The strangest video you will ever see.

i 'm going to have to agree with the title of the thread. it is by far the strangest video i have ever seen.
 
damnit. i wish i had seen this for the first time high. i'll still favorite it and watch it for later. awesome find.
 
Artist's Statement:

For 12 good years that I've lived in this room, and I have been asked by the better part of my conscious and a nagging mother to wrestle against entropy by meticulously cleaning, maintaining, and organizing fruitless material objects in a habitual manner. In many ways, the 'stuff' we own defines us, and sometimes, the more things we own, the less freedom we have.

On June 3rd, 2008, I decided to put an end to the limitations set upon by my personal consumerism with a quest to blow up my room. I expressed my nuisance through a physical, yet flamboyant mayhem, hoping the result would be a life lesson about freedom through disentanglement with the material world, and empowerment through the engagement of the physical self.

This mission was also a mean to rediscover, and at the same time, letting go of a past that I try a little too hard to control. The room itself and the objects it contained became metaphors for my mind and my memories. Like a healthy and maturing brain that reorganizes itself by weeding out old and futile information, I too, must do the same for my identity and my environment. I found things that are long forgotten, and would probably never have resurfaced otherwise. Among the treasures I discovered were love letters from the 3rd grade, kindergarten year book, used condoms, journals, old photographs, high school report cards, various childhood toys, and other futile evidence of the discontented past of an exhausted and powerless young man.

This act of ardent annihilation also serves as a language to articulate an unspoken rage of an unresolved family crisis, brought upon by the lack of my father's consistent presence throughout my childhood. Not that I believe terrorizing lifeless objects would be the means to the predicament, but at least it leaves me a mess I can fix.

Mixed emotions of nostalgia, resentment, melancholy, and exhilaration emerged out of my central nervous system, as it demanded much of my fast-twitch muscles to complete a dichotomic workout that is both self-destructing (vomiting) and self-comforting (masturbation) in nature. The experience also allowed me to express my muscularity from a twisted and feminine angle that would most definitely be prohibited in any public and commercial gymnasium. Bounded by the tightness of my mother's underwear, I extended my body and guts to the limit anyway, and produced as much disorder and energy as I could in the given space and time.

If nothing else, the result of this disturbing anarchic served as a kind of wake-up call, as it raised interesting questions about the nature of my identity and my relationship to the world I made. It was a brutal, yet honest effort, and I have never felt so liberated.
 
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this is one of those artists no one is going to understand untill you get past the point that he is just trying to express himself
 
man, i could go out now and shit on a road and claim i am fighting the infrastructural rape of nature and when i am wearing a white thong and messing up my room and so on, means that i am an artist???

i would say no. this whole artist thing went waaaaaay to far imo. for example, when i was in the centre pompidou in paris (avant-garde-art museum), there was a room that kinda looked like it was some kind of construction going on. concrete parts, drills, wires, buckets where they mix the cement, cement bags and all that stuff was lying around. but it was art. next room there were 3 4x4m paintings. all TOTALLY blue. except for one little red dot which position varied on all three.. WTF?

best thing probably was (not in the construction site room) a concrete block (something like 1,5x3x0,4m, something like a part of a wall) that just leaned towards the original wall. idk, maybe it was some kind of static support for the main wall, but it was a piece of art...

spark notes: people shouldnt call everything random shit art
 
i'm just gonna spare the multiple paragraphs i could write on this.

Yes, if he wants to call it art, it's art. Did you read his artist statement?
 
Art takes special talent that no one else can replicate. Van Goch was an artist. Da Vinci was an artist. Picasso was an artist. Hell, even Mozart and Beethoven were artists. But anyone can destroy their room. ANyone can replicate that video. No one can replicate the above mentioned artists art.
 
i kinda understand why he did this from an emotional standpoint, its basically just letting himself go without restraining himself whatsoever. its like he temporarily saw "wrong and right" as non-existent, and let his twisted mind wreak havoc on its environment. but some of that shit was straight fucked up, like what was with that other guy wearing a mask reading a diary about eating his moms pussy and shit? thats just straight insane, nothing artistic about that. overall though i would say this guy is fucking nuts and i wouldnt want to be less than 20 meters away from him at any time. its almost like he was on acid and PCP at the same time...
 
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