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Monday, May 26, 2003

10:24 PM
Posted by jodi rose

Not sure what I've been up to exactly. Time drifting away in a blur of something less strenuous than activity, more engaged than lounging around. Although plenty of that too.

Playing with the kids at contemporary sculptors association, lots of fun. Realised that I finally got that art gallery position I was dreaming of when my last real employer went bust.

Started hooking into the art 'scene' here, visiting friends in their studio's, putting together an artists book for a group show at Club - very funky space above the builders arms pub on gertrude st. Peeling paint, chandeliers, kind of shabby decadent eastern european feeling. very lush, reminds me of Berlin.

Many more proposals to get finished this week, and some images and sounds to play with.
Have received a few remixes back from people, the compilation cd is going to be fantastic!
Hoping to get that out by November - met someone at dinner after Thomas' opening who manages a CD production co, gave me an excellent quote on making the CD's with sexy cardboard covers, also getting ideas together for the book. All in all a very productive time, even though nothing concrete has eventuated yet - it will!

Woke up happy this morning, for the first time in months. Must have been all the laughter watching eurovision song contest last night - very happy that Turkey won, they had fantastic dancers and an almost listenable song. I did love the German answer to Laurie Anderson, she was apparently the oldest ever eurovision contestant, with spiky red hair and a weathered face, although cyprus had the best lyrics - 'say the bullshit, tell them I love you' - honest, anyway. So glad tatou didn't win, their lyrics sounded like 'she's got boys in her brassiere' and they totally sucked. I could swear it was the same two blonde boys gyrating smugly in every single group, but maybe they all studied at the Eurotrash dance academy.
Anyway, going to find a studio in the next month and have somewhere to go work everyday. Can't wait!

Thursday, May 01, 2003

7:20 PM
Posted by jodi rose

Melbourne
completely demented 24-hours in which I have completed an entire australia council application
(well ok so I'd been thinking about it for months and had two meeting with relevant people but still!),
scheduled a day of post-graduate seminars according to people's availability and timeframes,
dealt with catering, data projector hire, sent out emails to all involved; gone for a job interview;
and now just have to put together notes for my presentation at the research day.

lordy, there is no rest for the wicked. wouldn't mind a bit more of the 'wicked' though.
maybe one day. had a new idea for a business venture, excellent niche product, fabulous name,
sure fire winner. thinking about doing a small business course when I have a few hours to spare!

toy death and frumpus were lots of fun, kooky women dance troupe doing excellent demented
routines in sleeping bag outfits and tracksuit ensembles, and toy death who amplify and play
all those plastic kids toys that make really annoying noises, with f&*#ed up lyrics spoken
through tinny megaphones. fantastic.

Thursday, May 01, 2003

7:09 PM
Posted by jodi rose

Work of Post-Art in the Age of Generative Reproduction
The mind creates, the chaos permeates. In the material space, art objects
are reproductions of the creations of the mind -- a mind that uses the
chaos as an organism to deconstruct ideas, patterns, and emotions. With
the devolution of the electronic environment, the mind is superseding a
point where it will be free from the chaos to realize immersions into the
contortions of the delphic space. Work of Post-Art in the Age of
Generative Reproduction contains 10 minimal shockwave engines (also
refered to as "memes") that enable the user to make recombinant
audio/visual compositions.

measuring chains, constructing realities
putting into place forms
a matrix of illusion and disillusion
a strange attracting force
so that a seduced reality will be able to spontaneously feed on it

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Jodi Rose's work investigates the nuances of modulations through the use
of slow motion and close-ups which emphasize the Generative nature of
digital media. Rose explores abstract and inaudible scenery as motifs to
describe the idea of hyper-real space. Using transparent loops, non-linear
narratives, and allegorical images as patterns, Rose creates meditative
environments which suggest the expansion of space...


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fantastic new automatic theory toy!

http://playdamage.org/market-o-matic/

Thursday, May 01, 2003

7:06 PM
Posted by jodi rose

last week sometime - blogthing wasn't working
King St Newtown

Once I decided to erase all nostalgic memories of the Sydney I grew up in
and approach it as a completely new and unknown entity, the city became
exciting and alive again. Still can't get over all the trees in newtown
and erskinville, it's like a jungle compared to the bare gritty concrete -
no, but I'm not doing that anymore.

had a day of adventures in waterloo after lisa's car broke down on the way
to sidetrack to hear the voices from the vacant lot singing with geng gong,
an indonesian rock band. stranded in marrickville, waiting for the
towtruck for a few hours, we got to the landrover place in waterloo and
the security guard for the next door building came over and said he'd keep
an eye on the car for her. guarding all drugs that came out of that boat
off Lorne, at australian customs holding centre next door. then happened
upon a new art complex, dank street studios, in a huge old warehouse, all
minmal concrete with lots of serious art career galleries and a cafe that
had the best bread and butter pudding cakes I have ever tasted, rhubarb on
top and chocolate in the middle. yum.

saw morganics last night, excellent show by australian hip-hop and
breakbeater who does workshops in jails with violent offenders, in
rural communities and with kids at risk. totally inspiring work, taught us
to do boombox fx and breaking, and told amazing stories about the reality
of people's lives and choices in difficult situations.

reading spectrum today, inspired again by the article on that book what
are you going to do with your life. living with passion and curiosity,
following your own crazy dreams wherever they may lead and however little
you can explain to someone else exactly what it is that motivates you,
people in all kinds of occupations, demographics and locations grapple
with these same questions. it's good for my sanity to be reminded that I
am not alone in this bizarre quest. indeed, apparently there is some bloke
in glasgow also recording the sound of cable bridges - waiting to get
hooked up and hear what he's done.

decided to self-publish the cd's and maintain complete artistic and all
other control. not that I'm a control freak, but I can do it as well as
anyone! Going to see frumpus and toy death at the sandringham tonight -
have been out more in the last 5 days than 5 months in Melbourne.