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Jarrod Beck Catalog Essay by Jarrod Beck and Andy Campbell: …we will soon arrive at the sphere where the claims of the physical body, that having a measurable weight, come first because they look easiest to define; certainly, their problems are, technically, the easiest to handle. So it would seem! (1) A conversation takes place over email and instant messenger. ONE Art History Boy (coyly): Entre-vous! Then there is the violence of writing. Of cutting, and phrasing, editing what you say and what others will see. Deception, certainly. One could fall in love through the edits. It's possible, and I'm sure it has happened. "To exact power over, in a public space. To protect, reveal a private, personal enclave." (2) That's what I am trying to do. Cosmic space, or, as I would put it, filmic space, means being everywhere at once, or that "place" where the viewpoint is the same as the vanishing point; the most inward, the same as the most outward. (3) TWO Early summer. Late evening. Jarrod: Oh, the fruits of short-lived experience. June 4th – July 21st? Ingredients for a successful picnic, or things that happened or almost happened: A drunk woman came into the store – she said her kids were waiting for her in the car, an ex-boyfriend died, a friend's mother died, a friend's father died, a boss's friend's uncle died, a writer had the house to himself, the theater card was played, a tabula rasa, a tablet laptop, someone traveled very fast between San Francisco and New York - stopping in Austin semi-regularly in the mornings, photos were sent, emails were sent, and something else was sent, hands went down cutie's pants, the acoustic advantages of neoprene walls were discovered, a summer solstice passed, ex-boyfriends reconnected, a friend bought a Tim Hawkinson multiple, a beer with Elmer Bischoff's wife, a beer with a co-worker, a man got kissed in a telephone booth, a younger brother taught his older brother how to make pad thai, a shaggy-looking man got a haircut, that same man found a hair in his frozen food, fireworks. (Jarrod, insert days you were not in Austin here) iliveonthe11thfloor: get into that THREE arthistoryboy: OK so drama... Later. iliveonthe11thfloor: I met a drag queen in San Francisco. She could just stand there, all seven foot of her, in front of a fan with five or six men on stage with her, swooning over her. These same two worlds [art and reality], conceived as separate organic bodies, are as independent yet related, as if they were brothers living on the opposite sides of the Earth. (5) EPILOGUE A: a personal display? 
(1) Tyler, Parker. The Shadow of an Airplane Climbs the Empire State Building: A World Theory of Film. New York: Anchor Books, 1973, $2.50. 222. (2) Jarrod said this, but it was in reference to something else. Sorry. (3) Tyler, 275. (4) The first level was that I thought I wanted to be an actor. (5) Tyler, 223. |
