Modelos para Armar: Scenes from a Construction

Modelos para Armar is the title of the summer exhibition at MUSAC, in Leon. The exhibition will present sections of MUSAC's Latinamerican collection, curated by Agustin Perez Rubio (Director), Maria-Ines Rodriguez (Chief Curator) and Octavio Zaya (Curator at Large). Angelidakis studio is in change of the space for the exhibition, which, if you follow our work, you might have noticed is an ongoing project of making architecture with exhibition walls. For Modelos, we came up with a series of spaces that relate to statial conditions in Latinamerican architecture and urbanity. Monumental modernity, jungles, favelas and mayan ruins sometimes wrap themselves around specific works, while other times act as connectors and separators between curatorial clusters.

This door will lead to a dark space of precious, deadly objects.

The ellipse will contain images of violence

A jungle of columns

MIR+ Blackberry next to a reading room

one of the tallest exhibition spaces in Europe, will contain the night.

TheTerrifying Boredom of contemporary Telecommunication

A flock of taxis waits outside Chamartin station in Madrid.
Like a sleepy robot, I make my way to the one I am pointed at.
I wonder why it doesnt move to the point where passengers get on and I have to walk to it instead, but soon I will know.

The driver mumbles something in spanish, I say no habla espagniol,
he mumbles some more. There is traffic, he curses, starts driving nervously, speeding and stopping every 10 meters. I'm thinking he's angry, road rage, what would you expect, sometimes I am like that too.

All the yoga in the world and you're still an angry white male.

I hear the familiar beep beep of a phone waiting to be answered, though its through the car speakers, surround sound. Are we calling someone? Is the beep part of a song?

It takes a while to understand whats goin on, nobody seems to be picking up, beep fucking beep. Finally a sleepy female voice comes on, and I get it. He's called somebody over the car-phone system, and as I said that I dont habla espagnol, he doesnt care that I can hear.

He's talking to his wife, something about Chamartin and Airport. I guess they are talking about me? No, he's just relaying where he is, what he is doing. She replies something about casa bla bla rafael bla bla.
Yes I am here, yes you are there, yes. Uh huh. Yes. They agree that they are both there, and have nothing to say, and they somehow keep saying it, maybe just to confirm they are still alive?
She seems as bored as he. Something about seven oclock?

Surround Sound Cellular telecommunication with a 7MB camera, 700 minutes per month only 120 euro and unlimited SMS and landline calls, nothing at all to communicate.




They continue having a boring bored conversation,
and as far as I can understand they are saying nothing at all. Still.

More "I am here, you are there, we are talking on the phone, nothing is going on except boring boredom"
then the kids come on, they also relay their boredoms, something about cubidou? scoobeedo? loukilouk?
more boredom, they keep talking for a while, he sounds tender and blissfull to be saying nothing to his son.
I listen while I photograph the equally boring landscape.

We are somewhere between city and airport, neither rural, neither pretty, neither industrial, neither agricultural.
We pass a tennis club, a factory, suburbia, airportia.
The call is over and now we are focused on the driver who cut in front of us,
suddenly the ugly, bored, unpolite, probably unwashed taxi driver is angry, really angry,
he honks, and then decides to catch up with the supposedly aggresive driver in the expensive SUV.
Suddenly the bored turns to angst, we are going 180km dangerously swerving between cars, screaming

Little faggot in the back seat doesnt say a word
when the angry ugly neantherdal screams Maricón! to the SUV and to all the other cars, to everybody.
Wait I'm not a liitle faggot, I'm a big faggot, but lets just get out of this alive, gay pride can wait.

I see the Richarg Rogers designed, rainbow colored Barajas Terminal 4 from far away
and I hope to make it there in one piece.
He swears some more to every car in the horizon, I almost feel the battered peageut fly off the fucking asphalt,


why the hell didnt I take the airtrain, I didnt even check to see if it exists since the per diem pays for the potentialy lethal taxiride, we are there, he screeches to a halt, does he really expect a tip?
as I open the trunk he grabs my suitcase, but instead of putting it to the ground he points to the handle,
mumbles something that I imagine to be "pick up your own stuff".
I do, and continue my sleepy robot schlepp though security control.

Scenes from a Kunsthalle

Somehow this post about the art weekend extravaganza in Athens, when the Art Athina art fair coincided with the opening of the Kunstahalle Athena and the IKT congress, never made to the blog. 

Here are some works and thoughts from everything that happened.

great Anna Boghiguian (Rodeo)

Harris Epaminonda (Rodeo)

a photo and a collage by Shin Takamatsu

"BROKE" Poka Yio (Gazon Rouge)

Miltos Manetas (Vamiali's)

  

great Dimitra Vamiali (Vamiali's)

Ryan McLaughlin (Gazon Rouge)

and Yorgos Stankopoulos at the booth of Kunsthalle Athena, which was a continuation of the piece he made at K.A., at the exhibition titled The Bar, curated by Marina Fokidis

upon arriving

great Yorgos Sapountzis

Alexander Georgiou

fanzines from the archive of Hercules Renieris

Gert and Uwe Tobias

Angelo Plessas' Towers and Powers

Mathieu Laurette Lets Make Lots of Money

Again Dimitra Vamiali, a set of lamps borrowed from collectors' houses (the collectors choose which lamps to bring)

in the courtyard AIDS 3D

and Joulia's bag supervising the corridor activity

The opening was a complete mob scene, with crowds and crowds of hipsters spilling out on the streets.
Kunsthalle Athena will be open every Thursday over the summer.

Boudoir, 1974

Last week I had a sneak preview of the work that The Breeder will present at Art Basel this year.

Its an amazing 1974 work of Vlassis Kaniaris, entitled Boudoir.

A family of beheaded Kaniaris humanoids looks at a room 

where something weird has happeped, 

or is maybe about to happen.

Behind them, the piece of wall has sprung wings,
becoming an impromptu Angel
overlooking this family drama.

June 5th was a very very gay gay day

Yesterday was Pride day in Athens

Angelo + Poulcheria

Poul, George and me                                                              Stathis with perpetual selfportraitists (me and Alex)

Iliana F. and Alex Walex

The crowd was bigger than ever, happily filling the streets.

We were expecting a fascist attack, but they didnt show up 

or maybe they just joined in

later we went to see Rufus Wainright at Lycabettus

He sang sad songs

in front of a great Douglas Gordon video