Fluxus in our time

index.jpg fluxusThere was, and is, a distinction between ego-attached “look-at-me” hijinks and the performance, or placement, or identification of art. Art for no sake other than its own. Ephemeral. Left to experience. Left to memory. Gone.

We remember Fluxus, a precursor to the fountain of conceptual art, and “happenings” to follow. Yoko Ono, Nam June Paik, LaMonte Young, Joseph Beuys, Dick Higgins…musicians, painters, sculptors, writers…following the lead of George Maciunas’ 1963 manifesto. Different from but influenced by Marcel Duchamp & John Cage and elements of Black Mountain College relocating to New York & San Francisco.
Consider Larry Marotta’s contribution- God, Lipgloss and Meat.

So, what, where, and when Fluxus now?

Indeed.

Whatever event inspires, whenever, from the banal to leap through a wall of consciousness and softly whisper…

LOOK!

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About orangeacorn

"...I take delight in the juice of the barley, courtin' pretty women in the morning so early..." - "Whiskey in the Jar" Keats couldn't have penned it more poetically. I'm a Columbus, Ohio husband, father and citizen. I practice string band sounds from the ridges of Pocahontas County, West Virginia, the vortex of the ancient drone. My daily work involves community-building, participatory democracy and ego-dissolving. Join us?
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2 Responses to Fluxus in our time

  1. Vince says:

    I’m trying to locate a Jim Coe that I went to school with and lived in Lexington Ky in the mid 70s.

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