A playful approach to Tatlin’s Monument
When I heard the title of Flux Factory’s latest show, Response to Tatlin’s Monument to the Third International Conceived in the Mood of Ambivalence, or R.T.T.M.T.T.T.I.C.I.T.M.O.A. for short, I thought I was going off to see a ridiculous, pretentious show full of highfalutin communist propaganda.
I’m happy to report that I was completely wrong. [...]
— Aileen Torres, New York Press
My photo (above) from opening night was used to illustrate the article.
My class’s band, Mister Resistor, is playing again this Saturday night, 7 and 8:30, at Flux Factory! Come and listen until your ears bleed!
It’s FREE, and there will be booze, popcorn, and homemade ice cream!
[...] The exterior appearance was plain– a sleek, seamless black wall that nearly spanned the entire lofty space. A silver crank handle and a small, clear, rectangular box encasing a pickle were the only ornaments. Clamped by wires on both sides, the pickle began to spark and light up as the handle was turned. Moments later, a halting melody churned out from the other side of the wall.
A journey through the maze-like interior of the melody’s physical architecture began when you infiltrated the entrances to the box, tucked away on either side. The artists created a series of small musical chambers connected by sharp turns, stairs, and an orange slide, producing curious textures of sound that played in sync, united in a single song. An old accordion hummed in a blue velvet room designed by Ranjit Bhatnagar. Draped with delicate strings of tiny white lights, it hung by a rope and pulley from the ceiling like a chandelier, playing itself with each rotation. [...]
— pp74-75, Sculpture 12/2006, International Sculpture Center
I’m participating in the Response to Tatlin’s Monument to the Third International Conceived in the Mood of Ambivalence over at Flux Factory. It’s going to be a strange and wonderful show. The opening party will be on Friday Dec. 1, 7-10pm.
More pictures after the opening!
Listen to music and live audio from the gallery thusly