What drives a twenty years old girl to crucify a raw chicken and to display it in a glass case, then stacking it with other caskets containing or a vegetarian meal that seems regurgitated but, sadly, it is not, or rather the appalling waste of pastries made with potatoes and a sauce that seems to menstruation?
The answer is nothing, if not required her to validate the time sheet, a miserable motivation for the students that, if they chose an expensive art school, it is assumed that they’re interesting in the happening….
But we take a step back:
I was invited to attend a performance of the Fluxus group.
Fluxus was a group of international artists, new dada, who found in Maciunas a reference point. The designer was able to bring together artists from theUnited States , Europe and the Far East . Initiatives and projects have extended beyond art to achieve political and socio-cultural engagement, looking for a better world and raising awareness of people as individuals.
I was invited to attend a performance of the Fluxus group.
Fluxus was a group of international artists, new dada, who found in Maciunas a reference point. The designer was able to bring together artists from the
Were the fabulous 50s and 60s and 70s and be rebels or utopians was a lucrative business as another.
Fluxus is an idea that claims the artistic potential of the most common and basic gestures and promotes the intrusion in the creative flow of everyday life (hence the name of the movement). The aim is to create a total art that focuses on music, dance, poetry, theater and performance, with the birth of the "happening" here takes on different art forms, and unconventional libertarian, with public participation .
In the absence of Duchamp and Maciunas, who sent a note of apology, but both had unavoidable commitments, there were mini Fluxus to performer who, cutes cutes, during the Fluxus dinner, set up in the bar of the Naba, Nabari for those who want to rage further, they have served various dishes counterclockwise (so rebel!), from canned fruit in syrup, to canned vegetables and baked beans until the main course: mussels and boiled eggs, "which color combination is a powerful symbol of the movement’s colors," explained the teacher to the pupils.
The central part of the performance consisted logically in observing the invited’s behavior to grips with the cans to open, and despite all the merits you could have, never overstimate you faced with a manual can opener, the bread to break and reports entertained during the banquet,the performance was the flow of time within which the actions took place, the time was the work.
After dinner the steward has revealed the antic secret of the odd in the course.
"You have destroyed works of art (Which may I ask?), You have participated in a happening, (hurrà!)"
If it were limited to this end I probably would have inserted the evening under the heading
"Banality prevailing posing as art"
However, the final gag comedy in which guests were called upon to vote by show of hands the "works" made by students of the new Academy of Fine Arts, which I dispassionately board to introduce a placement test if at least one Rorschach test.
Students had great difficulty remembering what they had created, since the design thickness of which the works were infused, and they found it hard to raise his hand even before the possibility that this was the only chance to get even one vote. I suppose this failure was due to the fact that the teacher had innocently escape that an hand show didn’t count for the average, big mistake!
The honor and glory’s winner was a girl who had crucified a raw chicken, with 99 votes out of 100, the missing one was mine, hers teammates were stunned in the face of such great irreverence and transgression, anything had never seen crucifing since INRI times. The artist, after realizing that the chicken was hers, tried to motivate hers expression, which failed because of it implied the concept to arrange some syllables, so, finally, using colorful slang language, her claimed art for art, and hers friends have applauded.
The runner had presented a brain, if he had written on “dick” he would come first.
Fluxus is an idea that claims the artistic potential of the most common and basic gestures and promotes the intrusion in the creative flow of everyday life (hence the name of the movement). The aim is to create a total art that focuses on music, dance, poetry, theater and performance, with the birth of the "happening" here takes on different art forms, and unconventional libertarian, with public participation .
In the absence of Duchamp and Maciunas, who sent a note of apology, but both had unavoidable commitments, there were mini Fluxus to performer who, cutes cutes, during the Fluxus dinner, set up in the bar of the Naba, Nabari for those who want to rage further, they have served various dishes counterclockwise (so rebel!), from canned fruit in syrup, to canned vegetables and baked beans until the main course: mussels and boiled eggs, "which color combination is a powerful symbol of the movement’s colors," explained the teacher to the pupils.
The central part of the performance consisted logically in observing the invited’s behavior to grips with the cans to open, and despite all the merits you could have, never overstimate you faced with a manual can opener, the bread to break and reports entertained during the banquet,the performance was the flow of time within which the actions took place, the time was the work.
After dinner the steward has revealed the antic secret of the odd in the course.
"You have destroyed works of art (Which may I ask?), You have participated in a happening, (hurrà!)"
If it were limited to this end I probably would have inserted the evening under the heading
"Banality prevailing posing as art"
However, the final gag comedy in which guests were called upon to vote by show of hands the "works" made by students of the new Academy of Fine Arts, which I dispassionately board to introduce a placement test if at least one Rorschach test.
Students had great difficulty remembering what they had created, since the design thickness of which the works were infused, and they found it hard to raise his hand even before the possibility that this was the only chance to get even one vote. I suppose this failure was due to the fact that the teacher had innocently escape that an hand show didn’t count for the average, big mistake!
The honor and glory’s winner was a girl who had crucified a raw chicken, with 99 votes out of 100, the missing one was mine, hers teammates were stunned in the face of such great irreverence and transgression, anything had never seen crucifing since INRI times. The artist, after realizing that the chicken was hers, tried to motivate hers expression, which failed because of it implied the concept to arrange some syllables, so, finally, using colorful slang language, her claimed art for art, and hers friends have applauded.
The runner had presented a brain, if he had written on “dick” he would come first.
