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10 – 31 July 2016

Korakrit Arunanondchai “Painting with history in a room filled with people with funny names 3”

2015, HD video, 24:55 minutes

Painting with history in a room filled with people with funny names 3 is the epilogue of a trilogy of videos that began in 2012. Here the character of the denim painter talks to Chantri, both a spirit and a drone. In a time when technological singularity does not seem like science-fiction anymore and spirits could equal to information, the video attempts to find a space for the past in the near future.

Introduced by James English Leary

The Artist as Drone

1.

The artist as drone
Is lost in translation and home alone.
The drone is at home high above the world.
It hums the dizziness of freedom.
The artist is drunk on height and flight!
The poetry is good but the sport is better,
To look down at an earth-bound speck.
Who is this speck? A young man who wears makeup to hide his illness.
Can the drone discern the young man’s attempt to conceal?
Are his pixels defined enough for this chemical peel?

The body relinquishes it image to those who look at it.
Newly improved with eyes, the drone can grab it.
And then the artist owns it.
She holds the image in her hand.
She’s in the position to unpack the reasons why
The silhouette of a guy carrying dry cleaning will always be vaguely sad.
I heard my friend started making paintings of shoppers in the rain.
It’s all the same.
The people in the street might as well be covered in sheets.
One sheet per street.
The sheets are white as teeth.
As a white room, a temple, a gallery, a mausoleum.
A felon used to go to the modern art museum.
With a friend and sometimes lover
(They could never figure out what they wanted to call each other)
And she’d explain the pictures that were all one color.

2.

It’s a bird, it’s a plane.
It’s a drone. It’s throne is air.
It’s whole being is a dare. It’s flair
is for dispassion.
A case in example:
What’s God’s plan? agonizes the working class man.
The drone chuckles paternalistically
Saying, well that’s the human comedy.
He struts along admiring his creation.
His propellors are the twirling thumbs of Machiavellian vocation.
He’s part architect, part archeologist.
When his deputies bother him he asks for just the gist.

So here’s the gist:
An artwork composed of thousands of tourists,
Even though we might bemoan it,
Is democracy in action, come on admit it. You love it.
The artwork’s logic longs to be braided in like scripture.
It’s bigger than object or mere picture.
The artwork is New York City. It’s medium is heavy Americans on concrete.

On the street we make eye contact.
We’re thinking the same thing: New York is dead.
Up above the drone-as-artist drifts.
Artists often slits their wrists.
In Queens Shiva cuts eight heads of hair at once.
Up above, the gods explore each other’s cunts.
New York is not dead; it’s just laying there while we fuck it.

Some tourists panic when they arrive in the city.
Their nervous systems are outside their bodies.
They pass-out on the diabetic June sidewalk.
Breath in breath out, says the affluent monk with clout.
He’s from the cosmopolitan sect with a visitor’s center in Lower Manhattan.
The monk prefers to sleep in his car. It’s a Nissan. It’s a palace of meaning.
His water is bottled. His handwriting’s mottled.
He knows he’s chic. He’s in a mercantile democracy.
His orange robe could be Burberry.
The first animal to reach nirvana is half man half word.
British men sometimes call women a bird. It’s slang.

3.

Is the spirit a thing or merely metaphor
For neurochemical ballets galore?
For atoms spilled across the floor?
The house is filled with atoms.
The door frame is filled with atoms of door.
In the west there was no Buddha before
Enterprising South Asians brought him to our door.
The west’s consolation prize for no-Buddha was Freud.
Our Sigmund pats the back of the librarian who was constantly annoyed.
Before they called it postpartum
This mother was constantly unhappy.
Everyone constantly told her you must be so happy.
But she wasn’t happy. She was crappy. So she sought affairs
To smooth the anxiety of consciousness
With the anxiety of love.

What is modern if not this fire?

Even as it becomes socially acceptable
For Larry to love Larry
Love will always be scary.
Always new, always unlikely.
What are the chances of two specks, really?
Same place? Same time? Same same same?
And me is mine and you is your’s
And this the artist-as-drone abhors
Because looking down, there’s only one.
What seems separate is the atoms just having their temporarily separate fun.
They jitterbug us!

4.

Fassbinder said I want all my films to make a house.
The drone can see this house from space!
Can see the thing that character said in a drawer upstairs.
Her frightened look is it’s paper lining.
Anorexic like Shelly Duvall in The Shining.

Wouldn’t a family hit the spot?
Yes. The art history and felon student agree to another fling.
They agree that all the colors are really one color.
Same difference, they say.
Has there ever been a more perfect phraseology
To describe friendship, love and citizenship?
We’re the same. We’re different.

The drone incites this riot of affinity.
When it finally speaks, it yells
Jeans Against Fashism!

Credits

Director of photography: Alex Gvojic
Camera/Assistant Director: Rory Mulhere
Sound Design: Harry Bornstein
Music: Harry Bornstein
Sound Mastering: Aaron David Ross
Produced by: Suchada Suwannasorn
Co-Producer/ 1st Assistant Director: Akapol Sudasna
2nd Assistant Director: Suwikorn Nimaon, Matt Taber
Camera Assistant: Thapphawut Parinyapariwat
Production Manager: Vorrawat Boonyapornvorrapat
Still Photographer: Chut Janthachotibutr
Voice over of Chantri: Chutatip Arunanondchai

Special Thanks to:
C L E A R I N G New York/Brussels, Carlos Ishikawa London, Julien Fronsacq, Palais de Tokyo, Myriam Ben Salah, Flora Katz, Coco Young, Suvit Arunanondchai Chutatip Arunanondchai, Varachit Nitibhon,Tippawan Nitibhon, boychild, Matthew Taber. Nicholas Repasy, Bangkok City City gallery, Yellow Fang, Capture This NYC, Rirkrit Tiravanija, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, Kick the Machine, Eknaree Jainam, Munyapa Waenpetch, Kamonpan Pakpised, Numthong Saetang, Diloklarp Junthachotibutr, Kasiti Sangkul, Prapakorn Suppakijsap, Wachiramit Kamploy, Sareena Sattapon, Chidapha Bangnachad, Ditthawat Jettananusart, Chanyaporn Thongtai, Supakit Kerdchum, Sutima Sucharitakul, Thappawut Parinyapariwat, Wuttichai Juntachotibutr, Kriangkrai Sukanjanakul, Kittisak Sutthiphan, Andrea Solstad, Aracha Cholitgul, Mister Max Lee,Toto Lulin, O Thongthai, Chut Janthachotibutr, Vorrawat Boonyapornvorrapat, Tanapat Sukijcharoenpol, Nattakit Vannakittikun, Munyapa Waenpetch, Kamonpan Pakpised, Prapakorn Suppakijsap, Purich Srisuay, Sippakorn Chinklang Kasemsun Yodsanga, Sakulrat Sattaratanakul, Pornpan Saetae, Jirachaya Kerdpanya Jenwit Naruekatpichai, Tammarat Kittiwatanokun, Kasiti Ruaykul, Prapakorn Supakitsap Wachirawit Kamploy, Sareena Satthapol, Jidapa Bangnachard, Silalarp Jidachotibut Sangchai Krungwiriyakul, Chatarat Sridamrongrak, Janyaporn Thongthai Punnapa Ngamlerd, Rei Panawiwattanakarn, Miranda Poonpakdee, Issy Lilittham, Namfah Kijcharoennukul,Sarina Thai, Sizelexk Somtrakoon, Centimetre Khemnark, Best Jaroentahmmasuk, Jirachaya Kerdpanya, Jenwit Narukatpichai, Parinot Kunakornwong Tanapon Rungrat, Pitchanan Sornyen,Thanawat Phitukjithkasem, Jade Tresarannukul Supharuttiya Ouyha, Wachirapan Intaraworapad, Sakonwan Ouyha, Ravipa Udomrungrueng Saruda Lertcharoenchok