"[Gaga Stigmata has] very modern, edgy photography to free flowing, urban narratives without censure to analytical essays, et cetera—like Gaga, imagination without ... limits. And the beauty is that anyone can submit work to the site, so artists and writers from all over the [world] have joined this experiment." -The Declaration.org

"Since March 2010, [Gaga Stigmata] has churned out the most intense ongoing critical conversation on [Lady Gaga]."
-Yale's The American Scholar

Showing posts with label Video Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Video Art. Show all posts

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Just Dance






Artist Statement: Just Dance is a call and response reaction to Lady Gaga's song "Just Dance."  First an abstract object was made to "dance" and then the artist mimicked the object’s movements. The whole act seems part puppeteer, part Jazzercise, part youtube spectacle. Gaga's original command to "Just Dance" becomes more abstracted as the video progresses calling into question other ambiguities in the video such as the gender and intention of the artist. The lines between joke and a sincere commitment to the call are continually coming in and out of focus as the artists body cycles through an awkward and tender negotiation with fatigue, boredom, and authenticity. 


Artist Bio: J.R. Uretsky has exhibited her work throughout California including venues such as The Grand Central Art Center, The National Steinbeck Center and Azusa Pacific University. Uretsky received her BFA at BIOLA University in Los Angeles and is currently working on her Master's of Fine Arts at the University of Connecticut.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Take a Bow

by Burnt Filament

"It is in the theory of perception that we have established our bond. Or, the lie, I should say, for which we kill."

—Lady Gaga, The Manifesto of Little Monsters


In browser windows,
you hoof past airport
security :
               In our minds,
gloved hands
probe your ass

as you don shades
& blooded lips :

princess who picks
scabs like sequins

from our eyes glazed
like hams, we marinate

in your whiskey
breath that pervades

FM waves,
MP3 compress
-ion, smoke-ring
-éd vinyl rotation :

You, Y-Generation-
distraction, glitterati-
Xeroxed-erection
reflection :
                 eyelashéd, gauze-
wiggéd, impressionistic-pop-
pianist with Dada gravitas—

You, Gaga, are the hologram
as much as the shadow.

Because your tits
are as sweet as rock
candy, as loaded as guns,
we hold our tongues
to the barrel.

No matter what you feed us,
we will pray for a cock

duct-taped back
behind latex

as we bend
over united.


Author Bio:

Burnt Filament blogs at burntfilament.tumblr.com.