Performance artist Millie Brown creates a new work, Nexus Vomitus, accompanied by singers Patricia Hammond and Zita Syme.
Thanks to Anna, who stumbled across this milestone in cultural enrichment, the full 34-minute performance can be endured experienced here. In it, Ms Brown “explores the relationship between music and performance art via self-induced vomiting.” The word explores is of course obligatory and, given the context, entirely devoid of meaning. Unless we’re to believe that the fruits of this alleged mental activity will redefine human knowledge and shake the world when finally, dramatically revealed to the public. On her regurgitation of coloured milk, Ms Brown says this:
The use of canvas is a natural progression from my early performances. I started puking down myself in various outfits, but wanted more longevity from the end result. Canvas allows me the room to experiment with pattern and colour. I have learnt to manipulate the process to produce artwork that I consider separate from the performance that produced it, both are equally important to me.
Aesthetes among you may detect the influence of Professor Keith Boadwee, whose colonic evacuations and “explorations of identity politics” are seared into the art world’s collective memory. And doubtless that of his students. Likewise, there’s a whiff of Jubal Brown, who gained fleeting notoriety by vomiting dye onto Mondrian’s Composition in Red, White and Blue, supposedly in an act of righteous artistic criticism. Others may be reminded of Albert Reyes, whose dribbling on the road requires at least some degree of precision.
Now may be a good time to revisit Pwll’s rules of art appreciation. There is, after all, a difference between shock and awe, and a difference between wonderment and tedious disgust. Those who don’t know the difference, or who’ve chosen to forget in the name of transgression, are left with little to do besides screaming at passers-by and begging for attention.
Hard liquor and ammunition are, as usual, available at the bar.
David
You might be interested in the Arty Bollocks generator here:
http://10k.aneventapart.com/Uploads/262/#
(h/t: Mick Hartley)
Posted by: Andy M | June 19, 2011 at 10:01
Shit art. Nice shoes.
Posted by: Min | June 19, 2011 at 11:22
Professor Keith Boadwee, whose colonic evacuations and “explorations of identity politics” are seared into the art world’s collective memory
David, where's the 'unsee' button?
Posted by: rjmadden | June 19, 2011 at 11:36
Glad I read this long before Sunday lunch...
Posted by: JuliaM | June 19, 2011 at 12:43
“David, where's the ‘unsee’ button?”
No refunds. Credit note only.
In other arts news…
Posted by: David | June 19, 2011 at 12:57
Shit art. Nice shoes.
It's shit and it's been done.
http://www.disclose.tv/action/viewvideo/7228/Barf_Art/
Posted by: carbon based lifeform | June 19, 2011 at 15:33
If that's art, so was my last tequila hangover.
Posted by: rabbit | June 19, 2011 at 17:07
Honk if you like art.
Posted by: sg | June 19, 2011 at 17:44
“It’s shit and it’s been done.”
Yes, it’s all been done before, several times. A narcissistic art student named Jubal Brown won fleeting notoriety by vomiting dye onto paintings by Mondrian and others. And everything about this latest stunt is even more wearisome. It’s just another nasty little ego shrieking for attention. Even the musical juxtaposition is hackneyed. But someone somewhere will be squinting and contorting in an attempt to see some deep and poignant commentary on consumerism, objectification, artistic practice, etc.
They’ll be utter wankers, of course. That goes without saying.
Posted by: David | June 19, 2011 at 20:12
Michael Vaughan, former Yorkshire and England cricketer, also 'makes art' in a similar way by hitting a painty cricket ball against a canvas, and then flogging them off as 'spontaneous' works - equally vapid as the above, but at least he's reasonably honest about his art bollocks, and doesn't charge insane prices, though they're still an utter rip-off, given his actual profession. As an artist who once played cricket, it's plain to see that being famous is far more important than either skill, if you want to rake in the cash...
Posted by: Dr. Westerhaus | June 20, 2011 at 03:02
Here you go:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGRTDUpWXe8&feature=relmfu
As an American I prefer this because it involves a high powered weapon and a hot Southern Gal. Like vomit-girl, this one may be crazy, too, but it's my kind of crazy.
Posted by: CharlieSays | June 20, 2011 at 03:57
I think this one is worse (NSFW): http://keithboadwee.com/artwork/645131_Purple_Squirt.html
Posted by: Bettiwettiwoo | June 20, 2011 at 04:18
“As an artist who once played cricket, it’s plain to see that being famous is far more important than either skill, if you want to rake in the cash...”
Fame – or being noticed, even laughed at – is, I think, the key, certainly for people like Ms Brown. And there are lots of people just like her. But maybe some sympathy is in order. After all, what’s a pathological narcissist to do if she has no discernable talent, no reason to be noticed? It’s either crap like this or a career as a serial killer.
And when it comes to regurgitating liquids, she’s not even very good at it. This chap, for instance, is miles ahead.
The funny thing is, Jubal Brown claimed to have vomited on the Mondrian painting because he found it “'oppressively trite and painfully banal.” Well, I don’t particularly like Mondrian’s paintings, but ostentatiously “transgressive” art became trite and banal much more rapidly than anything it was supposedly protesting against. It became redundant and sad practically overnight. This is partly due to the fact that “transgressive” artists can’t help but keep their own dismal egos in the spotlight. Despite the blather about identity politics and Very Serious Subject Matter, Keith Boadwee can’t bear to take himself out of the picture:
“Here I am naked and smeared with paint, unattractively.”
“Here I am shitting paint onto a canvas, unattractively.”
“Oh look, here are my unattractive genitals.”
“Oh look, here they are again.”
Posted by: David | June 20, 2011 at 07:43
It’s either crap like this or a career as a serial killer.
Tough call.
Posted by: carbon based lifeform | June 20, 2011 at 08:52
I must have a copy of the work..
Where does one send a cheque?.
Posted by: jones | June 20, 2011 at 13:09
“Where does one send a cheque?”
Sadly, Ms Brown’s masterpiece has been sold.
But for £4,000 you could buy Puke on Gaga, a two-minute film in which Ms Brown does her thing with – or rather on – Lady Gaga, who is, I gather, a happening pop artiste.
Posted by: David | June 20, 2011 at 14:15
That's my ex's cousin that is.
Miserable bugger she is.
Posted by: James | June 20, 2011 at 14:29
My parents tried, and failed, to dissuade me from a career as an artist. They should have told me that the field was full of dreary gits like this. It might have worked.
Posted by: Franklin | June 20, 2011 at 17:02
In it, Ms Brown “explores the relationship between music and performance art via self-induced vomiting.” The word explores is of course obligatory and, given the context, entirely devoid of meaning.
At least she wasn't 'interrogating' it. That's usually what they say they're doing.
Posted by: Anna | June 20, 2011 at 17:18
“At least she wasn't ‘interrogating’ it.”
You’d think there’d be a drinking game for art press release bollocks. And given the amount of exploring and interrogating that’s apparently taking place, you’d think these people would by now be announcing their amazing discoveries.
I mean, what exactly does self-induced vomiting tell us about “the relationship between music and performance art”? And how does it do this? And when will the findings be published?
Posted by: David | June 20, 2011 at 17:30
Funny...same thing happens to me whenever I hear will.i.am, but you don't see me asking for thousands of dollars (excuse me, pounds) in compensation...
Posted by: WTP | June 20, 2011 at 17:36
Been done. There was a group of artists from Richmond, VA who did this onstage with bands. This was about 1988.
Posted by: LS | June 20, 2011 at 17:44
Perhaps a "NSFW" on some of the Boadwee links wouldn't go amiss....?
Posted by: Jonathan | June 20, 2011 at 18:09
Jesus H Christ...that is utterly repellent and disgusting. Who the f***'s paying these vile, low people to be like that? It couldn't be the State, could it? I shall have to Facbook it, I'm sorry (time to Buzz The Tower.)
Posted by: David Davis | June 20, 2011 at 21:10
"Who the f***'s paying these vile, low people to be like that"
If you pay tax, then you are.
Posted by: kerrari1898 | June 22, 2011 at 11:58
Blue Milk: it's not just for Star Wars, now.
Posted by: Anonymous | June 23, 2011 at 05:03