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The etymology of yellow is to yell or cry out. Thus, yellow is a color crying out for attention. I am understanding yellowism as a critique / crying out for attention to the homogenous mass which the contemporary art world may be considered.
I would like to write and edit my book on Yellowism extremely far from Western civilization. I chose the city of Iquitos, in the heart of the Peruvian Amazon.
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14 Feb 2014 / 1 note
‘All Possible Interpretations’
sold as work of art, but can be transformed into a piece of yellowism
watercolor, gouache, acrylic and pastel on paper
15 x 21 cm 5-7/8 x 8-1/4 in
►►The pleasure of yellowism
text by Marcin Lodyga
You, Ai Waiwei fans, political activists, the #occupy believers, anti-system fighters, post-Marxism highbrows, do you really use Das Kapital as a pillow? Anarchists, people in Guy Fawkes masks, enthusiasts of the love letters from Zizek to Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, and from Nadia to Slavoj, rebels for who art should be a political thing. Your Hamlet question when you look in the mirror every morning is: am I an artist or activist or both? You are able to understand or accept yellowism existence only if it is a good political tool. You know a lot about art, Dadaism, yeah, you read books, you discuss, but your knowledge is sick, infected by political activism therefore you can’t take yellowism as it is. You are so temporary - your views are as eternal as any presidency, government or country.
Here is the example of yellowistic permanent impassivity and ignorance. During the Egyptian Revolution of 2011 in Cairo we were re-painting yellowistic chamber, few months after we created the Manifesto of Yellowism. We sailed blithely from “Flattened to Yellow” to “All and Everything” show. Egyptians fought outside the chamber. I remember the first night of the revolution, Cairo was like a jungle: no rules, no police, barricades (chipped trees) on the street, next to the chamber. Woman were hiding children, slums were attacking “rich”citizens, I heard shooting, young boys and mature man with knives, sticks, machetes, stones, anything you can use to kill. But we didn’t care, we just wanted to see how objects express yellow; we concentrated on our new context in culture when bloody events surrounded the walls of yellowism.
Events. For Marx, social events like revolutions and wars; for Freud, the events of individual lives (like neurotic symptoms and slips of the tongue) as well as texts (like a dream or a work of art) - all are treated as occasions for interpretation. For yellowists, however, all kind of events are occasions for the only possible interpretation – yellow. Imagine a slip of the tongue during the war as a piece of yellowism.
Dadaism, for instance, was a direct reaction to the slaughter, propaganda and insanity of war. Berlin Dada’s extremely political nature was a consequence of the fact that it was the first Dada group to be formed directly at the end of World War I. Yellowism doesn’t react to any war. Yellowists celebrate the fact that Dada or neo-dada revolt or any other, in some specific circumstances, can be just the expression of yellow. The ongoing military conflicts are just potential pieces of yellowism.
There is no (political) mission of yellowism. Yellowism is not a crusade to liberate art or system. Yellowism is not political activism. Yellowism doesn’t want to change or save the world. Yellowism is beyond peace and war. Yellowists are not against any government, bourgeois, art or whatever. Yellowism, essentially, is not anti-institutional. Yellowism is the institution of meaning.
Yellowism just force you to see a chair, an ordinary chair or “Narcisssus” painted by Caravaggio as representations of yellow. A noetic revolution without blood. The only purpose – to see that things are metaphors of yellow. The method is yellowism, the aim is yellowism. Yellowism #occupies yellowism.
Maybe yellowism is just a mirror for itself ? Yellowism - the solipsistic narcissism. The pleasure of yellow. My pleasure.
text by Marcin Lodyga
3 Dec 2013 / 1 note