My twitter friend Penny Goring (@triplecherry) and I have never met. She lives in London, I live in New York. I am not even sure when or how we started following each other. About a year ago, I was scanning my friends’ tweets and happened upon a link she had posted to a story she had written, “Temporary Passport.” I fell in love with her piece (and writing) instantly, and vowed to animate it. A year later, we finished the animation. Our collaboration on it was entirely through twitter and facebook messages, something I found entirely appropriate because that is the space in which we became acquainted with each other.
When people tell me, “social media is just a bunch of people posting pictures of their cats and desperately crying out LOOK AT ME PLEEEZ,” I point to this as an instance where social media can inspire and bring people together… and then i get out my Blackberry to upload a photo of my cat to facebook and beg my twitter followers to tell my I’m pretty.
Temporary Passport was first screened first at the Chaosmos 2010 Exhibition (Independents Liverpool Biennial 2010): View Two Gallery, 23 Mathew Street, Liverpool, Merseyside, UK. It was also shown at The Oxford in Kentish Town on Beatnic Night: an article about the event on The Spectator’s Arts Blog.
Penny reading Temporary Passport live here. Penny’s writing here.
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I am currently remixing the full 90 minutes of John Carpenter’s “They Live” – but with cats instead of aliens. Why? Why not. Hope to screen the full remix somewhere in the future. Find out more about the art of “Remix” on LofiLounge.org
So I made this out of Brinks Home Security videos. Yeah.
Caffeine Jesus is my dark journey into diet coke and 5 hour energy shot addiction as illustrated by stick figures. Famous Badgers is about Badgers in Famous works. Like this:
The world (my brain) is too full of dull badgers, dead badgers, Ullmen. Some badgers never even get into your house they are so busy howling at the windows. Or as Minna would say, you pick your badgers—and you do, whether you subscribe to that view or not, you really do. I can’t feel guilty about every last badger. Ullmen? Never met the badger. Just like Bailey. They were just badgers I never happened to meet. To the both of them and you I say: Put a badger in your shoe, and beat it. Make like a badger, and leave.
Motherless Badger, by Jonathan Lethem
