things I Know About Her (1967)
  • The Bed Sitting Room (1969)
  • The Rebel (1961)
  • The Desert of the Tartars (1976)
  • Withnail And I (1987)
  • Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990)
  • Napoleon Dynamite (2004)

The spiritual literary hero of the W.A.S is author Magnus Mills. It’s existential anti-hero is Mark E. Smith of band The Fall. Aqualung art by George Tooker. Favourite food: New low fat spreadable “Soren” – combines Angst, Ennui and Weltschmerz with semi fresh Acedia and non-organic Aboulia to provide a gritty, stale taste.

W.A.S O.E.S Original Existential Soundtrack

Original existential soundtrack for the Wolverhampton Aqualung Society:

  • Corduroy – The Wedding Present
  • Louie, Louie – by The Kingsmen
  • Why Aye Man – Mark Knopfler
  • Everyday Is Like Sunday – Morrissey
  • Nothing Ever Happens – Del Amitri
  • Patience of Angels – Eddi Reader
  • Time Stand Still – Rush
  • Making Plans For Nigel -XTC
  • It’s My Life – Talk Talk
  • Mas Que Nada – Sergio Mendes
  • Ghost Town – The Specials
  • Paris, Texas – Ry Cooder
  • Another Green World – Brian Eno
  • Love On A Real Train – Tangerine Dream
  • Halcyon On and On – Orbital
  • Restless Natives OST – Big Country
  • Time – Pink Floyd

Wanking away the moments that make up a dull day in the North of Endland
Listening to Pink Floyd “Time” in my encrypted ear-beads
Education fritters and wastes my hours in an offhand way
Kicking someone around on a piece of ground in a crap town
Waiting for some weird thing to show you the way – sucker

“Tired of lying in the artificial sunshine – why not home to watch the data
rain”
We were never young – but Life is endless, so Time must be killed today
But then one day (ie. now) we find ten buckets of tears have fallen behind
us
No one told us when to stop running nowhere – we’re self-starting guns
So we run to catch up with the sun but it’s always there, fool
Racing around to come up behind us again
The sun is the same (in a relative way) but we’re always old
While we still think in the same way
Short of breath and always one day closer to Life
“One step at a time, Martin”

In Endland’s dreaming every year is getting shorter due to recent cutbacks
Nobody ever seems to find the time to rebel
Plans that either come to nought or half a page of scribbled lies
Hanging on in quiet desperation truly is the Endlish way
Their time is gone, the old songs are thankfully over
Thought I’d something more to say? – Shit I’ve barely begun, motherfucker

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Coming soon via W.A.S member Robert What: a mashup of Guy Debord’s Society Of The Spectacle (in plain English) and The Revolution of Everyday Life by Raoul Vaneigem.

W.A.S conceptual associations & philosophical affiliations

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The mundane colors of Dr Who (Tom Baker Era)

RND/ To consider select screens from the Tom Baker era of classic UK sci fi series “Dr Who” [1]:

In which super mundane colors [2] listlessly pop forth from ancient dimensional TV portal tubes direct from The Basement Archives; old faded scarves providing a warm yet mildly depressed feeling of half forgotten star travelling nostalgia, featuring cosmic acting legend Tom ‘Book Tower’ Baker.

Example Reference Links

  1. The White Alien Perspective
  2. Existential Depression In The Light in TV Series Minder
  3. An Authentic Study Of The Light In TV Series Lovejoy
  4. Auf Wiedersehen Nowhere: On Feeling Permanently Lost & Dislocated
  5. Diving Everydayness: The Wolverhampton Aqualung Society

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Boring Social Media themed study

RND/ Social media themed art study, based around terminally dull media:

Amazon Reviewer

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Amazon Reviewer

To imagine a weirdo Amazon reviewer and their bizarre product list.

An Unremarkable Image

Seemingly simply no more or less than precisely that.

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An Unremarkable Image

Example Artistic Statement via Theorist Robert What:

Straight from the hideousness of mundane everyday existence: an unremarkable image via semi undecidedly non professionals.

Bland juxtapositions half set against a drab modern palette: tools of the postmodern hyper war, digital typography architectural shadows and rendering glitches – the unstated ideology however being that such images are somehow ‘no more or less than they appear’, ie. wholly unremarkable – when in fact they might simply be far less even than that.

False promises and deep time; all that does not glitter still might not be golden.

Crayzay Rich Brats Online

Via some foul young Instagram munt.

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Crayzay Rich Brats Online

Consider ‘Get Money’ art – via some kickable rich brat on Instagram.

Example Artist Statement via Theorist Robert What:

Every day as exactly the same; punching the life clock until death – except how to recognize any difference?

An endless mechanical process of filling up hollow days with deluded illusion that something-anything is happening.

– In which I want to be stinking filthy rich; my life seems extraordinarily ordinary, terminally boring and unbearably lonely.

At least with some dirty money in my sweaty, greasy palm I can pay to work with some actual, real artists and together create something of some minor Meaning, vague beauty and-or temporary intellectual engagement.

All I need is one breakthrough – one chance, one foot in the door.

Only thing is, the world is already Theirs, baby – these strutting credit cards with legs.

Given chance I could change reality itselves.

With some serious money I could reinvent myself; become famous, admired, a cool person I’ve secretly dreamed about for years.

With unlimited resources, with cultural position and friends I can live a new life of ease, fun and high adventure – finally escape this pathetically dreary null space, a half-life still as yet un-lived.

– At least at university [1] there was lite beer, shit dope and beautiful intelligent young people.

Best of all perhaps was staying up late to discuss Life, Polyverses and Everything.

The Internets are now all there is now for me – an undead virtual substitute.

I visit the same kind of sites daily – pretending to feel remotely interested in stuff.

Pretending to write for and on some random anonymous backwater art blog nobody reads or remotely cares about.

It’s all a bit of a cosmically useless farce without a punchline and only a listless audience of one.

Going through the daily motions of having emotions.

– All I need; some immensely wealthy patron or benefactor – some group of equally forward thinking, intensely artistically inclined visionaries to pretend to take me seriously long enough to adequately fund an artistic lifestyle to which I could so easily become accustomed – free instant access to artists, thinkers, supercomputing social networks.

– In other words, a brought ability to treat information as global capital flow – to plunge sticky clever fingers into the digital matrix and directly interface with mass global culture at speed of collective artistic thought.

– In some small way I might already be doing that right now -‘hyper advanced postmodern theory-fiction’ evolving consciousness realtime (kinda.)

– I just want someone – anyone – to think I’m ‘really on to something’ – whose clever enough to ask questions.

Nobody around here ever asks me any questions; my intense sadness over not feeling needed or admired for strange thoughts in and channeled via this brain makes my silent sadness an existentially weighty burden I could do without.

– Note: a couple of £ doesn’t buy a lot nowadays; I’d probably just spend most of it on sophisticated shameless self advertising and promotion for even more serious startup capital, in order to perform some truly hardcore ‘Big Science’ RND.

*mild listless, uselessly wistful sigh*

Does The Sky Exist

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Does The Sky Exist

Wow, good question.

EDT: Existential Depression Test

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EDT (Existential Depression Test) Results

To consider existential depression test results.

Social Media Message Wall

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Social Media Message Wall

A modern media collage.

Your Answer To Solving Media

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Your Answer To Solving Media

In which your answer to solving modern media.. sounds like Double Dutch.

Ideal / Idealized Cost for such Conceptual Work: £20K each – contact Robert What today for details.

Reference Link

  1. Tales Of English University Life

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