ArtHeat Paintball Extravaganza
Thursday, May 17, 2007
ArtHeat proudly presents a paintball show-down between ARTISTS and THE REST OF THE WORLD (i.e. critics, curators and other stupid people). The venue will be the dark, silvern recesses of Tokai Forest and the date in the second half of June. The scary professional pain(t)ball people who run the paintball deathfields need to have the names and monies of those who plan to take part in advance (in the case of chickening out and / or death) so those who would like to be part of this potentially entertaining and lethal event should let Andrew Lamprecht andrewlamprecht@gmail.com know by 25 May and arrange to give him R100 in some dark alley before 29 May. This covers the costs of hiring a rifle and some basic ammo. You will need to bring around R50 for extra ammo and cooldrinks. Once a booking has been made (we'll aim for the second or third weekened in June or therabouts) he'll let you know and give you further instructions. ArtHeat and its affliates take no responsibility for anything, ever.Labels: paintball
posted by Robert Sloon at 2:14 PM
29 Comments:
sign me up
if this paint doesn't biodegrade really fast, I'm coming up there with a real gun and cleaning out the lot of you
is this "new painting"?
no, it's "presumptious little smartarses trying to be edgy by trashing a perfectly good forest"
paintball is for people who wish they were in the army
if you have a point of view, FIGHT FOR IT, for fucksakes, dont just give in because you have been duly crapped on by some "anonymous" voice who therefore represents "objectivity". They fuckin don't, they are just some tosser you've met a thousand times and who you couldn't give a fuck about so GIVE THEM HELL AND STOP BEING SUCH A BORING BUNCH OF UPTIGHT LITTLE ASS-PROTECTING PARANOID WIMPS
in vino...
We'll see you on the killing fields.
paintball is so fuckibng bourgeois. What, dont you motherfucker fuckers have anything else to do that you have to do and run around with fake guns pretending to kill eachother. It really strikes me that in a world so currently torn by war that you guys have to go and perpetuate its mechanisms by playing paintball.
Its actually unbelievable, dont you have lives? is this the form of entertainment that art wankers such as yourselves need to engage in to complete the cycle of your sapped exisestences.
This exercise just betrays what lies beneath all the posturing which is a slowly crumbling facade of priviledged honky culture that thrives on vicarious violence.
And the picture you use! my god, how fucking trashy are you sloon? you rely on stereotyped images for your marketing stratergy. so arty, real classy. why dont you getinto a g-string and run around a paintball field. whats that suspended disbelief?
fuck you, you fake
oooooo look lamprect is is doing it, i must be cool. sloon you are such a sycophant! whats that i hear you say, find out poes!
i disagree
rather have the posturing dicks run around a forest. Gives the rest of us time out from their drivel.
Dear Paint yourselves and eachother (sic),
Contrary to popular belief, making excessive use of expletives does not make thee a witty and intelligent blog contributor.
In fact, the picture that springs to mind is that of a frustrated, mildly talented artist who dresses badly and prompted by the overrated thrill of anonymous 'living on the edge' irreverence, who get to be bad on a bad blog.
But you are most likely a bloated and hopelessly untalented person, with a tragic sex life, stunted emotionally, whilst harboring a huge crush on Malcolm Payne.
Time to lift your discourse out of the gutter.
i honestly never thought i would say this but, here here niss thandi! and welcome back :)
I'd prefer to drop a puke-ball on certain works of art
whats that got to do with anything, you dont engage at all with the issues brought up?
so, therefor im forced to say...
fuck you.
I don't get this paint ball thing. It lacks grace. The semiotics are obvious: any bearded art theorist holding a machine gun represents Dr Death. Che Guevarra advised against going up against authority UNARMED, but he had real guns in mind. Ghandi had another take, Clint too. Ahab and the whale. Go get 'em boys. Let's make like everything we see is quarry. The Gaze in a haze. No waze...
hooligat, you sound like mona.....
well spotted hooligun, have to agree.
for those of us who are yellow-ass gangsters and don't want to get our brand new clothes dirty, can't we just have a drive-by target? A cut-out of Gianni Versace will have great resonances for the fashionable gangster
why not a bret kebble while you're at it?
... or just character assassinate each other on this blog?
let us rather refuse to buy in to the notion "character" - what is that? An ossified snapshop of person in process? A unit of type? A quantifiable marker of usefullness when observed in the lower orders also known as cannon-fodder, the guys up front, on the edge so to speak, who've been told to wait, wait 'till you see the whites of their eyes... " Whites, sir?" "Blue eyes, brown eyes... aghhhh ". Huh?... " Man down, eastern sector. Sir!" "What a fuck, collateral ..."
Or when applied to one of The Masters, a crusty ole codger, a fuck-wit with bad habits...?
In the face of flying Great Balls of PaintI s there still space for me to assert MY passivism?
Passivist is not same as pacifist.
You can't spell & you're aggresive & a fake ( also, a fake blog-activist...)
paintball is fun, especially when you play with your friends.
i use to play with my friends now i play only with myself
hmm, suicide you talking about, 'on my onanist'?
he sits round the house painting his balls
In a week when the culture virus mutated from the serious, sublime & superb - 20 smells -to the testerone smell of napalm in the morning... that is Cape Town's contemporary art scene, like Lazarus
BEFORE he signed with the J-Man , always just about to get his arse outta bed, " and do something". But, hey, imagine for a moment please, ten years on: a reunion event, the hairy cutting edge now bald, the forest trees (out damn spot) also long gone. You can stumble about, dodge your drool and spittle and hide from each other behind scabs of VynBosch. Lob balloons of paint & howl at the moon - for all I care - and be generally arty. What a fresh old club. Pass me my slippers. I have had enough.
and now you can read something fascinating like, let's see.... the Cape Times. Oh joy. Have a nice life
aaaheem
oh fuck off clement you old wanker, pretending to think about art while sticking your pencil in your secretary's bunghole
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