Umělec 1997/2 >> Charlie Citron Meets Arthur Rubinstein Просмотр всех номеров
Charlie Citron Meets Arthur Rubinstein
Журнал Umělec
Год 1997, 2
2,50 EUR
3 USD
Послать печатную версию номера:
Получить подписку

Charlie Citron Meets Arthur Rubinstein

Umělec 1997/2

01.02.1997

Miloš Vojtěchovský | project | en cs

In 1994, over 10,000 people gathered in New York to celebrate GI Joe, the toy cowboy. His unofficial web pages amount to hundreds, according to the Village Voice, and new remake of the original Joe was just recently launched. Charlie Citron, one of the boys who used to play with the toy soldier back in the sixties, came across his old buddy when going through his closet. He took the toy along with him to Europe, and started to show him what the world was like. The cowboy in hand-made clothes travels to the South of United States, Israel, Scandinavia, the Baltics, Poland, Amsterdam, Morocco and is ready to discover other new territories with Charlie. He finds himself in various situations, attracting attention of passers-by. He stands still, sits on a horse, or is just leaning against a wall. Charlie makes a record of these situations on his camera using focus zoomed to human proportions. Joe is Charlie´s alter ego who likes traveling very far if possible, intervenes with the environment. His still smile is covering up his sense for absurdity. Joe is half voodoo, half zombie, a bit of Lemonade Joe, Old Shatterhand, Michael Jackson and Charlie Bronson. In any case, he is an object which always attracts attention and provides topic for a chat. This is probably the essence which stays out of the frame of the photographs and which matters to Citron the most - to strike up a conversation, to listen, to tell a story, to laugh and threaten at the same time. Kids get it first. Joe sits next to Charlie making expressionless faces.
(pages 14 through 15)




Комментарии

Статья не была прокомментирована

Добавить новый комментарий

Рекомендуемые статьи

Le Dernier Cri and the black penis of Marseille Le Dernier Cri and the black penis of Marseille
We’re constantly hearing that someone would like to do some joint project, organize something together, some event, but… damn, how to put it... we really like what you’re doing but it might piss someone off back home. Sure, it’s true that every now and then someone gets kicked out of this institution or that institute for organizing something with Divus, but weren’t they actually terribly self…
Acts, Misdemeanors and the Thoughts of the Persian King Medimon Acts, Misdemeanors and the Thoughts of the Persian King Medimon
There is nothing that has not already been done in culture, squeezed or pulled inside out, blown to dust. Classical culture today is made by scum. Those working in the fine arts who make paintings are called artists. Otherwise in the backwaters and marshlands the rest of the artists are lost in search of new and ever surprising methods. They must be earthbound, casual, political, managerial,…
African Vampires in the Age of Globalisation African Vampires in the Age of Globalisation
"In Cameroon, rumours abound of zombie-labourers toiling on invisible plantations in an obscure night-time economy."
MIKROB MIKROB
There’s 130 kilos of fat, muscles, brain & raw power on the Serbian contemporary art scene, all molded together into a 175-cm tall, 44-year-old body. It’s owner is known by a countless number of different names, including Bamboo, Mexican, Groom, Big Pain in the Ass, but most of all he’s known as MICROBE!… Hero of the losers, fighter for the rights of the dispossessed, folk artist, entertainer…