Although Michael and Andrea deMeng started the Art Abandonment movement in June of 2012, publicly leaving art for others is not a new concept. Several decades ago there was a movement called “Guerilla Art, ” which inspired the deMengs’ art abandonment movement.
History of “Guerrilla” Art
Guerrilla art–or street art–originated in the 1980s.
It consisted of graffiti, street sculpture, murals, wall mosaics, and various other forms of artistic expression. Artists would create the art pieces and leave them in public spaces for others to enjoy.
The reasons for street art varied. Often the artists wanted to make a political statement. Sometimes they wanted to get their work out into the world, and bypass the constraints subjected to them by the rules of the formal art world. At other times, they wanted “ordinary” people to have access to art that they normally would never have the chance to encounter. Finally, sometimes they did it just for the fun of it!
Want to Participate in the Art Abandonment Movement?
If you are interested in becoming part of this movement, you will find that there are just a few rules to follow. To join in, Michael deMeng makes these simple suggestions. All you have to do is the following:
- Make a small piece of art.
- Put a tag on it stating that you are leaving the art as a free gift to whoever finds it. Make sure to include your desired contact information.
- Discreetly leave the art in a public space.
- Take a picture of the space you are leaving it in.
- Hope that the person who finds the gift responds either by email or replies on the Art Abandonment Facebook page.
Grade I listed Hadlow Tower near Tonbridge, Kent, was commissioned by wealthy businessman Walter May in 1838 because he suspected his wife was sleeping with a local farmer.
The tower and the story were interesting to read about. But, it was this space – the kitchen furniture and set up which I especially like.
The short story only adds to the image. I just want to know more. It seems to be post apocalypse, but it could be something else.
“The days are regimented here and though you should expect him to leave me in the tundra if I were to fall behind, you could say I am well fed and energized, so do not worry. All that he provides in the way of foodstuffs is deer meat. I’ve relied on my rations of tin vegetables and and have taken up the hobby of fishing to satisfy a varied diet.
We hunt most hours of the day, he kills the animals leaving me to fix them to sleds and drag the carcasses, sometimes miles at a time back to the cave where he does not permit me to enter. I’ve been used as little more than a pack mule in these trips but from what I understand he brings me along to observe. It is difficult discerning him as he does not speak, or chooses not to, and he refrains from physical conversation beyond simple gestures when it pleases him. He engages in other activities on a mysterious schedule and he seems to make good use of any time I am away or the rare chance I may be caught sleeping. I’ve stepped outside for only minutes and returned to find a fully skinned and gutted carcass splayed upon the table with its spine removed and ground into sludge. He was sitting in his chair.
He acts like a shadow, constantly moving about the walls rather than cross the floor. If I don’t watch him closely it is easy to lose track of him, even in this confined cabin space. During the nights (if one can call them as such, they are little more than dim evenings here) he sits across from the bed, facing the snuffed out fireplace, barely visible in his dark and oiled wraps. Comfortable sleep has become a luxury, on more than one occasion I have awoke to find he had rotated to face me, his gaunt statuesque form with long fingers clutching the ends of the arm rests. I suppose it goes without saying that he does not make for good company.
I have yet to fully understand what we are doing here, I do hope it is revealed soon. As things are though, I may be here for some time.
I’d prefer this method if I had to be cremated. But, at this point in my life I’d actually like to have a living wake (a funeral type of get together while I’m still alive) and have my body tossed into a hole in the ground, as is. Or just throw it into the deep ocean. Having a gravestone is a huge expense and not usually welcome in cemeteries these days. So, I’d rather have no stone at all if I can’t have some grandly romantic and mysterious sculptured gravemarker.
Likely, bio-cremation is the closest I will get to what I’d plan for myself. But, once I’m dead it really is up to whoever has to dispose of my body at that time. We (or I at least) don’t know how or where we are going to end up (literally end).
Bio-cremation is the funeral industry–approved term for alkaline hydrolysis, a method of corpse disposal in which lye and water are heated under pressure, dissolving flesh and leaving only bone fragments and whatever surgical oddments the body contained. The process is often faster than traditional cremation and costs about the same, and the end product takes up less space than a standard burial. Bio-cremation’s unique selling point, however, is its environmental friendliness. It consumes one-eighth the energy of cremation, requires no casket, and leaches no toxic embalming fluids into the earth. Yet it is still a niche practice, even in a country as green-savvy as ours: Hilton’s facility is one of just three in Canada.
The Vortex bladeless turbine uses the wind to vibrate instead of spin. That makes it cheaper, quieter, and more reliable than a bladed turbine.
My first question… Does it still create as much energy as the turbines with blades? (It doesn’t).
My next question… What about the birds? I can understand how birds and bats fly into them. The colour is meant to blend into the sky (for human sensibilities, not birds).
As far as noise, we parked right next to one here in Ontario. Turned off the car (the car made more sound than the turbine) and just listened for half an hour. It was very quiet. Out on a backroad, in the middle of nowhere, for awhile we felt apart from all civilization. That feeling of being still after the world has ended.
Without blades the new wind power could be very low maintenance and have far less parts to replace. That’s a good thing.
But, they do produce less energy. The solution offered in the article is to have more of them. Is this practical?
How many can be grouped together before they lose efficiency due to blocking the very wind they rely on? How many land owners are going to want a forest of these on their land? How long will it be before the same people who protested the noise of wind turbines find these have a persistent hum or vibration or some other problem which gives them headaches?
I’m not sure a lot of the complaining about wind turbines is really justified. At least the human complaining.
Bladeless turbines may be less deadly to birds and bats, but we can’t be sure of that.
What will happen with more turbines in the same area of land?
There are no perches for birds. We don’t want to encourage the birds to use them, yet a forest of wind turbines take up space without giving the birds a place to rest.
Of course, the bladeless turbines will also be a colour intended to blend in and not obstruct too much of the view, for humans. Birds may fly into these man made forests and not see what they flew smack into. To a bird a forest of nearly invisible tree stalks without perches or branches waving in the wind to show their location may not work out so well.
Could these ivory towers be made nature friendly at the risk of becoming less tolerated by humans who enjoy the energy produced by them? Could bird houses, bee hives and bat boxes be included? Could they be made mandatory? Would that be unsightly or just unnatural?
“This photo was taken in Australia, get it out there as Facebook are trying to remove it.”
Logically, why would Facebook being trying to remove this photo? It looks like a fake. But claiming Facebook is trying to take the photo away makes it seem legitimate as something others are trying to hide. People will flock to see something secret, or scandalous. So the fake photo gets passed around and around.
But, what if it were real…?
What if aliens were secretly running the planet? I don’t mean the governments (those are human-made). What if aliens with spaceships and more were actually controlling the planet we live on, aliens as caretakers. An evolved human-like (I guess) culture which keeps the Earth on track.
What if the thing we have been mysteriously calling god is actually a space alien taking care of our planet, quietly, in the background?
Starlight Books in Newmarket, Ontario, has closed. Not big news to a lot of people. I was sad to see it gone this week when I drove by on my way to visit my sister in Newmarket. I used to live in the area. Starlight books was one of my favourite places for about 20 years. Now its gone. The Facebook page is missing, not even a note to say good bye. The website is just a dead link.
Technology killed the little community book store.
Where will all the secondhand books go when there are few (or none left at all) places to trade books? The best thing about Starlight and the other secondhand bookstores is being able to bring in books I’ve read and find more from the same author, or take the risk of a new author.
Used book stores are opportunities for readers. Not just finding old books no longer in the big retail stores, but books in stock catered to the reader rather than the shopper. Also, when I exchange books I can select a few for free then. This was the best time to try someone new, a book I would have passed up as too expensive to take a chance on otherwise.
How much is the literary world losing as the used bookstores fade away? Likely more than many people realize.
It’s not a co-incidence that Starlight thrived and grew for at least 20 years (that much time since I’ve been shopping there) and all at once has now closed. I’ve talked to the local used bookstore here too. She says there is more stock coming in and less being bought (or traded out again). The paranormal genre which was selling so quickly is now slumbering too. That doesn’t help as they come in and stay, taking up space now.
Less space consuming are the ebooks, of course. The approaching paperless swarm of electronic books many people buy but only a few actually seem to read. It’s the buying that counts though, not the reading.
I do feel sad for the future of the paperback especially. Will all those printed words end up in landfills? No longer able to find new readers at the community book shops.
What will happen to writers too? There may be book buyers but are there still book readers?
I don’t think wild animals should be kept as exotic pets. If we can’t find the space to let them be then we can at least give them a suitable man-mad space where they can live on their own terms (more or less). Caging them and treating them like a pet is disrespectful. Let them live and die as part of some kind of natural world rather than trying to fit them into a cosmetic version of it.
Lions and tigers don’t belong in North America. Save a stray cat instead, get it spayed or neutered and let it live like an exotic pet instead. Or, save one of the North American wild cats: cougars, lynx, etc. Use your resources to benefit the animals still out there competing for habitat (and losing). Prevent the wild animals from ending up in zoos, nature reserves or… exotic pets.
The American Bar Association is urging the federal, local, and state governments to enact laws banning the possession of exotic animals.
But there’s an important caveat: it takes a lot of land to support all those people. As Per Square Mile goes on to note, if everyone in the world required as much land to support them as Americans do, we would need four earths.
The point about supporting the population is the reality people don’t seem to consider. Being able to live on the land isn’t about the space your physical body needs to just stand in place.
Being a perfectionist is a vicious circle of events. Nothing is ever good enough. So we (or I) end up keeping endless stuff because I feel I have to finish it, get it right before I can let it go. I feel obligated to the stuff and myself. I’m letting myself down if I don’t do everything and do it right. I can’t just let things go so they pile up.
Ironically, the piles of actual stuff make me feel pressured and I can’t deal with all of it.
On top of that, no woman is an island. I get request from others who want me to do things for them. They even have deadlines and complain when stuff isn’t done, for them. Then I get annoyed because they expect me to just drop everything and put them first.
The joke is on me. I’m getting so little actually done that things are piling up (of course). In the end – I am the one on the bottom of the pile under all this stuff.
So, the plan is to wait until sometime in November when I will have the house (most of it) to myself and I can move things out of my work room and into other rooms. This will give me some space and maybe clear my mind a bit. If I feel I have some space to work in maybe I can actually get to work and get some of this stuff done.
Of course, we come back to the perfectionism issue. Is making the space enough? Can I let things be imperfect? Can I decide to just get rid of some things, undone, not completed? Can I give up on some of the things which I thought mattered so much? That will be the hard part. It isn’t the stuff or the lack of space so much as feeling I am losing parts of myself and who I think I am and should be.
If I get rid of everything which makes me feel like I’m someone, what will be left of me? Once I am clutter free how will I know what to do with myself?