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Instant Coffee's:
THERE IS NO ROMANCE IN TAKING A RISK
INSTANT COFFEE
LOVES EVERYONE
Art Metropole, February 10 - March 3, 2007
Ambivalence and contradictions embedded in artistic texts produce the art effect. Belief is suspended. Culture reflected.
Taken literally, you might interpret IC's "There is no..." as meaning that they feel they can't risk offending anyone so they love everyone. That would pretty well sum up a lot of the aesthetic in art these days. Terrified safe.
The message becomes much more interesting, in the sense of loaded up with meanings, if you sever the last two lines, which are about as meaningful as an email signature, from the first three, which might mean:
THERE IS NO ROMANCE IN TAKING A RISK (anymore) It's just sad if you are so naive as to date bad boys, drive drunk, not recycle. Naive risk-taking just gets you in trouble: e.g. heart break, accidents or global warming.
THERE IS NO ROMANCE IN TAKING A RISK (and never was) Risk is a necessary part of life and we shouldn't fear it: e.g. the Harper govn't needs to see green energy not as a romantic ideal, therefore risky, but as a necessary step based on scientific observation... in fact in politics there has never been romance in taking risks; every strategy involves risk, with high stakes.
Note to self: Don't even think about using romance and risk in a single sentence.
Links: http://www.artmetropole.com/popups/exhibits/exhibits_07/instant-coffee/ic.html
Rob Labossiere
An intriguing F.A.Q:
What happens if death should occur at a great distance, or if USA is unable to use the body?
Issue #16 is now posted. (thanks simpleposie #1599)
Kate Wilson
Cold Drive 2000 series of 248 paintings, oil and digital media
on vellum, 23 x 30 cm
Today I went to the ministry of health to update my OHIP card. The guy at the counter noted that our birthdays are very close together and that we both have a watershed birthday coming up this spring. "I don't care," he said, "you're only as old as you feel." Then, when he took my picture he said, "Is that one okay with you?" I shrugged "sure." It's not like I sit around staring at my OHIP card. Then he said, "even with the frizzy hair?" Then he said, "it's winter hair." Then he said, "I know that feeling." Then he said, "not that I have any hair." Then he said, "I'd rather have frizzy hair than no hair." I was pretty much done with saying things, myself, so I left. Which is all by way of introduction to my new favourite phrase:
"graceful degradation"Which has deposed my old favourite phrase:
"accelerated decrepitude"Here's what the current issue of Scientific American says about graceful degredation in their article on the broadcast transition to digital tv:
Even if your TV can receive over-the-air digital signals, that does not guarantee you can see the pictures. Analog offers what is called "graceful degradation": people in fringe reception areas can at least see something, even if the picture ghosts or fades in and out. DTV is not as forgiving. You either get it, or you do not.Being of a fairly murky mindset I find myself quite comfortable in the fringe reception areas. I grew up in the country without cable and spent a lot of time staring at something-less-than-completely-random TV snow that teased me with rare decipherable images hinting at the storyline of Battlestar Galactica. I'd rather have a fuzzy winter broadcast than no broadcast at all.