NoGli no.3

NoGli

sage, calling, eating and preparing before it didn’t matter anymore. I saw the piece of metal beforehand; it was a hollow tube, with one end ground in half and sharpened.

Three...two...onepush... ok here we go Three...two...onepush That was one half and wait... ok Three...two...onepush and Three two onepush ...

Deam, I lost the focus, but it is through...

All four of them I need a sugarcube And in a few moments the world will stop getting fuzzy and my chemical levels will return to normal. Until then, let’s get used to this feeling, I can move freely, even lift my arms up. But the tension rises then. And not to speak of the clattering of the rings at the end, behind my back.

It’s going to be cold outside.

Okay... I think I am ready Edition No. 3 for this...

December 2012 Stepping outside, getting rigged up, trying

Editorial entry

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Contents Found Footages pg. 2 European Folktales from the drawer by Márta Horvát The Potential Influence of Accesible Media Feeds on a Creative Process

I Wonder...

pg. 6 pg. 12

TwoWay Society

pg. 16 pg. 18

Found these three at a night with squaters

by Unknown Contributor pg. 20 5 Reasons pg. 26 Mari by Miklós Sáros

PG. 28

The Notebook by BS Szűcs

pg. 32

TL-Session by BS Szűcs

pg. 36

The Contributors pg. 42

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The artistic aspiration of a HP printer and network faliure

From the bin at a darkroom

Found Footages

European Folktales from the drawer

by Mรกrta Horvรกth These are couple of my hand made decors for paper puppet theather. They were created for a Hungarian television series that ran from the year 2000 till 2010. In each episode we presented a folk tale from a country in Europe.

Each element was individualy painted and when assemled provided complete articulation for the characters to act out the story.

Currently they are on their way to Italy for an exhibiton.

How the smith tricked the devil (Czech) The all-knowing bird (French) Macskacicรณ (Hungarian)

A possible influe Accessible media feeds

ence of the Ever s on A Creative proces

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I wonder...

by

BS Szűcs

Sometimes I just wonder about things that I want to have answered. But before I can just bump it out, I need more questions to get to a better understanding of the matter.

The articles, or to be more precise, the bequestionings that will follow in this series is just to lay out my mind before you. That what I wonder about, and I will not give the answers to what I maybe have come in the meantime...

at least, not yet.

...about what the effect of your living situation can have on your productivity and more importantly on what you produce This has been on my mind for quite some years now and as I will leave The Netherlands again in a couple of days to spend a few weeks in Hungary it becomes more and more consuming.

Everybody who knows me probably also knows that The Netherlands are not among my (visually/creatively) preferred and stimulating countries. Maybe it is because I still haven’t seen enough of it to find my personal holy grail, but for most parts I found “grey, green, blue and those damned red bricks” through most of the country. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against the Dutch people and received many a thing from this country that I am grateful for. But I astill haven’t found a thing that makes my blood rush out of visual excitement. For example, I am still able to walk the 4/6 tram line through Budapest with my camera for the fifth hundred time and still find something new or fascinating.

I miss the diversity, the roughness and visual madhouse. Every time I arrive home, in this case ...wait...home is a difficult term. Every time I get off the plane or out of the car/bus, whatever, and make my first rounds in this color challenged country, I find it difficult to raise my camera and find something to point it at. You might have noticed, that in almost all my work you hardly find street views from Holland. I believe that only “Cheap lines and poor photos” is the only one that solemnly features those kind if images.

But to return to my original point of wonder, this was a fairly large surface area that effects a creative process. If we zoom in a bit more, what about your place of lodging, your house...home? Surely it must influence a lot, since it contains the circumstances that you face day tot day. In which you must bring yourself to a mental, maybe even physical, state that is necessary to work. If you live in a small cramped room, how do you create the space? Or if you live in a state that resembles more the a nomadic fashion. Moving from one place to the other, never sure where you will end up sleeping.

Do you adjust your work to those circumstances? What are those little factors that can give you the stability in an unstable situation to base your work on? Or is too much stability hindering at times?

Also, almost forgot one of the factors that is not exactly location bound. The people, or the absence of them. Some people work great in masses, others need seclusion. But is it also a factor who those people are that surround you. If, for example, you are working amongst a group of people who has nothing to do with your line of work. Will that affect your process negatively or stimulate it?

And not to speak of everything that you take in, from food to drinks to a vast array of other substances. Is it sometimes necessary to alter your human state to achieve something, or is it inevitable? Does not eating that chilli cheeseburger affect you as much as taking a blotter of acid in some cases?

What are all those little elements that determine what we can accomplish in that given moment?

Or should we just write it all off as bogus whining and just do what we have to do?

If you find answers for yourself and would like to share these with me or the world, send an e-mail to: baseartphoto@yahoo.co.uk and it will get out one way or another.

Four musicians from Utrecht are taking the “interactive” to another level.

Their motto is “Join the Band” TwoWay Society let’s the fans be a part of the band.

They can send in their lyrics, pictures, music, ideas and TwoWay Society will make sure they use their idea’s.

We have just finished recording our debut EP with top producer Guido Aalbers (Krezip, The Gathering, Lorrainville, Bertolf) Within the concept TwoWay Society worked together with Daniel Cardoso (Piano/Keys Anathema )on one of their songs

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Copyright Š 2012 Snapcat.nl

The release of the EP will be at Stairway to Heaven on february the 23th.

For more information about TwoWay Society and upcoming shows check out their website and Facebook. www.twowaysociety.nl www.facebook.com/twowaysociety www.twitter.com/twowaysociety

Found these three at a night with squaters

by Unknown Contributor

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The Notebooks

by BS Szűcs

short and long writings from the ragged notebooks

a Ride home - Pt.2 “Back on the bus”

Vienna – bus station of chaos. No room and a hell of a lot of buses pouring out their passengers who are switching between their rides with baggage. Turbulence. Oh, and on a sidenote, welcome back to Europe: 3,50 for a keg and 2,50 for a glass of beer. But at least I got my bill of 10 EUR changed by the toilet lady. After almost boarding the wrong bus {not that Paris isn’t nice} I conquered my own seat again. Even this brings back a memory, a few years ago I traveled next to a Parisian artist who invited me to pay a visit...naturally this never happened. But back in reality, with this round I got a soap scented girl next to me. There goes the royal life of double seats as I just had figured out how to put myself comfy for sleep. Shucks, long live zé soap!

“And the harbor came in view”

After bubbling down and finally arriving at the yacht club, with an emergency shopping tour from the lady’s for a couple of bikini’s, we boarded the boat. It was a nice sailboat, I believe about 15m long, maybe 17.

Our captain was already waiting for us and within a couple of minutes we were off, and within a couple of minutes the first drink was served.

Vodka-apple. But as we all know, apple juice is quite a rare commodity, so it was poured sparsely. Oh well, we are all sailors now. It also didn’t take them long to hassle me to work, couldn’t even finish my drink first...bloody sods. The girls also were changing into their swimsuits.

The “rich” and enhanced were sitting back to drink. But there was a specialty among all of them. One of the girls didn’t came for the shoot, I still don’t know what her purpose originally was but she made a terrific assistant. Reflecting shades and modeling experience. This was a great gift when we had to start rolling. During the day, it was sunny and warm with harsh shadows everywhere, there was almost nothing possible without a reflector panel. Besides this, I’m not a “fashion model” shooter by nature so a little co-op was welcome. {on a side-note again, it was also a really nice surprise when she did ask if we could do a couple of tasteful topless photo’s of her, but more on that later}. But with all this we set out to the bow to get the shoot on the way. From the three girls, blonde-brown-black who were the stars of the show, we started out with blondie and so on. Trying out as much things as possible, backing them crisp with the reflector screens. Switching them around, doing group shots and all the while I was sweating my balls of because I was the only sucker who still didn’t wore swimming gear. Curse of the cargo pants, if you work in a situation where pockets are useful then they do tend to come along to a high degree. But let’s take a quick brake to put myself in some comfort by making the change. Our hosts were still drinking in a nice pace. Almost right after the anchor was thrown out the reinforcement arrived in the form of a water bike stocked with booze. But back to work. The funny thing is, I was shooting girls in bikinis with a

“khm” nice assistant who I shot topless so now and then through the day, but it didn’t record as anything sexual that I was just inches from. Is this part of my conditioning from the past years in the academy, or can I simply separate that what I am seeing in different times. Anyhow, we went on like that until the next big break. With that, I jumped in and went for a quick swim. For hell’s sake, I’m on a boat. With this I was done, for half an hour or so. But as I was sitting there at a certain moment with the girls sunbathing at the bow suddenly a question came: “Do you suck?” Well, what do you do with a question like this. For me, it asked for clarification. But when I asked “depends what?” it caused a bit off uproar since they took it as an offense because “they don’t meddle with pity things like speed”. But the captain diffused the situation by taking me below deck, to the cabin where the girls had their dressing room. There was a bathroom with a “lockable” cabinet. Therein lay an aluminum plate with a lump of cocaine on it. “This is fine stuff” he explained and offered me a quick line. Oh what the fuck...let’s get this over with, a quick zip and get the hell out. After a few minutes my tongue went a little bit numb, but that was it. Went for a dip and got the remaining stuff out of my nose. But after this episode, the realization came that they were snorting cocaine in the changing room, with the youngest girl on board just barely over 16. IF their door was open the damp of it hung heavily over the complete cabin. Welcome to the real world me says. But this interlude didn’t matter, I came there to photograph the girls. It was also nice to be on a sailing boat after many a year. When the sun went down and we made the last shots in the twilight I grabbed my beer and went to sit at the point. The night breeze and nothing but water in front of me as we sailed slowly towards the dock. The drinking had asked his toll of almost every participant. For my self, I was also handed to occasional whiskey-cola/high quality rum/ champagne or beer. But, for those who have read more of me, or just simply know me, I can handle some liquor. But our driver was less fortunate {in one way or the other}. So after docking at 10 in the evening and our hosts had driven off, leaving us with the three girls and an inebriated driver we concluded that this was a quite a shitty situation we were in. For myself, I just had a faint idea how to get back to Budapest, the girls were totally lost and the only working GPS was locked away in the phone of our pilot {for witch he didn’t remember the unlock code}. The only piece of luck that we had, was that one of the girls had a drivers license. In the end, it took us 5 hours to get to Budapest.

After getting lost in the fucking middle of nowhere, going through endless villages that were never quite in the right direction, just missing two deers on separate occasions and almost loading the drunk sob in the trunk of his own car after sitting for an hour next to the road while he was going to pieces and almost unable to puke while still not being able to mutter the magic code for the gps. So it is no wonder that one of the girls never showed up again. But in the end we made it and I came to a few conclusions. As far as I enjoy a lot of things (especially if I can get them free) I’m not a hedonist. Secondly that there are a lot of things that still have to experienced, but this did not came as a surprise. As a wise cashier lady said once: Don’t get surprised.

“To finish off the ride” We stopped again, this time at the wonderful rest stop of St. Valentine at 10’o clock. The ride is quite uneventful, soap girl was watching a show called Judy by Design or something like that as we had the odd glance at each other . But now I’m sitting outside with a cheap 1.50 EUR gas station wine spritzer in my pocket. This, while I’m starring at a miniature wooden chair that is just waiting next to the curb.

An old man spotted it too, or at least acted on it. So it will find a new home. But did the rest of us just ignore it? It didn’t belong there on many levels, is that it? What also didn’t quite belonged there, the buses full of people that were aimlessly wandering around in the parking lot. The bottle was genius. A deadbeat water-bottle containing a white wine spritzer for no money in facking awesome 5,5%. But i’m quite off right now, if nothing happens and the tension keeps growing the freaking out will grow further the spritzer is the rescue. The chair was awesome though.

With the buzz on, we ended up at another rest stop, are they slipping into each other? This was just ahead of Frankfurt, or so I was told.

Fuck, it is still too far Away at 5 in the morning and delivery time by 13:00. At least I have a double seat once again. The soap girls has left me at würzburg, or was it Nürnburg? After 4 hours of chatting about everything. From art to relationships and sex life. The works. It was nice and the force to talk was apparently grater {after many hours of not a word next to each other} than that of just shutting up for even a few minutes. Because how do you restart the conversation after that? The funny thing was really to share all of it and then just say goodbye with an awkward hand shake. But I got my double seat back after all. What will be a nice touch for the “morning” is the fact that an old “bitch” was audibly gossiping about a random other passenger who “sat on her face” while passing her in the corridor. Or the mad man just a an arm lengths away from my seats who already keeps flipping out and yammering in near indecipherable Germinglish about how he has no bandwidth on his phone and that he is an idiot because we couldn’t fix it, or something like that. Bad vibe creator factors. But let’s huddle up and go back to sleep since Frankfurt is getting nearer. Oh, and we lost a Vietnamese guy a few hours earlier apparently. Yeah, the drivers also noticed this just by now. No, she got off at Mahnfiel. We didn’t even stop in Nürnburg. But so we arrived at the last stop before I can get out of this tube on wheels. Behind me the great comparison is being made between Hungary and all the wonders that they have in Dusseldorf. As with every sighting of a horse “Oh, they got horses in here” and the likes of that. Everything is explainable to the benefit of the other. “Have a better time in here” {sic}. “The nice thing about the long lines, you always find someone to enjoy yourself with...no, to talk to” {sic}. Oh, and the little girls are still here and now awake. Wünderbar. “Are we there yet?” “Where are we?” “We are the only ones left!” Yeah, currently I do some whining but puff on it. Hehehehe, and the next stand-up sketch is about traveling!

“Where we pay a lot of money to go to a place where the people there would also pay a lot of money to go where we came from.” Oh, we missed a turn so now we are backing up on the highway with a touring car, awesome. But that was the last excitement for this trip. We arrived a half an hour early. One final nod and off we were. Heading out for a 6km walk.

That’s it. A 21 hour bus trip. Done. Gone.

TL-Session by BS Szucs

The contributors Unknown Contributeur Well, can’t say much about him/her...

Márta Horváth Hungarian puppet artist, illustrator and rising musician. Currently working on a grand Puppet Opera-Movie based on the works of Haydn. kishorvath@gmail.com zimezum.atw.hu

Miklós Sáros Hungarian painter and performance artist. His works explore more often than not the normal absurdity of everyday life. Another note worthy aspect is the experimental materiality of his paintings. queklos@gmail.com http://www.galeriesuez.com/Mikl%F3sS%E1ros.php

BS Szűcs Staff photographer of BaSe Art and Photography and main editor of NoGli. baseartphoto@yahoo.co.uk www.thebaseart.com

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