Sometimes Brown St. offers up a bit of goodness on Trash Day.
Ready for the opera or are you just picking your seat?
Today though, I decided to offer up a photo of a pocketbook I made last year.
And then add the roadside treasures.
Da dee dee da.
The renaming of Fluxus. Can it really occur? Will today’s current “fluxus” artists give up their mantle and exchange it?
I say this: Fluxus of 1950s-1970s cannot move forward. It is trapped in its current time frame by technology.
Even New New Fluxus would be incorrect.
Plastic. The innocuous addition of plastic to life, its ever present never ending assault on our days, our food, our flux. With the advent of plastic, silicon chips, and micro-processors — Fluxus ceased to move forward. It became redundant. It is pre-War, almost, in its grasp of our world technological advances. New Art must reflect the idea and the reality of mass culture consumption, an idea which was not fully realized until after 1980.
“We cannot surrender until Pedro finishes his song.”
“Then make it a long one cause we ain’t never gonna’ give up.”
