The New Word For Modern

DER WEG IST DAS ZIEL

2010-02-15T21:46:00.001Z

The Art In Party

2010-02-15T20:50:00.004Z

2010-02-15T18:23:00.000Z

The Pledge of the Copyist:

"And I shall serve as a tool, in the unlocking of the future, by the relentless copying of the past.
The Fossils contained within the past shall only make sense in relation to thinking in the present. I will seek out all form in my thinking and construct from this my own content. The Fossil is the trace of a vanished life and a lost world. I shall, from these Fossils, construct an obelisk and a Totem. The Totem is the image of a vanishing and endangered life, a life gone by that we have not lived. I will protect this Totem, by the creation of the Atlas. The Atlas and Totem will serve as interchangeable props in the mapping of the past. Like the Snake surmounting the Pyramid the process is continual. The living are channeled by the past. It will never be stopped. It is bigger than the Copyist."

Exquisite Corpse

2010-02-08T15:50:00.005Z

Exquisite corpse (also known as "exquisite cadaver" or "rotating corpse") is a method by which a collection of words or images is collectively assembled, the result being known as the exquisite corpse or cadavre exquis in French. Each collaborator adds to a composition in sequence, either by following a rule (e.g. "The adjective noun adverb verb the adjective noun") or by being allowed to see the end of what the previous person contributed.

2010-02-03T09:45:00.001Z

Future vs. Jigsaw
1.We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.

1.Hello, Paul. You are a perfectly healthy, sane and middle-class male yet last month you ran a straight razor across your wrist. Did you cut yourself because you truly wanted to die or did you just want some attention? Tonight, you'll show me. The irony is that if you want to die you just have to stay where you are, but if you want to live, you'll have to cut yourself again. Find the path through the razor-wire to the door but hurry. At 3:00 that door will lock and then, this room becomes your tomb. How much blood will you shed to stay alive?

2. Literature has up to now magnified pensive immobility, ecstasy and slumber. We want to exalt movements of aggression, feverish sleeplessness, the double march, the perilous leap, the slap and the blow with the fist.

2.Dr. Gordon, this is your wake-up call. Everyday of your working life you have given people the news that they're gonna die soon. Now *you* will be the cause of death. Your aim in this game is to kill Adam. You have until six on the clock to do it. There's a man in the room with you. When there's that much poison in your blood, the only thing left to do - is shoot yourself. There are ways to win this, hidden all around you. Just remember, X marks the spot for the treasure. If you do not kill Adam by six, then Alison and Diana will die, Dr. Gordon... and I'll leave you in this room to rot. Let the game begin.

3. We want to sing the man at the wheel, the ideal axis of which crosses the earth, itself hurled along its orbit.

3.Hello Michael, I want to play a game. So far in what could loosely be called your life you've made a living watching others. Society would call you an informant, a rat, a snitch. I call you unworthy of the body you possess, of the life that you've been given. Now we will see if you are willing to look inward rather than outward to give up the one thing you rely on in order to go on living. The device around your neck is a death mask. The mask is on a spring timer. If you do not locate the key in time the mask will close. Think of it like a venus flytrap. What you are looking at right now is your own body not more than two hours ago. Don't worry, you're sound asleep and can't feel a thing. Taking into account that you are at a great disadvantage here I'm going to give you a hint as to where I've hidden the key, so listen carefully. The hint is this... It's right before your eyes. How much blood will you shed to stay alive, Michael? Live or die, make your choice.

4. Beauty exists only in struggle. There is no masterpiece that has not an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault on the forces of the unknown, to force them to bow before man.

4. Greetings... and welcome. I trust that you are all wondering where you are. I can assure you that while your location is not important, what these walls offer for your IS important... salvation, if you earn it. 3 hours from now the door to this house will open. Unfortunately, you only have 2 hours to live. Right now, you are breathing in a deadly nerve agent. You've been breathing it since you've arrived here. Those of you familiar with the Tokyo subway attacks will know its devastating effects on the human body. The only way to overcome it and walk out that door is to find an antidote. Several are hidden around this house. One is inside the safe in front of you. You all possess the combination to the safe. Think hard... the numbers are in the back of your mind. The clue to their order can be found "over the rainbow". Once you realize what you all have in common, you will gain a better understanding of why you're here. X marks the spot for that clue, so look carefully. Let the game begin.

5. We are on the extreme promontory of the centuries! What is the use of looking behind at the moment when we must open the mysterious shutters of the impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We are already living in the absolute, since we have already created eternal, omnipresent speed.

5. Hello, Kerry. I want to play a game. Up until now, you have spent your life among the dead, piecing together their final moments. You're good at this because, you, like them, are also dead. Dead on the inside. You identify more with a cold corpse than you do with a living human. I believe you want to join your true family, indeed your only family... In death. The device you're wearing is hooked into your rib cage. By the time this tape is finished, you will have one minute to find a way out. At the end of that minute... You should know better than anyone, what happens then. There is a single key that will unlock the harness, Kerry. It is right in front of you. All you have to do is reach in and take it. But do it quickly, the acid will dissolve the key in a matter of seconds. Make your choice.

6. We want to glorify war — the only cure for the world — militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of the anarchists, the beautiful ideas which kill, and contempt for woman.

6. Jeff, when the judge presiding over your case sentenced your boy's murderer so lightly, your soul never recovered. Now, you have the power to sentence his soul straight to hell. Or, you could forgive. The key that will free him is hidden inside your son's possessions, possessions you have clung to for far too long. Now if you flip the switch on the incinerator underneath you, a fire will cleanse you of this obsession and destroy them all, leaving only the key remaining. It is also the key that will bring you closer to the man accountable for taking your child. He doesn't have much time, Jeff. Let the game begin.

7.We want to demolish museums and libraries, fight morality, feminism and all opportunist and utilitarian cowardice.

7. Amanda... It's okay. This was your test. Your game. I was testing you. I took you in. I selected you for the honor of carrying on my life's work. But you didn't. You didn't test anyone's will to live. Instead you took away their only chance. Your games were unwinnable, your subjects merely victims. In my desperation I decided to give you one last chance. So I put everything in place. You didn't know that Lynn and Jeff were husband and wife. I had to keep that from you for the purposes of my game. I had to leave out the ruined marriage, the cheating wife, the vengeful husband, the neglected daughter and I let you make your own choices. I wanted you to succeed... You couldn't. God... Game over.

8. We will sing of the great crowds agitated by work, pleasure and revolt; the multi-colored and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capitals: the nocturnal vibration of the arsenals and the workshops beneath their violent electric moons: the gluttonous railway stations devouring smoking serpents; factories suspended from the clouds by the thread of their smoke; bridges with the leap of gymnasts flung across the diabolic cutlery of sunny rivers: adventurous steamers sniffing the horizon; great-breasted locomotives, puffing on the rails like enormous steel horses with long tubes for bridle, and the gliding flight of aeroplanes whose propeller sounds like the flapping of a flag and the applause of enthusiastic crowds.

8. no 8

2010-01-28T12:22:00.001Z

Cat says 'no manifesto'.

manifesto (by kyle zeto)

2010-01-10T13:36:00.002Z

manifesto

2010-01-09T18:41:00.002Z

1. We are a non group from nowhere who wont collaborate to make our group show.

2. We are raising an eyebrow to old fashioned Modern Art.

3. No white cube. No black box. We aim to remove the illogical distance between art and viewer.

4. How to make a tactile experience an artifact. Art that will be kinetic in the present tense and static when it is in the past tense.

5. The final outcome will be proof of the ghost of the show.

2010-01-09T18:38:00.000Z

THE NEW WORD FOR MODERN 0.02

NEW UNIT

Lets Party Like It's 1909

2009-11-23T19:50:00.003Z

Yes hello again,

We have had a little rest and now we are back to work on our second show (in a different city with different intentions.) This time we are aiming to create an event for one night only, in London. A party of choreographed cacophony of performance, instillation, a night of art without the illogical distance between art and audience.

This year it is 100 years since the birth of Futurism and 90 years since the Bauhaus school was established. We are interested in the old fashioned-ly Modern ideas of Filippo Marinetti and Oskar Sclemmer, education through participation and an enthusiasm for simultaneous experience and kinesis. From our vantage point of way past the end of the twentieth century we want to create a night of tactile art that winks at the past.

We are still amassing individuals and ideas. Watch this space...
Alternatively email us with your thoughts and opinions.

thenewwordformodern@googlemail.com

So nice to see you again, keep in touch.

cheers jammie nicholas

2009-08-21T12:31:00.005+01:00

opening night/ the new word for modern 0.01

2009-08-21T12:18:00.005+01:00

1. Jammie Nicholas.
2. Guest book.
3. Millie Findlay.
4. Winnie Herbstein
5. Downstairs space.

Photos by Blaine O'Neill http://www.flickr.com/photos/blaineo/

ruth daniels (artist m)

2009-08-20T11:30:00.008+01:00

Concerned with crossing boundaries between different forms of communication and act. A humorous slant on how things should be.Two-way projection.

ford spencer (artist l)

2009-08-17T08:10:00.001+01:00

ute schleicher (artist k)

2009-08-15T11:42:00.005+01:00

the machine-my friend-everyday-ten days-emotions-goodbyes-something human-the machine

winnie herbstein (artist j)

2009-08-15T07:55:00.004+01:00

Things that I haven't done.

On wednesday morning at 06:05 I'm leaving Berlin.

I'm going back to London to begin something. Although I came to Berlin to begin something. Maybe start something again and not finish it again.

I began a project about a horse and a dog. With a dog that looked like a horse.
If i did it, i told myself, then my year here would have been productive. A final piece about nothing, that would represent my one year in Berlin.

And now a piece about nothing, that I haven't completed.

lizzy rose (artist i)

2009-08-14T01:10:00.001+01:00

felix melia (artist h)

2009-08-14T01:07:00.002+01:00

In the first place, a free man is superior to the bondsman. Now the man from the country is really free, he can go where he likes, it is only entry into the law which is denied him, and this only by one individual, the door keeper. When he sits down on the stool to one side of the door and remains there his whole life long, this happens voluntarily, the narrative tells of no compulsion. The door keeper on the other hand is tied to his post by his office, he may not go elsewhere and, to judge by appearances, neither may he go into the interior, even if he wanted to. Also, it is true he is in the service of the law, but he serves only for this entrance, so only for the man for whom alone this entrance is destined.

katie hare (artist g)

2009-08-12T14:00:00.002+01:00

I like recorders, jumping off cupboards, being tarred and feathered, painting hardworking nurses, fighting, sweet valley high and destroying desserts.

sophie coombs (artist f)

2009-08-12T08:08:00.002+01:00

An honest, aesthetic based look at nature. Removing function and purpose. Interested in social respose to surrounding. Working with sight specific installations and low fi sculpture.

serena vestrucci (artist e)

2009-08-11T12:14:00.003+01:00

http://rosevestrucci.blogspot.com/

jim oraw (artist d)

2009-08-11T12:07:00.001+01:00

www.jimoraw.com

alice morey (artist c)

2009-08-11T12:05:00.002+01:00

http://www.alicemorey-alicemorey.blogspo...

kirsty robson (artist b)

2009-08-11T11:41:00.001+01:00

millie findlay (artist a)

2009-08-11T11:38:00.001+01:00

flyer

2009-08-09T23:38:00.005+01:00

monster commerce

2009-08-08T18:06:00.008+01:00

Here are some examples of the stock we'll be selling on the 15th.

0.1 (first show)

2009-08-08T17:25:00.004+01:00

PING PONG BAR, 8pm.
15th August/ Glogauerstraße (21) 10999 Berlin.

Pop up shop & opening party, on Saturday 15th August.
Commerce from 3pm, arty party from eight till Sunday.

WITH WORK FROM: Ruth Daniels, Millie Findlay, Katie Hare, Winnie Herbstein, Felix Melia, Kirsty Robson, Lizzie Rose, Jammie Nicholas, Una Savic, Ford Spencer.

0.01 (introduction)

2009-08-08T15:55:00.004+01:00

gūðcræft
(art made from the heart should be promoted from the gut)

The New Word For Modern is a small collective who aim to promote art generously without any intellectual or financial profiteering. To show and develop work through a collaborative and organic process, to exhibit in an unusual situations/ locations. But also to create art and cement ideas as a group.

Communication not just contribution.