I installed the top two images below as desktop images on all the public-use terminals at ICP, switching back and forth between mac and windows for every other machine. The public-use machines are all macs, so the fact that half look like they’re running Windows was confusing enough (clicking the Start menu will of course do nothing), but then the open window containing the EULA (written in Esperanto) in the center of the screen can’t be closed, since it’s also part of the background image.
It is a simple tactic, but by the time I left this morning, several students were confused and thought the machines were broken, although they seemed to ignore it once they figured out they could still get into Safari. Hopefully the school won’t “fix” my piece before the opening tomorrow night.
The same machines are running screensavers with variations on the old FBI warnings, mostly translated to Esperanto or using Wingdings, and with ICP’s logo as the symbol of authority. Examples here and here. Each is part of my own personal Intellectual Property Rights Agreement I’ve instated across ICP’s computers.
More info on our group show opening can be found here.
“Never underestimate the amount of resentment and hostility we harbor toward artists. It springs largely from envy. They can behave quite badly, but mainly they operate with a kind of freedom and courage that other people don’t risk or enjoy. And it can lead to wondrous things.”—
“But, even if you chopped a film into a single frame, specificity clung to it. The best collages combined the ‘memory aspect’ - recognition of the source material - with the pleasurable violence of transformation.”—Marclay (via onbeingbridget)
“During mcMahons second year at Pomona, his musical ambitions were quashed when the jazz historian Stanley Crouch informed him that white people did not have the life experience of being black and therefore could not authentically play the blues. McMahon - who had always worshipped black culture and secretly considered himself black - pit away his guitar for the next seven years, at which point Mowry Baden suggested that he major in art.”—(via onbeingbridget)
“Like children in school we seek to please the erudite master, the one who orders, who renders in clear language the visual chaos of the world. We seek to please him through our understanding of his message, through shared communion with him. But this is a cruel teacher whose lessons elude understanding. You are only left with yourself, and the nervous laughter of doubt.”—