Alex Bag (born 1969) in New York City is an artist working primarily in video. She currently resides in Glen Ridge, New Jersey.
A performance video on art school, Fall '95 documents the fictionalized life of the New York City art school School of Visual Arts
student, played by Bag herself. Taking the form of a video diary, Bag's
character addresses the camera directly, expressing her thoughts on
life and art, which mature significantly over the course of eight
semesters. Interspersed between these entries are clips commenting on a
variety of topics including male aggression, mockingly portrayed by
toys, and video art from the 1970s.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alex_Bag
In Untitled Fall '95, Bag, at the time an art student, "plays"
Bag the art student. In a series of deadpan performances, Bag gathers
fragments of pop detritus, fashioning a thoroughly mediated document
that is at once a celebration and a record of loss. With the narrative
inevitability of a TV serial, the eight diaristic segments trace a
woman's struggle to make sense of her experience at art school. As each
installment marks the start of a new semester, Bag's character
addresses the camera with her latest observations and frustrations.
Interspersed between these confessions are eight set-pieces, in which
Bag performs scenes from the background noise of her imagination: a
pretentious visiting artist, London shop-girls discussing their punk
band, a Ronald MacDonald puppet attempting to pick up a Hello Kitty
doll, the singer Bjork explaining how television works. These surreal
episodes sketch out what Bag sees as the simultaneous attraction and
repulsion of contemporary youth culture, and teeter on the divide
between parody and complicity.
What emerges is a picture of anxiety, boredom, and ambivalence. As Bag
despairs at one point, her culture is being sold back to her. However,
popular culture, enmeshed with fashion, music, and the art world,
necessarily depends on the machinations of capitalism. How does one
mount a successful critique, when irony, satire and subversion have been
enshrined by advertising and the popular imagination?
http://www.eai.org/title.htm?id=2733
it's one of those uber low production value experimental video art
pieces that some people love due to it's unique and unorthodox style,
but really it's just a bad recording of a girl complaining about art
school in different costumes and different attitudes.
I thought it was pretentious bs. But then again you might like it. who
knows. it's probably impossible to find. I only saw it because a
professor had a screener copy of it, but really it's not worth the
trouble of looking for it... in my opinion.
Julius
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090905161801AArcyfg
The work that made Bag’s name was “Fall
’95”, from the same year. The DIY confessional film depicts Bag as an
art student recording the growing pains of the art school experience
directly into a VHS camera. Interspersed with the student protagonist’s
development and thoughts, Bag added small segments like scenes glimpsed
from a changing remote control. They ranged from a lo-fi toy soap opera
about bunny murder to fake chatline sex ads, to a comedic take on dated
video art.
Apart from Bag’s deft performances and
transformations, what makes “Fall ’95” so enjoyable to watch is how it
highlights the stupidity, hypocrisy and motivations of the art world
itself. It’s a vein that has run throughout her practice. Art is a
source of humour in “Fancy Pantz” (1997), depicting a terrible art dance
troupe, and 2001’s “The Van”. In the latter, three artists (all played
by Bag herself) are filmed in the back of a van, talking about their
work on the way to an art fair. Each describe their work, all perfect
contemporary artwork clichés. The gallerist “Leroy Laloup” is equally as
risible, exclaiming, “I’m the best, my gallery is the best and you
girls, you’re the best! You’re like the coolest, sexiest, hippest pieces
of art known to man.”
Francesca Gavin
http://www.sleek-mag.com/print-features/2012/05/how-to-get-ahead-in-television/
Alex Bag’s video, Untitled Fall ’95 (1995), is a parody of the
life of an art student. I think of it as the best summary of art school
in New York. All though I have not completed all four years of my
schooling, I can see the direction it is moving in. I have completed
stages one and two. The first being summarized by my excitement to be in
New York, to be on my own, to feel hip. Like Bag, “I am just so stoked
to be like, around people who like, understand me, and like, um like
me.” I got my septum pierced in my second semester at NYU.
But I soon figured out what Art School is all about. Each semester
unfolded in accordance with Alex Bag’s monologues. My second year began
with excitement that gave way to frustration. I resented the core
curriculum classes, which I felt had nothing to do with me, the artist.
Eventually I found myself appreciating the inspiration from other
disciplines. Anything learned can help create a context in artwork. I
could apply almost anything to what I was doing in the studio. Alex
Bag’s character had the same feelings. She also shares my feelings for
the personal aspect of sharing work; the problem of having to explain
your work and then getting grilled by twenty people. Art is personal,
and it is hard not to take criticism personally.
There is one line from the video that draws haunting parallels to my own
experience: “You know all these boys have been like, welding together
these giant creations, and wheeling them into class, and like, no one
asks them ‘um, excuse me, how big is your dick?’’’ How bizarre that
fifteen years after this video was made, boys are still being praised
for the same enormous structures.
Now I just wait for my disdain for my classmates to settle in and for my
exasperation with the structured critiques and assignments. I might
move to Brooklyn, playing into the role I that I find offensive yet
desirable: the Art School Kid.
Carly Stains
http://whitehotmagazine.com/articles/contemporary-art-education-alex-bag/2284
http://www.ubu.com/film/bag_fall95.html
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