{"id":1768,"date":"2010-06-06T12:07:27","date_gmt":"2010-06-06T19:07:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp\/2010\/06\/kevin_van_aelst_-_crime_scene\/"},"modified":"2010-06-06T12:07:27","modified_gmt":"2010-06-06T19:07:27","slug":"kevin_van_aelst_-_crime_scene","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/2010\/06\/kevin_van_aelst_-_crime_scene.html","title":{"rendered":"Kevin Van Aelst – crime scene domestic"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Biblical promise<\/a>…<\/p>\n

But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not
\ntherefore…<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

is a threat in the age of surveillance. <\/p>\n

William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch<\/a><\/i>:<\/p>\n

I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station, vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an uptown A train…
\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Evidence can be gathered on any life. If the state seeks, it will find, and hope of oblivion will be a romance.<\/p>\n

Sade, from Marat Sade<\/i><\/a>: <\/p>\n

And when I vanish
I want all trace of my existence
to be wiped out…<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Kevin Van Aelst<\/a> tracks the trace evidence of himself, as if he were his own detective examining his own crime scene.<\/p>\n

\"kevinvanaelstpie.jpg\"\"kevinvanaelstsugar.jpg\"\"kevinvanaelstshit.jpg\" I first saw Van Aelst’s work accompanying Virginia Heffernan’s NYT’s blog, The Medium<\/i><\/a>, her excellent examination of Internet culture which after today will be part of the NYT’s ArtsBeat<\/i><\/a>, the NYT’s attempt to compete with the LA Times’ Culture Monster<\/i><\/a>.<\/p>\n

Van Aelst obliterates the distinction between art and illustration. Below is his take on the subject of art theft (Heffernan’s story here<\/a>.) An illustration needs the story. Van Aelst’s illustrations are the story.<\/p>\n

\"kevinvanalestheist.jpg\"<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A Biblical promise… But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore… is a threat in the age of surveillance. William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch: I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1768","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-uncategorized","7":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1768","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1768"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1768\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1768"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1768"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1768"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}