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September 17th, 2007

N e o – A r c a d i a

Filed under: Uncategorized — William Cardini @ 9:46 pm

was destroyed June 30th
by bumzzz fruuum the fuuutur
stranded in the present.

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live long in our memories.

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It was a fluorescent dream of a city.

The And of the World

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The Digital Warrior

Filed under: Uncategorized — William Cardini @ 9:32 pm

Digital warriors exist outside of the state of solid things. They roll ephemeral, declaring that “Cartoon Life is Everlasting” and “The Digital Realm is Forever” while they laugh because they know neither to be true. They deny the truth of a thing for the use of it. Digital warriors have given up their bodily existence for mythic insistence, projecting their masked and costumed representations throughout the empire of images. The digital warrior denies representation, knowing that images are things in and of themselves.

New Biographies

Filed under: Artwork,Fiction — Tags: — William Cardini @ 9:30 pm

Mark P. Hensel died circa 400,000 B.C.E. while trying to discover the mystical secrets of the space yetis.

His ghost haunts the digital realm and possesses various weavings and synthetic fabrics in the material world.

I have also heard that, although he has lived out only twenty-two years, the path that his life traces through spacetime is discontinuous; he was seen with Alexander the Great in Macedonia, was with Grettir Armundarson on Drang Isle and was last seen drunk out of his mind at the Deep Eddy Cabaret.

Mark P. Hensel and his Blue Tarp

Filed under: Uncategorized — William Cardini @ 9:23 pm

The blue tarp interests me as a material and as a symbol. I first began to use it when I went on Land Arts, a study-abroad program between UT and the University of New Mexico where we went on two three-week-long camping trips throughout the Southwest and down into Mexico. Since everything we brought for camping and art-making had to fit into two duffel bags, the tarp had to double as part of my bedding and as an object for performances and sculptures.
I am intrigued by the idea of making my sculptures into animate beings, because of a fascination with transformative processes: in folklore, clay becoming the golem; in science-fiction, machines and blobs becoming alive; and in the Catholic Church, wine and bread becoming the blood and body of Christ. Therefore, when we went to Utah’s salt flats or were camping near the edge of a mesa, I would set up the tarp with rope or by holding it up myself so that the wind in these environments would make it move and flail about as if alive.
The reason that I use the tarp in particular rather than any other large of piece of fabric, synthesized or grown, is that it is a pre-packaged commodity, made in China from plastic and already cut to the size that I want, complete with grommets for easy fastening. It is ubiquitous but used for a variety of purposes related to sheltering and protecting things because it is resistant to weather and amorphous in form, foldable into any number of shapes. Its lack of specificity is what makes it useful; but it can also be menacing because one is never sure what is hidden beneath it.
After I returned to Austin from Land Arts, I began to take more advantage of these aspects of the tarp, taking a video where I wave the tarp in the air and animating over the footage so that the tarp seems to transform into different monstrous faces and abstract forms. In my performance for the Grid show, I wanted to tackle the tarp from the opposite end: rather than the tarp becoming alive, I wanted something living to become the tarp. I used call-and-response so that it did not seem like I was a madman in my own world, pretending to be a tarp, rather the audience was with me and assisted me in this process. Also, up until that show I had always used the same tarp that I had taken with me on Land Arts; but because of the size restriction I bought another (the same brand because I prefer that particular shade of blue) and cut it and hand-sewed it with fishing line so that it was four by eight feet and still had its grommets in the right places for me to attach it to myself and the fan. I now plan the creation of a tarp monster, a mechanism that moves in ways unpredictable and independent of myself, a machine with an unknowable interior.

Manifesto #2

Filed under: Uncategorized — William Cardini @ 9:20 pm

We, the People of Space, call to the ears of all artonauts and astrotects:

Your eyes must be closed to the dread revelations of the sciences of space as they show the stars to be nothing more than dreary orbs of dry riverbeds or frozen gases. Open your inner eyes to the nite sky of the mind!

Never visit the all-too-real canals of Venice; rather, return again to the canals of Mars; let monsters climb back into the craters of the Moon; listen to Sun Ra, the only man to truly know Saturn; and remember, all artonauts and astrotects, the planets, those wandering stars, are named after Gods that once walked the world!

September 9th, 2007


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September 5th, 2007


Filed under: Uncategorized — William Cardini @ 12:52 am

The Miizzzard showcases his recent excursions
into the ancient art of cleromancy, or casting lots, or bones,
or fortelling the future with the roll of the dice.

September 4th, 2007

A Terrifying Vision

Filed under: Artwork — Tags: — William Cardini @ 9:33 pm

Shark Tarp Photograph

A fluorescent world ruled by vicious fabric sharkx.