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First issue of NoGli. With the contriubution of Alain v Bielert, Iris Reehorst and BS Szücs.
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Edition No. 1 September 2012
NoGli
Editorial entry Who is what and what is our idea...
NoGLi is a platform for experimentation. Ideas, images and works that often lay dormant in the metaphorical drawers or just want to see the light of day once again...
That is what we are looking for. That is what we want to get out there. No major restrictions or periodical pressure. When we gather something that has to be shown...we show it.
But who do we exclude? If it is possible, nobody. From the first to the fourth or fifth dimension, essays, ramblings and screenplays to photographs, paintings and sculptures. If we find a way, let’s put a performance, music, film or whatever you wish inside. The Digital Age is upon us and we can always find a way.
So let’s jump in and I welcome thee to the first edition of NoGLi!
Contents
Ding (Thing) by Alain v Bielert pg. 3
Found Footage pg. 7
PooFont by Alain v Bielert pg. 8 I Wonder by BS Szűcs pg. 9
One day you will die,but you will never be a child againby Iris Reehorst pg. 11
BAM by Alain v. Bielert pg. 16
Next to East by Balázs Szűcs pg. 21
The Notebook by BS Szűcs pg. 27
Non Recreational Substance Use by BS Szűcs pg. 29
Graduation shots by Alain v. Bielert pg. 31
The Contributors pg. 35
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Such a whimsical word.
Replacement for any of the uncountable arrays of words that sometimes fails to ascend from the depths of a tired mind. Often enough even a completely unknown word or person that is hiding behind it. “ Hey, thingy....what was your name again?”
We could state that the vocabulary of the frequent “thing” user is not broad enough for the conversation he would like to maintain, or in an-other case, his memory could be failing him from time to time.
But meanwhile, “thing” is also the subject of deep dwelling philospohical explorations. Just think about Kant’s “Ding an Sich” or “Thing in Itself”
He states that every thing has its own characteristics that go beyond the perception of human beings. For him, the word “Thing” is just a ve-hicle to acknowledge that which goes beyond our senses. The thing it-self. But we can’t see it. The difficulty herein lies that this theory can’t be proven through empirical means. In that case I am also very op-portunistic. I don’t believe in it, because I can’t experience it.
But still I see the sense of it to think about the essence of it all. It does teach us to think and see beyond our own small little world. I seek for meaning by recombining the aspects known to us to get a richer in-terpretation of the Thing.
The challenge was, to make a thing out of the word Ding {Thing}, and the philosophy that lies behind it. Where the spectator can wonder about the thingness of the thing. But it can also be interpreted trough lan-guage: the banality of the word. As it is used in such a whimsical way to replace the name of what it is describing (that green thing with the stem), or to acknowledge a hype (it is the Thing now), or to appropriate something (language is like, so my thing), wild thing...
...oh well, everybody can do his own thing with it.
Ding (Thing) by Alain v Bielert
About the philosophy of “Ding an Sich”
“...the creation of a thing, a thing that is being recombined from another thing...”
Found Footage Thistimefromthearchiveof BSSzűcs
Found somewhere in the streets of Utrecht...
PooFont by Alain v Bielert
Creating the all natural equivalent for alphabet of the new age. These imag-es have never seen the light of day until this moment. Is this the start of a {r}evolution?
Sometimes I just wonder about things that I want to have answered. But before I can just bump it out, I need more questions to get to a better understanding of the matter.
The articles, or to be more precise, the bequestionings that will follow in this series is just to lay out my mind before you. That what I wonder about, and I will not give the answers to what I maybe have come in the meantime... at least, not yet.
...about the Surrealistic nature of photography...
- What are the elements that make up a photograph?
- What are variables that play a role in the creation process of a pho-to?
- What variables can you adjust to escape from the pure registration of the visible reality?
- Can you paint with the creation process of a photograph?
- Can you transfer a performance into a photograph?
- Can you come to the essence of Rothko with Photography?
- Is language a variable within a photo?
- Can you create a coherent series from independent images?
- Does a series need to show consistence?
- What are the first signs of surrealism?
I wonder... by BSSzűcs
- What is the visible reality?
- What lies beyond the visible reality?
- Does going beyond the visible reality mean that you enter surrealism? - Can you enter surrealism within the visible reality?
- Is a personal experience of surrealism transferable to another person?
- Is a surrealistic photograph an illustration of a state of mind or an illusion thereof?
If you find answers for yourself and would like to share these with me or the world, send an e-mail to: [email protected] and it will get out one way or another.
One day you will die,but you will never be a child again by Iris Reehorst
My work is about melancholy, a sad look on the past, an unfulfilled de-sire.
I work a lot with impressions of faded memories, this feeling surfaces more evidently by the patterns I take from old doilies and wallpapers. There is often a lot of the original (color) cloth still visible. When clamping and preparing my canvas I already keep this in mind and let the canvas get smudged by the dust of the floor and by only treating it with bone glue. By the combination of this glue and linseed oil the painting turn faster into a yellow color which again adds to the atmosphere of the old paintings.
The subjects I use are often objects from my own childhood or that of others. But I also search for objects in second-hand or antique shops. Often my work is described as sinister or stinging.
In my work I try to get the viewer to remember his own beautiful or dif-ficult moments, because in my opinion it is really not a bad thing to oc-casionally think back and just take a moment for them.
Sometimes some things are so beautiful, that it hurts a little. Some-times there is an image that hits you, not because it is so beautiful, but just because it’s there. The boundary between the sweet, fragile, and that painful edge, that is what I’m looking for.
onomatopoeia by Alain v Bielert
Once an innocent onomatopoeia, widely used in pulp-fiction and Lichtensteins, next to WHAM, POW, and BRATATATATATA. Now loaded with cultural significance....
It all started in a certain southern province in the Netherlands. There, some streetwise youth inspired a bunch of actors in using this word to emphasize every action they did or were pretending to do.
Example: I’m going to open this can of Schültenbrau… BAM! This new kids were apparently such popular boys that this expression suddenly made part of the Dutch language. Until recently, the word only rose in popularity… Until a certain politician thought it good to use this incredibly popu-lar word to make himself popular, to finally become the head of his party. Whitch, of course backfired at him.
We often see, even in politics, that negative attention is still atten-tion, which automatically makes good advertisement in any way, but this rule didn’t seem to apply for poor mr. Dibi. The sad thing is: with his reputation, the word’s reputation fell too. Nobody can use this word in the Netherlands anymore, without anybody thinking of this laughable political failure. In my opinion this is a huge loss. Can’t wait until the moment generations passed by until nobody knows about this tragic event anymore, and my wall will be cool again.
In process of design and planning before the big BAM
Next to East byBSSzűcs
And once we had a studio in Budapest. Next to the Eastern Railway station. It was a shabby little apartment that was half cleared out, actually. But a stu-dio is a studio if you make it out of whatever it was. I had it for a month and a half or so and some fine projects where made there. But it is not good to be too productive and we had to goof around and sometimes just experiment in the surroundings that we had.
A picture a day, a picture an hour, a picture in whatever time frame we want them...
The interesting thing about the sur-roundings were the random stuff that were left there, in the near finished/destroyed state that everything was in.
Simply said: we had to fuˇ~k around in it.
The goal was to get liberated, experiment with atmosphere, intuitive symbolism and visual possibillites. The following images are a handful of what was produced during those sessions. Some were constructed more conscious than others, and maybe even were a conclusion to that days work.
Goodness gracious, before we get too jumbled up in what we are trying to say in a very circumstantial way, I can advise you to just step over to the images at hand....
enjoy
The studio table with lunch in the first days
The Notebooks byBSSzűcsshort and long writings from the ragged notebooks
The condom
He was high on something...Probably speed, but who cares. At least it’s near irrelevant. The party was okay, a bit overcrowded and it had some odd mixtures con-cerning the guests.
But aside these minor inconveniences, one of the biggest problems that night was the shortage of beer. Everybody was drinking and it was near impossible to hoard a stash in the “crowd”.But to skip back a bit for the true gist of the story.
He was high and had a cute girl arranged just for the occasion. For some reason it would have been a sure thing for him. But, in a similar but still a sharp contrast to my problem, he also had one for himself. Still keeping his somewhere depraved form of sensibility, probably for his own protection, he needed some rubbers for the night. Well, it’s a good thing that that poor girl remains relatively safe.
Anyway, he needs rubbers and I need beer. Just as I had learned from my dear...one of my relatives I think, I had a couple of them with me. Quick run upstairs, he got one and I got a cold one. No problem.
Later, I learned that he still managed to fuck up. Called out the wrong name… The beer was good though.
Freebird
Lynard Skynrd - freebird was playing. In the old root pub. The old crew had a great representation for some reason...old accomplices from a few years back.
We didn’t know each other anymore. A few lost words here and there that acknowledged that we were friends a while ago.
In the full bar, with the chords of freebird playing, I am sitting alone. Beer in one hand, the barmaid in front of me. Nice shirt.
The song’s gone, I enjoy solace
and Led Zepp starts
Packing
There was a bra lying at my feet.A black one, shiny black cup.
And even more were put in That plastic bag a few feet away.
But that was it, for the rest,All the clothing was in ahut pack.
A woman was packing them.Twisting and turning, Pivoting around a coupleof certain axis.
The room was tied around her.She had beautiful eyes.Blue, shining.
There was nothing moresensual about her.But the women movedlike nobody was there.
I ate the orange slices.They were given to me,to have something tillthe drinks were ready.
She was still moving,From notches and cracks in the roomthe final pieceswere strung outand into the packs.
Done, and the offered certain drink was also in a state of waiting.The bag of bras were somewhere gone.
Within an hour, she was gone.I got one of her shining eyes,And she was gone.
We went for a beer.
Non Recreational Substance Use byBSSzűcs
How we destroy ourselves to keep on functioning...
To maintain a certain level of professional/social functionality some people need to take on unhealthy habits.
For example the managers who need to make days of 22 hours do get their job done, or teachers who need to keep constant focus during the day.
But there are also the issues where it is more a personal problem, for example an overly anxious person who has to maintain a stressful task, or the information manager who becomes antisocial from the constant hun-kering over the problems of the digital age.
There are more than enough substances to “help” these problems, like al-cohol, coffee, drugs and medications or even fast food in some cases.
These are most of the time not healthy substances when used over extend-ed periods of time. But they are still easier to obtain than to bring significant change into the work situation.
Graduation shots by Alain V Bielert
These images are taken as part and as an inside out recording of my graduation work. My goal was to create a work that was interactive on multiple levels.
First of all, by playing with letters and words and the symbolism be-tween them.
The audience could play freely with the basic elements, the words to create something more out of them. To create an other interpretation of our language(s).
Secondly, I provided them a camera to record their personal creations. Each new form existed for a short period of time, as somebody else came along and transformed it into something new or gave response to the previous word, as if it were a conversation in solid state..
The following photographs are all that remained, the memory of solid syllabical play.
The contributors
BSSzűcs
Staff photographer of BaSe Art and Photography and main editor of NoGli. He is still working to graduate in the field of Documentary Photography. More can be found at:
Alain v. Bielert
Graduate from the art academy of Utrecht from Fine Art & Education. His works give shape and form to linguistics in many ways.
Iris Reehorst
From 2007 - 2011 I studied at the art academy in Utrecht (Utrecht School of the Arts) studied and have earned my degree of Bachelor of Fine Art & Educa-tion . In the first place I am a painter and printmaker.
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