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Where have you gone Zander Padget?
In the past two months we have seen only a handful of Instagram videos, one of which alluded to some sort of coming surgery, and a music video made for Hip Hop artists of his hometown. Besides those works, we have seen nothing from the usually prolific multi-media artist and so we have to wonder, where has he gone?
Since the release of the searingly enigmatic Cali in April, the few works that Padget has put out have been, frankly, commercial. The music video for CP (Chris Porter), Kanayo and DJ Rebel seems more a work of commission than artistic endeavor. It is a completely standard music video, nothing at all meta or self-referential about it. In it we see rappers proposing that they are living the extravagant life (the piece is fittingly titled Livin’ Large) driving from their homes to a liquor store and then to a recording studio. Besides the cleanliness of the cuts and a good cinematographic eye, there is no reason that one would guess that Padget was behind the video. The Instagram videos above mentioned do show more creative agency but these decisions all fall within a 90s color scheme and flatness that has dominated the pop culture aesthetic for the past year and a half.
So, a question arises: is Padget’s once fiercely unique and genre defying voice succumbing to pressures of a capitalist society? Is he becoming a follower in hopes of being led to a land of remuneration?
I would offer that Padget is not following, but rather that Padget is wallowing. Yes, wallowing. If he were following, it would mean a loss of self awareness and perspective that I cannot see happening. It is just inconceivable that he would believe that making monochromatic music videos and Instagram posts in return for cash would lead to a satisfactory existence. Wallowing on the other hand allows for the survival of his self-awareness but puts it into a nefarious cauldron of indecision and societal influence.
Wallowing is pejorative and certainly where he is right now cannot be called a “good” place in the simple sense. But his indulgence in his own despair, and the resulting one dimensional videos of late, is perhaps necessary if he is indeed convalescing from a surgery.
I posit that Padget is only half-heartedly wading into the commercial/mainstream waters. There is something there he wishes to see and in his state of wallow he can see it without the blinders that a healthy, full fledged self-consciousness would impose. It is dangerous certainly, and if he is not careful he could begin to mistake this study for a passion. But, if he makes it out intact, and finds himself on the other side, he will have added another face to the persona he so carefully crafts.
The hope of such a magnificence I know he cannot deny.
The Race
Let me admire for a second the brilliance of the current presidential race. On one hand we have the savvy GOP and their band of anti-politician, frank speaking riveters. On the other we have the Democrats who are pushing far into liberal policy and ideology. That the term “democratic socialism” is music to some while “not winning” is song to others is an indicator of the fluorescent diversity that only America is capable of.
It will be sad when one of these contenders eventually stands alone. I hope no one cedes the realization that this contest has offered, that politics is the theatrical, and takes the winner to be a representation of any sort of culmination.
I imagine a country in which a contestant is never elected. Instead a continual race where nominees rise and fall according to their ability to galvanize any latent and explosive sentiment within the population. A way for legislators to see whats really out there. and from there decisions can be made. Capricious, impulsive decisions that will show the people how unhealthy their cravings are.
Eventually, perhaps a moderate would arise and stay and he would become a sort of shaman for the country, able to divvy out what is really important and what is not yet ready for action. Politicians could watch what he brings up from the people and they could make the laws and policies accordingly.
just opened:
“Castaway” Joyce Pensato
Petzel Gallery, 456 W18th, NYC
The paintings and drawings reprise Pensato’s cast of familiar cartoon and comic book characters, including Batman, Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, and Homer Simpson, among others. Also included here are digital c-prints of her studio taken by the artist comprised of collages on her studio walls.
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Symptoms of XX, which affects slightly more than half of the American population, include breasts, ovaries, a uterus, a menstrual cycle, and the potential to bear and nurse children. Now, many would argue even today that the lack of a Y chromosome should not affect my ability to make informed choices about what health care options and lunchtime cat videos are right for me. But others have posited, with increasing volume and intensity, that XX is a disability, even a roadblock on the evolutionary highway. This debate has reached critical mass, and leaves me uncertain of my legal and moral status. Am I a person? An object? A ward of the state? A “prostitute”? (And if I’m the last of these, where do I drop off my W-2?)
Subject for Debate: Are Women People? (via rachelfershleiser)
A refreshing re-context of a struggle that often finds itself mired in hackneyed rhetoric
Response to Meyor
Terrell Meyor has recently come out with a rebuff to my critique of Zander Padget's 5-19-11, Passion Pit. This includes both a video and a written explanation. In the prose portion Meyor accuses me of using others' works as "vehicles" for my own "expression". In writing he also contends with a statement I had made in my initial critique, being that the 20 second portion I had chosen "typifies the movement style explored in the piece". In the video section Meyor takes aim on the validity of my critique, picking passages which he believes disprove the opinions I had put down.
What can I say Terrell? You have talent and insight. But your anger belies something pained beneath the surface. I encourage you to discover who or what it is you are really angry at.
And for the record, spatial investigation occurs as much in uniformity as it does with whimsy.
Critique of just a section from Padget's Vault Series
On a Tuesday
An interesting song has come to my attention recently, On a Tuesday by I Love Makonnen. The song offers great insight into much of the movements in hip-hop music of the past five years. It composites the talk-like rapping/singing, which 2 Chainz and Big Sean have taken to extremes, with the melodic, seemingly superficial phrasings that run through much of todays hip hop.
Makonnen raps mostly in falsetto with his voice being altered so that when within a certain range of a pitch his voice is pulled and held to that pitch, excluding any minor fluctuations (essentially a minimal auto-tuning). Makonnen traverses mostly the upper registers of these strata, so that when he dips down into lower pitches there is often a sudden jolt as he passes multiple thresholds.
These abrupt descents in pitch are interesting when examined along side the words that carry them. A good example is the recurring line, “I don’t think that I should dance, I just think I should have another drink”, with Makonnen’s voice dipping to a low pitch on “drink”. Lyrically, when the character chooses the drink over dancing the there is no apparent contrition, but the low pitch to which Makonnen’s voice falls when singing “drink” evinces ambivalence.
This celebration of the partying, drugging, sexually uninhibited life style while also admitting to it’s troubling motivations is something Drake has brought to the forefront of his music by rapping and singing openly about such dilemmas. Alongside (or taking after) Drake, many rappers have begun to express their “feelings”, as Drake would put it, Mac Miller and Kid Cudi being good examples. But conflicting emotion has always been within Hip Hop music and culture, a movement that was initially a channel for the frustrations of the economically and racially disenfranchised youth of The Bronx, NYC. The use of spray paint, record tables and pavement to produce art of dazzling effect did not mean to hide the oppressive conditions in which those people lived; the colors, sounds, movements and dress were only fully understood within the context of their author’s social marginalization.
Today, with the establishment of Hip Hop as one of the premier forms of commercial entertainment, those that rap do not necessarily come from an impoverished background. Along with the pains of racial and economic injustice, rappers are also delving into to issues that come about only when the pressure of economic insecurity has been lifted. While hip-hop maintains its initial identity as providing a pathway for those in ghettos to escape a life of literal or spiritual impoverishment, it now offers such liberation to those of any class or race from any limiting circumstance. The dangers of drug dealing appear alongside the dangers of duplicitous women. The descriptions of poor neighborhoods come hand in hand with that of extravagant nightclubs. Rappers boast about the once so secretive pleasantries of rich culture much like they reveal the violence of inner city living. And just as critics once reprimanded rappers for their romanticism of such violence they now warn of the egotistical effects that rapping about money and its luxuries will have on today’s youth.
Of course, just as their glorified depiction of violence was only a Trojan horse for exposing the horrors of impoverished living, so too we find the emptiness of luxurious living hidden in lines such as,
“Got the club going up on a Tuesday, got your girl in the cut and she choosy”.
Review of T.Meyor's ON GIVING
This is a review of Terrell Meyor's recent post, On Giving.
First, I like the ideas Meyor is playing with in this article. I think it is completely logical to draw a line between how information is received on social media and how that model then effects our expectations when we share information in real life. The connection that I am missing though is how this new mode of appraisal relates to giving? The only link I can make out is that giving falls into a category of real life interactions which have been altered by the immediate gratifications that social media can offer. During our interpersonal exchanges we are now looking for the type of extreme receptions common to digital shares, "Yes, No. AMAZING, blah. Good, bad. Do, don’t do." But the above mentioned category really seems limitless and arguably contains all of physical-social interaction. What I am intrigued by is how these proposed changes in social behavior effects giving in particular?
I like the thoughts Meyor shares on our perceived global network, that such can sometimes be insulation against ideas and people we do not agree with. But, again I struggle to find a connection between this and giving. I need more than these last few sentences to tie it together:
We look upon the landscape of our manicuring and are inspired by the view, we look upon ourselves and are inspired to be more like that person. We give to ourselves we thank ourselves we help ourselves.
I think Meyor gets a little carried away here with the eloquence of his writing and leaves the reader behind. Ok, we are not aware that it is ourselves that we are looking at when we see the social media landscape. Still, how does this skewed perception specifically effect our expectations of giving?
Following the above cited passage Meyor writes, "which is fine. it is how it has always been and will always be so long as we continue to give". What? So, if it has always been this way then what is this article about? If it has always been this way then why include social media in this piece at all?
I think I know where Meyor may be heading with this but I cannot be sure.
Of course this is all written with respect. I challenge Meyor because I believe in his abilities.
Review: Lay Waste
Lay Waste, the most recent of Zander Padget's video works, ends with text popping up onto the screen, reading, "Don't pigeonhole me bro". Such seems to underscore the overall rebellious nature of this mysterious piece.
While Padget's previous videos Colorado Walk, My Warehouse and Wall Street offered meditations on movement, space and the body, in Lay Waste we see a move out of the conceptual and into the sensual. The music pounds a beat, the editing riffs and the compositions are mysterious, violent and sexy. The length of the piece, only 48 seconds, gives the piece an urgency which will attract audiences whose attention needs to be grabbed immediately and continually.
Lay Waste almost seems a teaser for something bigger to come. A flowering or bursting forth of some neglected reality. Early on in the short video, as the figure walks towards the camera there is a feeling of coming judgement, of a hellish retribution. I was reminded of Goya's Colossus (now believed to be painted by one of his students), for Padget's character seems capable of great and massive impact. It will be interesting to watch this developement in works to come.
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Choice Color?
Regardless of taste some things cannot be denied: the pale aqua, off blue background of Zander Padget’s recently established website is something horrid and misconceived. It is understandable that Padget would invoke a hue that speaks to his subtle proclivities, just as understandable is that Padget would opt for a color that challenges the contemporary milieus of minimal retrogression in color application. To these ends Padget succeeds. But his success is totally subsumed in the overwhelming putridity of the color at hand. One cannot get past the color’s striking ugliness to even begin to consider the rebellion inherent in Padget’s choice.
Undoubtedly many will come to the defense of Mr. Padget, lauding him for his continued exorcism of contemporary art politics. They will succeed in defending Padget and will put forth arguments that many will take on as true. There is one man though, should he stick to the beliefs he has championed throughout his career, that will not be able to come into line with such opinion: Zander Padget himself. For it is Padget who has always valued the useful and aesthetically digestible in art and art making. In Allan Cloister’s interview with the artist Padget talked in depth of the give and take an artist must have with his audience. “You can challenge your audience, but you have to also reward them. You have to guide them along with a gentle hand at times, if it is all challenge then they will eventually tire and move on.” The color chosen by Padget can not be seen as anything but a challenge, as an offensive move that offers little in return.