Andrew Berardini: The Brightest Stars for the Construction of Mechanical Clocks (for Christian Marclay)

Posted on: September 19th, 2012

ForYourArt commissioned essays about The Clock from art critics Andrew Berardini and Ed Schad on the occasion of its 24-hour screening at LACMA.

Join ForYourArt as Berardini and Schad discuss the film on Saturday, September 22 at 5pm during Around the Clock: 24 Hour Donut City II, LACMA’s Choice.


The Brightest Stars for the Construction of Mechanical Clocks
(for Christian Marclay)

by Andrew Berardini

All these are just memories, somebody’s. Scarred by ticks and marred by tocks, stained by the measured flow of passing moments, a clock can have any number of singular purposes: to measure the movement of celestial spheres or the breakdown of molecules; the frenetic, motionless lull of an oncologist’s waiting room; or the pure unit of the timeless (a swimming hole, afternoon, spring) that is marked not by its length but by its beginning and end. It does not have to be regular. It only has to happen, one after the other, until it stops—if it stops. The first clocks were for communicating with gods. The last syllable of recorded time has yet to be uttered. Almost all of it is, more or less, arbitrary.

✳         ✳         ✳

This clock measures the exact unit of time from the moment you step into a movie theater while it’s still daylight outside to the moment you leave the cool darkness into a shadowy evening.

This clock is the weight of water which flows through it.

This clock is the sun passing through the curtain patterned with pinks and greens, smiling lions and guffawing hippos, crisscrossed by leafy forests, and further cut by the bars onto a crib where sadness rages and weeps, getting lost in the fold of blankets and the sweat of midday struggles. The sweat cools, the sadness settles and notices the gaps. It lifts and blinks, stumbling awake to peer through and beyond.

This clock is the amount of kissing one can do before one’s lips are thoroughly chapped.

This clock is the duration of John Keats’ last cough.

This clock refuses to show its face out of shyness.

This is the clock of imagined dragons in sweetlands ruled by children with dirty faces; of low-hanging jerks and funereal theaters hovered over so that all those who did wrong can be witnessed in their woe with glee; of mothers and fathers coming home from long trips, and all the gear for all the dolls, and the disastrous day when all the kickball games have been won, for ends of books and the worries of the day, turning away from the drum and batter of the quotidian and becoming a tossled head sneaking deeper into feathers.

This is one of Dali’s clocks, flaccid and droopy, deciding it has served its time being splashed with domestic lager on frat house walls and printed poorly upon umbrellas and journal covers, and is going off-scene for a ten-dollar Double Corona and some time alone to read a George Simenon paperback.

This clock measures whimpers and orgasms.

This clock measures the recurrent rhythm of everything. It has wheels for seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years; but also nanoseconds and millennia, and for units of millions and billions of years. It has wheels for the movements of moons and planets, stars and star systems, for the drift of nebulae and the spiraling of galactic arms. It has wheels for the half-lives of radioactive stones and for the spin of electrons; for rhythms of tides and the seasonal migrations of birds; for the sporing of mushrooms and the gestation cycles of elephants. It has wheels that measure the first laughs of infants and the rise-and-fall of civilizations. There’s not a breath of wind or a solar flare it has not timed. Made with incredible love, it is filigreed and jeweled, gilded with platinum and titanium, microchips and plasma, the organic and inorganic in perfect harmony. The clock contains all the dreams of the multitude who constructed it, lives upon lives of the most brilliant technicians and horologists, artists and artisans, scientists of all kinds and shamans of the first rank. A cog is added for every life and cogs on that to measure all the breaks and snags, beats and tempos, however irregular, each measurable moment within it. Some wheels arc thousands of miles, others can only be seen with molecular microscopes. Daily, poets work out new durations, new rhythms to be measured, new moments in time. Each generation replaces the next and the clock grows. All of them long to destroy it, this timely prison, this trap.

This clock is the rumble of two highways, the clunk and churn of factories, the whistle of the wind as it dances along the river under two adulterous lovers hunched together in the cold along a thin strip of steel stretched over a clutch of pipes. Headlights flicker along the highways, mingling with the unfriendly orange of streetlamps and the burn of signs offering burgers and cars, liquor and women; the dancing reflection of all these lights churned in the vast river below. The silence and darkness of its size wages a quiet war against all the drones and coughs of the city, its flow a tidy antidote to the concrete that contains it, its lapping sound without beginning, without end, flowing and sounding ever onward. Desire folds into desire, solid flesh melts and resolves itself into a dew.

This clock measures the time between summer and Christmas Break, Christmas Break and Spring Break, Spring Break and summer.

This clock is a forest of flowers that peel their petals and gently fold closed at exactly the right moment. “What time is it?” you ask. And I reply “The Hawkweed just closed” or “The Proliferous Pink just parted her petals.”

This clock is the Tower of the Winds, an octagonal Pentelic marble monument that punctures the agora. Sundry sundials, flowing waterand a windvane all attempt to capture time, but time captured it first. Buried for centuries, only now do scholars with bushy eyebrows and after-shaved politicians poke at its powers to try and free it from decay.

This clock is , where

- is the proper time between events A and B for a slow-ticking observer within the gravitational field,
- is the coordinate time between events A and B for a fast-ticking observer at an arbitrarily large distance from the massive object (this assumes the fast-ticking observer is using Schwarzschild coordinates, a coordinate system where a clock at infinite distance from the massive sphere would tick at one second per second of coordinate time, while closer clocks would tick at less than that rate),
- is the gravitational constant,
- is the mass of the object creating the gravitational field,
- is the radial coordinate of the observer (which is analogous to the classical distance from the center of the object, but is actually a Schwarzschild coordinate),
- is the speed of light, and
 is the Schwarzschild radius of M.

This clock is a game of peekaboo: it tumbles, it chortles, it jumps, it peeks, and closes.  Hiding behind a battered futon, the scabby arm of a greenish loveseat, behind the softest plush of Chickie and the supine gray velvet of Momo, behind a potted fern and a leafy rhododendron, behind most normally two twitchy hands. Every time it is found with a giggle, and every giggle spooks another hiding, and every hiding another giggle, and on.

This clock is the Official Timepiece of the Gravity Falls with Grunkle Stan strapped to a beam of pure light in a vacuum moving at roughly 299,792,458 miles-per-second, both hands perpetually stuck at the missing “S” of The Mystery Shack.

This clock is the aroma of creek mud smelled on an autumn evening. The clock ticks every time the scent carries to the person who first breathed it in after school one day when the street lights blinked on and the buzz of insects signaled twilight.

This clock is a member in good standing of the Antiquarian Horological Society.

This clock is a stomach. This clock is a cock. This clock is a pussy. Each knows exactly what time it is when it’s time.

This clock is the exact time it takes to read the wrong letter.

This clock is

O snail

Climb Mount Fuji,

But slowly, slowly!

the mountain.

This clock is the susurrus of all the heartbeats slowing down to sleep as darkness creeps to darkness and dream flows to dream, each a door to the other, a mansion with endless rooms.

This is the first clock built by the first boss for the first slave.

This clock is a long day of summer sex. Sleeping and waking flow together almost without seam, excepting the precise mechanisms that link the sheet pulled over the window, lightly flapping in a light breeze to the creep of muffled sunlight drawing long shadows across a floor crowded with crumpled clothes to the careful, quiet punctuation of each sigh.

This clock is the first gunshot in the morning and the last at dusk.

This clock is a moment of time in every movie collected by a small coterie of watchers that is diligently stitched together by a single man. He does not care particularly about film, or time. He only loves the sounds of stitching.

Read Ed Schad’s essay on the clock here.

Christian Marclay, Detail of The Clock, 2010, Single-channel video with sound, 24 hours, © Christian Marclay. Courtesy Paula Cooper Gallery, New York

LEARN: Artists’ Books & Cookies Talk Recordings

Posted on: October 31st, 2012

Listen to Artists’ Books & Cookies

On October 27, ForYourArt and Mexico City-based Biblioteca Alumnos47 hosted a one-day event
devoted to artists’ books at ForYourArt’s 6020 Wilshire Blvd. activity space. Artists’ Books &
Cookies featured presentations by contemporary artists, historians, curators, and critics that relate to the production of artists’ books, their history, and their future. These talks are a great introduction to the world of artists’ books.

Keynote presentation by Johanna Drucker (UCLA)
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Dagny Corcoran (Art Catalogues at LACMA), & Bettina Hubby (artist)
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Aram Moshayedi (REDCAT; P & Co.), Carter Mull (artist), & Jesse Willenbring (artist)
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Ed Schad (I call it ORANGES) & Christopher Russell (artist)
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Mark Allen (Machine Project) & Lisa Anne Auerbach (artist)
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Brian Roettinger (graphic designer)
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Brian Kennon (2nd Cannons)
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Rita Gonzalez (LACMA) & William E. Jones (artist)
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Cesar Garcia (independent curator) & Morgan Fisher (artist)
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Chris Lipomi (artist) & Natilee Harren (curator)
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Laura Owens (artist) & Mary Weatherford (artist)
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Emi Fontana (West of Rome Public Art) presenting Vaginal Davis
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Akina Cox (artist) with Andrew Berardini & Sarah Williams (The Art Book Review)
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LEARN: About Barbara Kruger School Bus and Billboards for the LA Fund

Posted on: November 15th, 2012

Here’s What People are Saying About Barbara Kruger’s Public Art Exhibition for the LA Fund

“The importance of teaching as a profession has been tragically undervalued and the result will be a diminished American culture, And the place of the arts in the classroom is essential in encouraging invention, ambition, and an understanding of the importance and pleasures of living an examined life.”
-Barbara Kruger in GalleristNY

“…the Los Angeles Fund for Public Education (LA Fund) and the Los Angeles Unified School District (LAUSD) launched a huge public art project called “Arts Matter” using the work of Barbara Kruger to address the importance of arts education in Los Angeles public schools.”
-The Wall Street Journal

the artist is none other than the legendary Barbara Kruger, whose signature black, white and red graphics — like a public service announcement meets reassuring Mad Men-era advertising — reads spectacularly well in L.A.’s urban environment.”
-LA Weekly

“Kruger, who called herself a product of public education, said she aimed to include thoughts that tied the ‘lack of education’ to ‘catastrophe’ in a humorous and critical way.”

What I hope for is that a better education encourages people to try and examine life.”
-Barbara Kruger in ARTINFO

“Product advertising banished from some Los Angeles buses and billboards in favor of a thoughtful campaign supporting the arts?! What’s our consumer society coming to?”

“a bus covered with the edgy, whimsical, boldly lettered work of Barbara Kruger.”
-L.A. Times

This campaign… has quickly become both the best-looking and most ubiquitous advertising on L.A.’s streets”
-LA Weekly

“Kruger’s eye-catching bus wrap, ‘School Bus,’ is partly inspired by a project she did for New York’s Public Art Fund in 1997, simply titled ‘Bus,’ which ran for a month. The new buses include many education-themed slogans and quotations”

“even people who have no idea what the bus or billboards are supporting are posting photos on Instagram or Twitter because they’re drawn in by the message and execution.”
-LA Weekly

You can listen to an interview with Barbara Kruger about her artistic practice from The Modern Art Notes Podcast here.

Bus: Barbara Kruger, School Bus, 2012. © Barbara Kruger; Billboard: Barbara Kruger, Untitled, (Human History), 2012. © Barbara Kruger; Photo by Joshua White.

Barbara Kruger, School Bus, 2012. © Barbara Kruger. Photo by Joshua White.

Bus: Barbara Kruger, School Bus, 2012. © Barbara Kruger; Billboard: Barbara Kruger, Untitled, (Art Is), 2012. © Barbara Kruger; Photo by Joshua White.



Posted on: September 19th, 2011

LEARN: Learning about art encompasses a lot. We know. But we’ve amassed a variety of resources to demystify it as much as possible. We talk to artists and curators, keep you up-to-date with Twitter sources and send along interesting articles, books, and thoughtful pieces of advice.


Read More

“How to Survive the Contemporary Art World” by A. Moret is just one example of the many articles and books that we highlight on ForYourArt. Be on the lookout for our Resource tag, which enables you to search the site for other useful material.


Update Your Twitter Feed

We all know Follow Friday (#ff) on Twitter. It’s an amazing way to find out about great Twitter handles. FYA has taken this as inspiration for our continuing feature that points you toward the best of the Twitosphere from great art news sources to the most engaging museums. FYA has also created lists on Twitter for easy navigation of museums, galleries, and worthwhile sources.


Scope Out Our Directory

We’re culling all the must-know, must-go venues, galleries and artist-filled bars and restaurantsaround town. It’s the perfect way to help plan an art-focused outing from seeing an exhibition tograbbing nearby dinner and drinks afterward. The Directory FYA is launching in January 2012.

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LEARN: Assemblage in L.A.

Posted on: December 7th, 2011

As Part of the Citywide Pacific Standard Time: Art in L.A. 1945-1980 Collaboration, the Getty Center has Recently Launched an Interactive Web Archive. ForYourArt Asked Claire de Dobay Rifelj to Help Navigate the Archive.

This dynamic site offers a digital snapshot of the art scene in Los Angeles from 1945–1980 via artworks, documentary images, video interviews with artists and a historical map related to its four exhibitions.