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The Museum of Tiger and Bear Travels to London

A selection from The Museum of Tiger and Bear collection shall be traveling to London this week to be exhibited as part of The Camberwell Arts Festival running from the 16th-24th June. Quite fittingly at two pubs called:

The Tiger and The Bear 

 

Seriously, I’m not making this up!

They’ll also be some Tiger and Bear videos being played at half time during the footie. So come get massively drunk and piss yourself whilst experiencing Korea’s most innovative art project!

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Dancing with Nietzsche Act Five: End of the Night

Here it is the long awaited DwN act 5!

Written by someone who wishes to remain anonymous with original performance documentation photographs and illustrations by Bristol based illustrator James Wilson http://jameswilsonillustration.com/

Unfortunately thethreewisemonkeys.com are dicks and wont publish it anymore and the writer can’t possibly be fucked to finish writing it. Despite these annoyances Dancing with Nietzsche has been an enjoyable ride and a fresh and authentic approach to documenting performance art through the medium of Gonzo Journalism.  I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I have.

A tear fills my eye when I think back on that faithful weekend when Bear was still a Bear and drinking excessive amounts of alcohol and acting like an out of control ignorant pig was a sufficient life style.  

For now, here is the final installment of Dancing with Nietzsche. You can view the saga in it’s entirety in the “page” section of this blog.

Enjoy and remember, don’t try this at home!, do it in a hotel instead.

Act 5: End of the Night

 

“Soju is a filthy animal.” – Anon.

I squinted into the gloom, trying to make sense of the room which we had found ourselves in. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness it became apparent that we were in a long space, consisting of undecorated walls and rough, hard floor. There was no furniture and only bare wires trailed from where there should have been light fittings. A foreboding cocktail of fear and curiosity ran up my spinal column as beads of cold sweat rolled down my back. I turned and looked behind me, into the whites of Bear’s eyes, as they stared into the darkness. I had a strong desire to turn back but I abruptly found my legs were moving by their own accord, bringing me deeper into the space.

I could hear Bear’s feet clumping along behind me; as we made our way towards the other end of the room a murky, low red light became apparent. I could not see our surroundings any better, but as we reached the opposite wall I could make out a corner, around the corner of which the source of the red light appeared to be.

We rounded the corner and stepped into a smaller room. The concrete floor was littered with detritus, broken chairs, a legless table, books with their guts ripped out, broken light bulbs, burnt bedding, every single detail awash in a blood red light. The scene was complimented by the most revolting stench to have ever entered my nostrils — something along the lines of rotting meat marinated in battery acid. The stench quickly filled my nostrils, choking the oxygen out of my lungs, as nausea washed over my like a tsunami of mountainous proportions. My stomach churning, I wheezed and staggered, tears filling my eyes. The room fell out of focus. The beat of my heart boomed in my ears as I fell backwards.

 

 In darkness I felt eyes upon me; eyes from the past, every malevolent glance and leer that had ever been shot my way, suddenly resurrected. I could feel them, swarming around in the shadows, staring out from the void, preparing for the kill as I lay helpless, sinking into the floor.

 

A bright white light filtered through the tears, two shapes born from the confusion, slowly coming together. Two forms with arms and legs, floating in the air. I blinked, soju tears tumbling down my cheeks, the figures coming into focus. On the left was a tiger, fashioned from some sort of coarse fabric, colored a crude orange overlaid with black stripes. On the right was a Bear, possibly made from a scrap of dirty sack. Together they bobbed up and down, blind button eyes staring at nothing, their stitched mouths frozen in disturbed smiles. String trailing from their limbs led my eyes upwards to a set of perfectly smooth finger tips attached to hands which were the color of dead white fish, washed up on a barren shore.

The fingers moved with expert precision, controlling, directing, and orchestrating every move. Beyond the finger tips I could make out a jaw line, a pair of ever so thin lips curling into a smile. As the lips peeled back row after row of perfectly formed razor sharp teeth were revealed. A pair of black eyes glistened in the dark.

I heard what sounded like a door slamming shut. I was upright, leaning against a wall, bright hospital lights blasting into my retinas. I looked down at my right hand to see a bank note clutched between my fingers. A hallway faded in and out of focus as past memories began to bubble to the surface. Stumbling down neon drenched alleys in the heart ofSeoul, cackling hysterically as I descended the stairs of another basement noraebang. Standing on a street corner, bent out of shape in the throes of another chemical fantasy at the edge of dawn; focus returned as I lurched forward out of an elevator, following Bear as he stumbled down another corridor, bouncing from wall to wall, clawing at closed doors as he went. I tried to focus as Bear stopped and started doing something to a door handle. I found myself holding onto a window frame next to a door, trying to grip onto some semblance of reality. I looked into a darkened room and I could make out a figure lying in the middle of it. I swung around to face Bear, brandishing the bank note between my fingers.

“I dare you 10,000 won to tea bag him…” I heard myself say.

The bank note disappeared from my fingers as I collapsed beneath the window. My gaze finally settled on a white ceiling as I watched a pair shoes above me disappear through the window above. I closed my eyes as a scream erupted from the room.

                                                                                                             

 *

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

A chisel through the top of my skull, straight into my brain.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

A ragged silhouetted figure came into focus, blackened against a fiery orange glow. The ember of a cigarette flared and a cloud of smoke wafted upwards. I struggled to prop myself up on one elbow as the figure turned to me, its face obscured by the shadows of the room.

“The police are outside,” a voice said. It sounded like Bear’s, yet broken, confused, distorted, like he was speaking under water.

I could hear other voices, far off, yet audible and slowly getting louder. I could now see I was in a hotel room, but not one I recognized. Through the window I could see the sun emerging behind the endless mountains, a brutal water color beating me back into consciousness. Glancing down I discovered my chest was covered in semi-dried vomit.

Broken glass and splinters of wood covered the floor and the smell of something burning filled the air. The remains of a rice cooker were strewn in a far corner, an unidentified gloop covered the ceiling and ran down the walls, pooling on the floor; a small pile of fire extinguishers sat next to where I had been lying, which must have been the source of the white dust that seemed to cover everything in sight, including me.  

Bear’s words began to take hold. The police were outside. The voices outside belonged to the police. My mind attempted to race for some kind of solution, but instead stalled over and over as I tried to remember how to stand up.

“Is there…an air conditioner? Maybe we can climb into…” I heard somebody say.

Bear’s silhouette said nothing, simply placing another cigarette between his lips, holding a lighter to it and sparking it in a rather unenergetic fashion. I tried again to stand up and collapsed into a heap. Bear threw the lighter across the room and stood up. He began stumbling around, amongst the debris, searching for something.

“We should hide. Under the covers,” he mumbled.

I blinked and tried to process this suggestion. The police were ready to storm up the stairs, kick down the door and haul us out to be publicly crucified for all manner of criminal deviancy, which although I could not remember I was almost certain we had committed, and our solution to this predicament was to pretend to be asleep. I knew this plan wouldn’t quite work some where along the line, but I couldn’t quite place my finger on which particular part was not going to pan out. Instead I just nodded my head, slowly and painfully, listening to the vertebrae creak and crack as I did so.

“Yeah…let’s do that,” I said.

 

I rolled over, grasping at some soiled and still smoldering bedding, dragging it over me as I turned to face the door. The soju hangover was in full effect; I felt like I’d been eating sand whilst banging my head against a brick wall and inhaling the chemical dust the blankets were covered in was not helping in the slightest. The voices became louder and I buried myself deep beneath the covers.Blindly reaching out I hugged my hand around the squat stomach of one the fire extinguishers, bringing into the darkness with me. Caressing my hand down its cold, hard body I intimately clutched hold of its trigger, taking the nozzle with my other hand. While I delicately felt my way around its perfect curves I discovered the pin was still in the trigger. I ever so tenderly and slowly pulled it out, as angry Korean voices and heavy footsteps grew louder.

I peeked out from under my sanctuary of fabric. The door was painted in a strange twilight hue. It looked strong, impenetrable, like it could withstand a thousands blows and a hundred more. I hugged the fire extinguisher to my chest, I wishing I could fall back asleep in peace and never wake up.

THUD.

THUD.

THUD.

I bolted upright, pointing the nozzle of the fire extinguisher towards the door, gripping the handle and beginning to apply pressure. A vicious hissing sound began to erupt from the guts of the fire extinguisher. The door handle rattled up and down. The door burst open in a shower of splinters and I squeezed the trigger hard.

To be continued…

 

 

maybe…

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Tiger and Bear Comics (The Lost Strips)

Here are some more strips from Tiger and Bear Comics. These are ones that either didn’t get published or were published but we misplaced the archive records for them. We’re kind of incompetent fools if you haven’t noticed!

We hope to make more out of the comic project at some point in time as it was a bloody great idea! And as you can see from this blog we have already had some smashing contributions from some really talented people!

In an ideal world we would love to revive Tiger and Bear Comics at some point, with celebrity guest collaborators like Johnny Depp and Catchphrase’s Roy Walker, but sadly Roy Walker is dead and Johnny Depp hates us.

We would have loved to make some Korean language comics too and to produce a bookwork of the project, but for now we shall just have to wait and dream…

But for all those Tiger and Bear Comics fanatics here they are (the lost strips).

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Octavious the Wizard Cat, written by Dann Gaymer and illustrated by Kai-Oi Jay Yung

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Prime Time Viewing written by Roybos T Parkes and illustrated by Mike Wytrykus

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Mrs Tiger, written by Dohee Kim (Tiger’s wife) and illustrated by Nastasya Clark

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Protest written by Mary Paterson and illustrated by Kirk Parrish

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Creation Myth, written by Nicky “legend of artist” and illustrated by Mark Williams

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The Experiment, written by Matt Broadhurst and illustrated by Alex Pearl

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Double Up, written by Dustin Griffin and illustrated by Ideo

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The Movie at the End of the Universe, written by Matt Broadhurst and illustrated by Charlie Keen

I think this one may have been published somewhere, but not sure.

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Jung-gu, written by James Hendicott and illustrated by Gary Ptaszek

I’m pretty sure this one was actually published in Eloquence Magazine, but I don’t have the date for it.

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Over Here, written by Matt Broadhurst and illustrated by Frog Morris. I have a date for first published (2009-12-12) but not sure where it was first published. This strip was in Daegu Pockets, The Korea Herald and Seoul Style.

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This one was submitted to us by Mary Lue Harper who claims to be ‘Bear’s number one fan’. It hasn’t been published anywhere because it’s fucking sick.

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Swingset Committee Official Music Video starring Tiger and Bear

Check out NYC electro Indie rockers Swingset Committee’s brand new  music video for the hit song ‘Easy Way’ by Suji Kwon starring yours truly Tiger and Bear.

We had a lot of fun making this, back in the day when Bear was still a Bear and Tiger didn’t have a massive beer gut and a phallic obsession.

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Dancing with Nietzsche Act 3

See it here: Act 3

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Dancing with Nietzsche Act 1 and 2

 

Dancing with Nietzsche
Anonymous Gonzo journalism of a 2009 Tiger and Bear performance written in 10 acts or installments, published on thethreewisemonkeys.com
with illustrations by James Wilson


www.jameswilsonillustration.com

 

 

 

 

Act 1

 

Act 2

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Tiger and Bear 호랑이와 곰 spotted in subway salesmen scandal

We received this footage captured by a passenger on the line 1 subway train in Seoul. It shows Tiger and Bear trying to sell cheap kids hand warmers with cartoon illustrations of Pikachu and Hello Kitty for 300,000 krw, with the added novelty of stuffing them down your trousers to keep your ‘gochu’ warm. If you spot them, please DO NOT BUY the hand warmers and DO NOT SUPPLY THEM WITH ANY MONEY OR ALCOHOL. Instead report them to Tiger and Bear INC. In the event of their capture you will be liable for a monetary reward.

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Tiger and Bear 호랑이와 곰 ‘Action Calligraphy’

In Celebration of Hangul day Tiger and Bear perform ‘Action Calligraphy’ in collaboration with Dann Gaymer. Seoul International Performance Festival, 2010, Nowon-gu, Seoul

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Tiger and Bear 호랑이와 곰 (Tiger and Ungnyeo) KEAF 2010

Tiger and Bear performed at the Korea Experimental Art Festival 2010 (KEAF) in Hongdae, Seoul 31/07/2010
Bear finally transforms into a beautiful woman/gets to live his secret trannie fantasy.

Part 1:

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'Moggi'

‘Moggi’ written by Greg Weiss, illustrated by Nastasya Clark, first published on 01/01/2010 in Eloquence Magazine

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'Miracle of the Han River'

‘Miracle of the Han RIver’ written by James Rhee, illustrated by Pat V, first published on 01/01/2010 in Daegu Pockets

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'Bear's Christmas Fitness Video'

‘Bear’s Christmas Fitness Video’ written by James Topple, illustrated by Betty Park, first published on 30/12/2003 in the Korea Herald

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'Bear Falls Over'

‘Bear Falls Over’ written by Rosie, illustrated by Clayton Foster, first published on 02/11/2009 on Seoulstyle.com

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'Dok do'

‘Dok do’ written by Edward Pye, Illustrated by Matt Broadhurst, first published on 01/01//2010 in Eloquence Magazine

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'Prof Kim'

‘Prof Kim’ written by Ken Durose, Illustrated by Elly, First published on 27/10/2009 on seoulstyle.com

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'Old Korea'

‘old Korea’ Written by Amanda Williamson, illustrated by Pirates Loot (Jeff Mueler), first published 16/12/2009 in The Korea Herald

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'BBQ'

‘BBQ’ written by Kim Jin Hee, illustrated by Joshua Kahan, First Published 01/05/2010 in Daegu Pockets

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'McDonalds'

‘Mcdonalds’ written by Clayton Foster, illustrated by Lino Divas, First Published 01/03/2010 in Daegu Pockets

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'Adverts'

‘Adverts’ Written by Edward Pye, illustrated by James Topple, first published on 29/01/2010 on Expacked.wordpress.com

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Tiger and Bear Comics 호랑이와 곰: 'A Millie'

‘A Millie’ written by Matt Broadhurst, illustrated by Songeun Yi Lara, first published on 4/2/2010 on Expacked.wordpress.com

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