From an FB thread:
A few years ago, I came across a dialogue process along these lines, but I haven't been able to find it again. I'd like to credit the creators. If anyone knows who they might be, let me know.
Here is a method of creating dialogue with artists around oppression in art.
It give politically passionate audiences a place to find solutions to problematic content. It gives politically passionate artists a way to communicate with these audiences with less fear of being judged. It gives a place for art that is actually not problematic to show its strength. It gives space to teach. And it also makes it hard for bombastic ignorant jackasses to dismiss much-needed criticim of their work.
As someone wishing to engage an artist in dialogue, work through the following stages until you feel the issue has been adequately addressed, or you hit #4 and throw fruit at them. As an artist, listen and respond.
1. I noticed _______________ in your work. What led to this decision?
2. I see, are you aware of ______________ as a social issue? Do you this might relate?
3. I think this aspect of the work is problematic for the following reasons _________________. What are your thoughts?
4. Seriously dude, Fuck You. [Throw fruit of choice]
I should be outside making plinths for bronzework, instead I'm inside, screwing around.
By "screwing around," you mean "designing display cards for a gallery showing?"
Yeah... but I was talking on the phone earlier
To a photographer. Who you're hiring. To take product shots for your wesite.
Okay. Fair point.
This patina is the faster and more salable equivalent of the traditionaly "save your urine in a bucket" technique.
Fangs. Like a large cat.
I've learned a thing or two baout about making precision moulds
And so, on a rainy bike ride of a maybe-date, we went to see a denturist.
In Nelson. Which is full of hills.
Your mouth is full of saliva, a watery solution.
Yes, yours. I've checked.
Water is a polar molecule.
This means that it dissolves ionic bonds and other things composed of polar molecules.
Like table salt.
Dentures are best made of a non-polar molecule.
The denturist leant me some supplies with which to make fake teeth.
You use a non-polar powder and dissolve it in a non-polar solution, adding a catalyst. It melts together, the solution evaporates and you have the basic structure.
Acetone is a common solution.
Nail polish is like 3% acetone.
The stuff he lent me is industrial strength.
He capped the open spout with denturist's wax.
Denturist's wax can be used as a seal, but it's not really designed for it.
Which is to say that you should only use it to seal things that are sitting still on a table.
And not, things which are in a backpack on a bicyclist in a city built on hills.
We did not know this at the time.
My backpack now hangs open in the fume room.
I might pick it up tomorrow.
Everything that was in it, and everything it touched, now reeks of concentrated acetone.
I just took a long shower.
I am getting better at this metal casting. I just banged out the first stage of a cylindrical bronze bell (modeled after a xylophone key - as despite a lot of searching, I can't find any traditional examples though I'm sure they exist) in one day. With electrolysis and grocery shopping thrown in.
In January, this would have taken me two weeks.
You start with four layers of metal: two of a hard steel for cutting and two of a soft steel for flexibility. You get them so hot that they fuse together at the edges. Then you hammer them out and fold them. Now you have eight layers. Another heat and another fold is sixteen layers. And so on.
The sword is not actually folded a thousand times. It's folded between eight and fourteen times. This makes between 1024 and 65536 layers of steel. If you want over a million** layers, as i've heard from time to time, fold it eighteen times.
This still requires a lot of skill, as it needs to be flat, and smacking the sword the wrong way could easily puncture a layer of steel. And you don't want to repeatedly heat and cool something that thin, because you'll lose a bit of steel and structural integrety every time. This means that you need to get several people pounding the sword at once, with great accuracy and fine rhythm, and without accidentally sledgehammering each-other.
And you need to temper the sword right, heating the whole sword and getting the whole cutting edge to hit one temperature and the back another before you cool it. And then you need to sharpen it just right. And then you need to figure out which swords are good, which to recycle, and which to sell at a discount under a fake name.
But there is not some _______* blacksmith hunched over a forge, folding it a thousand, or sixty-five thousand, times, or a million times. That would be silly. Never mind the time involved. If you truly folded a sword fifty times, you'd split it's atomic nuclei several times over. If you tried, you'd just mash the layers together to make a lump of steel that varies between thin layers and an alloy, and which, when you went to use it, would bend in interesting ways.
I am learning a lot in this class.
* Insert a nationality here. Blades from cooking knives to scythes, from Switzerland to Burma are made like this. But for some reason the word is usually "Japanese," which makes me hope that Honshu bladesmiths are having a collective mathematical giggle at the rest of the world. It also makes me think that North America has some stereotypes about the Japanese (obsessively skilled but dull - suitable for repetitive factory work) that resemble 1900-era Euro Vancouver's assumptions about Chinese servants. But until word gets around, I can always change my name to Keiji and hire a model to stand in for me on the "about us" section of the website.
**1048576 layers, to be precise. The same number of layers as bytes in a megabyte
Even after I removed the coveralls and wiped off the soot, you can still smell it.
Uniform coveralls. Oversized leather aprons. Thick goggles. Hair covers. Grossly oversized gloves. We look like gnomes.
The goggles give you a similar view to what you'd see on an alien planet: outside is a chlorinous green-yellow. Dim. Your vision is constricted, presumably by the space suit.
The goggles that make glowing steel look black. But the torch is bright. Even through the goggles.
The metal is hot. I can leave it through a 45-minute lunch break and it will still be too warm to handle without tongs.
The gases are dangerous. Mixed and lit properly, acetalinne and oxygen make a 3300 degree flame, the hottest gas burn known. Applied correctly, it makes steel grow uncomfortably bright, then melt, then boil.
Mixed and lit wrong, without the right attachements, it can burn back up the line and hit the tank.
If you over-pressurize acetaline without suspending it in acetone, it explodes. If pressurized oxygen contacts oil or grease, it explodes. In case of a large explosion, the roof is designed to go before the walls. Everyone in the shop still dies, but the people next door live.
Self denial doesn't work
To spend some time in a cabin that's surrounded by snow - Birkenhead maybe, anyone else want in?
To get back into kink - I attended a workshop last night - I forgot how much fun that was - I find it a bit awkward to go to a play party without someone to play with though
To find a loving relationship - feeling irritated (gah! women! oh... wait... shit.), will keep trying, appreciate suggestions and recommendations
To learn how to make more things - a trades course looms
To be a better cook and seweringpersonything - keep practicing
A cunt - better start doing research
To be doing more art - community college maybe? Or one of those electives that looms on the way to finishing my degree
To get into physical activity that will strengthen my joints instead of hurting them - signed up for softball, will try to get involved with paintball - [ I want to make a queer paintball team (the team is queer - the people on it may or may not be) just so I can make a wordplay on "Rainbow Six"]
To take some time off - told my coworkers last month that I won't be a round much this month
To get my Student Union out of the goddamn CFS - the fight starts in January and culminates in March
To get involved in co-op stuff - I think I might go intern again
You got any advice or suggestions or news, or have the same thing that you want a second person to work on keep me in mind
Curiously delighted. This is strange.
For my birthday, my cousin also gave me a copy of Disney's Robin Hood, which, during my childhood, was hands-down my favorite movie. I still think it's a blast but watching it, and reflecting on other variations on Robin hood myths, be they in cinema or text, I feel a mix of enthusiasm and disconnect.
Context: it's true that I really needed to watch a comedy, and that I also am surprised at just how much has changed since my childhood.
But I think that most of it has to do with the fact that the most striking loss of privilege I've experienced is the lack of role models, especially fictitious ones.
Nineday is the close of week zero and a good time for summaries and resoultions:
In other news: to date, four people have stated that "Sasha" doesn't sound, or simply isn't, an androgynous name. Two said it's a boy's name; two, a girl's.
Also: I owe some of you art. You have your choice of a cartoony sketch, crazy neon photo work, a spraypainted attire.
1 - I think I can make pretty things,
2 - It sounds like fun,
3 - I can sell it because, when it comes to beads, people will buy complete crap
4 - It used to be a fad, so there hould be lots of extra beading equipment floating around and I can pick it up for cheap.
This announcment is here because
1 - If you, or someone you know, has old beading stuff, I'll take it off your/their hands in exchange for novel photoediting services, customized freshly baked bread, or something along these lines
2 - if you want to bead and want someone to do it with, I'm... well, I guess that's pretty obvious,
Self is illusion:
Walls are lies;
Unity is immortality.
- Ede Mu-Kranshk