Camino Camp

Magic Camp resumes after Paul's Omicron sabbatical to discuss the Dadaists, the radical jesters of the early 20th European art scene. Paul test Ben's knowledge of notable thinkers while Ben lavishes praise on Paul's recent essay, linked here: https://therumpus.net/2021/12/picasso-shares-his-screen/.

Thanks to our friend Trevor Welch for lending some of his music. Follow @trevorwelch on twitter and find more of his music at the links below:

trevor.money

ladyboyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/onsen

The Magic Camp Manifesto

We the head counselors of Magic Camp declare,

That a painting is not a painting unless it is made of paint. That the entirety of New York-based abstract expression art is one gigantic op, conceived and carried out by the Congress for Cultural Freedom and Central Intelligence Agency, we name Taos, New Mexico the artistic center of America. That the word moist is fine, you’re just stupid. That art is magic and that we need a lot more of it, push comes to shove it, we’ll go toe to toe with Jackson Pollock if it’s blood you covet. Get it? He bled on his paintings. Or was it piss?

We name the following Certified Bald Pimps: Picasso, Michael Jordan, Matt Lucas, Ghandi, Tyrese Gibson, Saul of Tarsus, St. Francis of Assisi, Kelly Slater, and Thomas Merton; and the following Bald Hacks: Jeff Bezos, Vin Diesel, Paul of Tarsus, Damien Hirst, and Martin Luther

We the counselors with dreadlocks believe,

That churches only want art to say they have it. That pastors in Affliction tees are hot, get over it. That Augustine could turn a phrase now and again but he’s not to be trusted, especially considering what he did with those pears.

Heretofore it has been regarded that Van Gogh cut his ear off from excessive horniness, whereas the truth is this: that Gauguin broke his heart in the platonic sense, no homo, by ditching him at the Yellow House. He therefore owes Vincent one ear and is a prick, but we forgive him because his paintings are good.

We affirm the agenda of those who work in a toll booth all week and paint jungle landscapes on the weekend, of the Sunday painter, the open-minded 90 year old who sketches the bare trees in his backyard and is cool with drag. So long as their art is marketed successfully on instagram or can be segued into a lucrative MLM, it’s cool. But actually: we affirm a rigorous and deep art, an art of the earth, of the desert, the jungle, and the cave. We affirm the carnal and the banal, the abstract and academic, the indigenous, the queer, and the bald.

The only non-fungible token in life is deez nuts

We affirm the merits of productive unemployment, creative truancy, and collaborative disenchantment as prerequisites for new forms.

We firmly declare the right to firmly declare, and along with it we acknowledge that to proclaim is to imprison. That if your uncle could have done it he would have done it. Not saying he still can’t, though.

This is a cult and John Berger is our leader. Immediately after Paris is destroyed in WWIII he will return in a flying saucer and we will all drink a special mixture of absinthe, turpentine and cadmium yellow light and join him in the clouds at his right hand. For more details and a precise timeline of these events, please visit the Sistine chapel.

These are the Magic Camp rules for art and life

1. Always paint with a boner; or a semi at leas

2. Make art, not war. Shoot film, not the Taliban

3. Respect the museum

4. Fuck the museum

5. Preach the gospel daily, if necessary, use paint

Follow @trevorwelch on twitter and find more of his at: trevor.money and ladyboyrecords.bandcamp/album/onsen

Horror movie buffs Ben and Paul discuss Robert Eggers' masterpiece of puritan paranoia The VVitch and take down the needlessly sadistic and extremely f***ed up films of Ari Aster. Ben shocks Paul with some gory paintings from Francisco Goya and others, the original arty-goth kids. All Hail King Phillip the Black, he rules the land with mirth!

Thanks to Trevor Welch for the new tracks for this episode. Follow @trevorwelch on twitter and find more of his music at the links below:

trevor.money

ladyboyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/onsen

Hope you brought your flashlights, campers, because this week we journey to the place where art began: the cave.

Ben reflects on the primal power of well-drawn line—be it of a horse's mane or a real big piggy. Paul confesses his past love for Trad-Indie Folk music.

Speaking of music, thanks to our friend Trevor Welch for lending some of his. Follow @trevorwelch on twitter and find more of his music at the links below:

trevor.money

ladyboyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/onsen

Ben and Paul return to Christian camp to check in on an old nemesis: Mark Driscoll. Not much art in this episode—just the way Mark would have wanted it.

Thanks again to Trevor Welch for the bangers. Check him out at:

@trevorwelch on Twitter

trevor.welch or soundcloud.com/trevorwelch

S2 E3: Rousseau and Cezanne Go to Space by Camino Camp

S2 E3: Rousseau and Cezanne Go to Space by Camino Camp

Ben and Paul venture into the desert to encounter the art of the Transcendental Painting Group and the Taos Society of Artists, just two of the under-appreciated groups who made the mystical landscapes of New Mexico their primary subject matter in the mid 20th century. Paul considers the poetic but largely unintelligible Desert Fathers, whose lives and words remind us that in the desert, there is no such thing as Orthodoxy. Then, Ben EPICALLY OWNS Thomas Aquinas with logic, while Paul gives St. Augustine something to cry about besides a couple lousy pears.

Music provided by our friend Trevor Welch. Follow @trevorwelch on twitter and find more of his music at the links below:

trevor.money

ladyboyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/onsen

Welcome back campers. Claim your bunk and get ready for a discussion about the Paris Avant-Garde. We're reading from the Manifesto of Cubism, sizing up Hemingway & seeing what the Evangelicals are up to.

Music provided by our friend Trevor Welch. Follow @trevorwelch on twitter and find more of his music at the links below:

http://trevor.money

https://ladyboyrecords.bandcamp.com/album/onsen

Happy Christmas campers. We're discussing degrees of kitsch in advent art, from Thomas Kinkade to Norman Rockwell. Finally we ask: what if the infinite became finite in the womb of Charlie Brown?