Member 1724
25 entries

Contributor to projects:
The Total Library
Curator of becoming, Artist, Writer, Urban Tiger
  • Affiliated
  •  /  
  • Invited
  •  /  
  • Descended
  • Xaos’ favorites
    From Wildcat
    Shaan, the gift of Eiyse....
    From Wildcat
    The jest of Onann pt. 1(...
    From Rourke
    The 3D Additivist Manifesto
    From Wildcat
    There is no perfect Enso.....
    From Wildcat
    Some nothings are like...
    Recently commented on
    From Xaos
    A becoming on the line:...
    From Xaos
    The Aesthetic Ground (the...
    From Xaos
    The Aesthetic Ground (part...
    From Xaos
    The Aesthetic Ground
    From Xaos
    Suitcase For The Future
    Xaos’ projects
    The human species is rapidly and indisputably moving towards the technological singularity. The cadence of the flow of information and innovation in...

    The Total Library
    Text that redefines...
    Now playing SpaceCollective
    Where forward thinking terrestrials share ideas and information about the state of the species, their planet and the universe, living the lives of science fiction. Introduction
    Featuring Powers of Ten by Charles and Ray Eames, based on an idea by Kees Boeke.
    Organic Memory of the Posthuman

    The undercurrent that runs behind our exquisite organ of composing words into mental shape is images.

    In actuality ‘images’ are the metaphors of any language usage, so that, in order to infiltrate a process of change we need to have new images. With this in mind I enter the studio, to develop, maybe, threads of works, lines of images that I need in order to pass, to transmigrate unto difference.

    Through these lines of works I set out to search a new creative view; to find new frequencies and forms that can transform the abstract and far un-known of the future – that which evokes anxiety – into an organ of humanness.

    At the onset of the 21st century the thought of migrating beyond our current humanity becomes more relevant than ever. The concept ‘Post-human’ stands for a metamorphic process that absorbs and entwines both our biology and our technology into a new platform of becoming. The eventuality of which is no longer part of the current scope of sense making.

    I am using the concept, ‘posthuman’, as an opportunity to depart form the present into unknowns; a substantive opportunity to embody, here and now, the aesthetic action of re-installing man. In such an act, the post-human might lifts itself away from the hardware of violence and the ingrained attitude and code of control, by correlating uplifting and augmentation with a ‘Tsunami of Compassion’.

    I began the creative process with a series of small works on paper, exploring the formative space within which the metamorphosis does land neither into a utopian vision nor into a dystopian fate, but rather entices vulnerable and deep communication.

    This initial series of works opened my quest for a procedural corridor weaving technology to actualize the fractal quality of the image. The process continued with a combination of high resolution techniques of scanning, framing, blow-up and printing.

    The range of images which emerge, explores the aesthetics embodied in the sensitive tension between the alien and the very intimate, longing, and again longing, for intersection. This is the space that to my understanding characterizes the new installation of humanity.

    This body of works stands for a transition into a new creative state, in which I progressively migrate between languages, mediums and technologies. Like a nomad, I am traveling between processes and images, substances and information, mental-emotional states and action. The creative I in this sense becomes a dynamic archipelago of singularities.

    In this state technology is absorbed into the creative flesh that loses no grain of spirit. It is a state in which the motion from analogous to digital language empowers matter; where the development of creativity is actualized by the passage between mediums; where the creative event can become an organic memory of the posthuman future.

    I wish my art as a passageway, a corridor into the dynamic ambivalent line between self and ‘other’, between intimate and ‘alien’, between certainty and the unknown; to mark through aesthetics the possibility of transition toward a new perspective.

    Sat, Mar 24, 2012  Permanent link
    Categories: future, posthuman, compassion
    Sent to project: Polytopia
      RSS for this post
      Promote (18)
      Add to favorites (6)
    Create synapse
    "I live on Earth at present, and I don't know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process — an integral function of the universe." R. Buckminster Fuller


    Suddenly it is cold, so cold that for a glimpse of a moment motion is frozen, the sight utters warm and fancy, the moment irregularity is clearly a Blue-Moon happenstance. Between the old forgotten hypothesis of Prometheus and the new evolved version called AI, it is humanness that comes to rise up, pulling itself out by the future landing into the paths of past.

    Poiesis and Puting

    I love words, the story of words, the history of a word, and though I am familiar with the notion that words themselves are empty (but then what is not?), a word becomes an entity when in composition; it has a character, a taste and a sense. As an artist, I know words as matter, as color, as sound, as flow.

    Yet, above all, words are like doors. In timing they open a space, a crack in the matrix of interdependence, for intelligence, through consciousness, to adopt a new configuration, a new pattern that connects.

    The right word, in the right timing, in the right place… and the sense of opening is overwhelming. While in my studio, I know this when am hunting for colour. The right colour does the magic, the magic of transcending being into a flow.

    And so, I enter this virtual studio with a question - what is the verb of being?

    And we know the fallacy in the question. There is no verb to being, there is however a question, a pattern of relations that correlate the space of us/me with the space of all and everything.
    Now, I throw the question into that ‘pattern’. It is a personal question made of the stuff of intimacy. I am not here in search of the universal, I am however on the track of self-discovery.

    The state, the mind state, is changing in correspondence, matter is opening, undressing from a particular description and moving to a superimposed descriptive state, the ‘distance’ between potentiality to actuality gradually disappearing.

    While the silence is quickening I realize that actually the question is simple, as much as it is personal. In essence, I am asking what is the contextual action of the substance of me? What is the ‘middle’ of my longing?

    Two words are emerging. The first is ancient, the second is new, the ‘milieu’ of intelligence is changing, and now comes the work.

    The verb of being is Poiesis,

    The axis of Poiesis is Puting.

    Poïesis is etymologically derived from the ancient Greek term ποιέω, which means, "to make". This word, the root of our modern "poetry", was first a verb, an action that transforms and continues the world.

    Poiesis here means:

    The process of bringing a becoming into presence.

    Or in other words, the poietic-work of exposing the dynamics of thought-sensation to the spectrum of its possible actuations.

    Pute is etymologically derived from Latin, from the ancient term Putare, which means to cut, to clear, to clarify and to think. This word, the roots of our modern “computing”, is in short the act of making sense through calculation, the act of creating sense through re-iteration of correlations.

    Pute here means:

    In essence, the creative moment, the moment of puting brings forth a new sense into existence, that is a Mindful Creative Pregnancy.


    Poiesis, as the event of being, is the poietic work of exposing the dynamics of thought-sensation to the spectrum of its potentialities of actuation. The poietic work is that of bringing the dynamics of thought-sensation all the way, as changing states, from and through the possible, to the probable and the actual, via capturing, articulating and realizing. Poiesis if so is the artful ‘action’ of being, through which unpredictable becoming is exposed via a mindful creative moment. It is a love affair always fresh from tunneling the un-known while distilling the knowledge.

    Pute – A Mindful Creative Moment

    In the movie “Modigliani”, (2004), Director and Writer - Mick Davis, there is an interesting scene presenting seven artists standing in front of an empty Canvas full of the passion to paint a masterpiece that will take part in the Paris annual art competition. Modigliani tackles this work with the hope of creating a masterpiece, and knows that all the artists of Paris are doing the same. The scene unfolds in cinematographic language, the happenstance of a creative artistic moment seen through the drama between the artist and the empty Canvas.

    For many years I have been exploring the nature of those creative artistic moments, which though belonging to multiple landscapes and different contextual representations, have much in common. Whether it be an artist, a philosopher, a scientist, an engineer or a mystic, within his or her curriculum vitae of flow of cognitive-emotional life, we may find descriptions, stories and products of the creative moment.

    In my exploration whether by investigating others or within my experimental contour, I came to the understanding that such a moment is an axial property of being a human. Poiesis, the verb of being, the poietic work of exposing thought-sensations to their potentialities, is brought forth via the creative moment into an unpredictable becoming.

    The verb of this creative moment I call to pute,

    I like the sound of it, the taste of it on the tong, the flow of it,

    Pute, Puting,To pute,

    Pute in general is a mindful creative moment and pregnancy. It by all means does not belong exclusively to art, but to all domains of human intense activity. It is in this sense a property of being a human and a higher cognitive-emotional phenomenon. It will be sane to say that the consequences of those durational moments of Puting did play a momentous role in the life of giants in humanity and as a consequence in the life of others.

    Pute – Index of Being

    Definition - Pute is the verb of a Mindful Creative moment.

    Telos – Puting converges into a fragile, special and unique instance of knowing while riding an aesthetical sense.

    Nature – state of mindfulness riding oriented passion into the un-known at the edge of chaos.

    Being - Apex of puting is conception, through which being re-articulates itself, or expresses itself anew.

    Meta – Inputing is the keyhole for emergence of insightful thinking, creative articulation and the spectrum of rare moments that punctuate equilibrium - high lands of sight, epiphanies, vision and emotional awakenings.

    Dynamics - Merging into computational and intuitive composition of forces that awake a becoming which is unpredictable.

    Esthetics – asymmetry of interest coagulated with the symmetry of openness.

    Poetic – Puting is a Renaissance Machine of being.

    Example: To coin the word Pute I enter into a state of puting.

    Collective Puting (the future?)

    Cinema is an interesting case of collective-puting, a dynamic complex orchestration of masters at work. The movie is happening in the relations, overlapping multidimensional relations. The significant notion here is the criteria of the relation – adding dimensions to the collective – puting event.

    The movie making procedure is a collaboration of Puting-stations, to which each individual station is a unique and characterized mastership, yet, each station carries the precious knowledge of how it connects (in proximity) to all other stations.

    The movie emerges piece by piece in the middle, the dynamic intersection in which and through which the bottom-up interacts with the top-down; that is the ‘milieu’ at realization.

    I do know that there are a poly-manner ways of making a movie; in some, like in the case of Alfred Hitchcock, the actual making of the movie does not change the shape of the movie significantly. In others, like Federico Fellini, the making is where the movie is being shaped.
    This way or that way, there are many ways and different proportions, in which the individual puting station is related to collective-puting and vice versa. My point here is that exponential growth in connectivity via technology is leading us most probably to co-puting.

    Which puts us closer than ever in our shared poiesis, the exposure of a better us to its possibilities of actuation, in a better future in a better world.

    I do not come here for a moment to undermine the ultimate criticality of the individual puting station, rather, am pointing and hinting towards a unique and special case, that of collective-puting as an indication of the future and the future mind.

    It seems, that for the first time in human history we, as a collective, are converging into co-puting. We are collectively in a creative pregnancy entwined with the emergence of a new mind.

    Ensembles of puting stations are emerging. These ensembles are not homogeneous (as in the topos of polytopia); they are not exclusively related to one discipline, but they are animating in proximity in the same kind of frequency, they are pushing the same mind wave forward in proximity.


    It is dawn, now, caressed by the far rhythm of ocean waves, it is crisp and yet it is pregnant with thick and moist mist. It feels like being taken out of a context, the context of being my self. I know that sense quite intimately. I practiced it for many years and still the act of self-denial always on a balancing scale, never on solid ground. And so, I am increasing the volume of emotion and move bare footed from sensation to sensation, gathering the emotional sleeve pointing to an open ended horizon. I am slowly activating the organs of thought and steering the tension, I log into consciousness and silently observe the change in the ‘milieu’ of intelligence, and here, exactly here and again, I understand that I am not alone, a flaming wave, yes, but inseparable, and the memory is fast and hits me, it is:


    I am one moment into the Post Singularity Era (PSE).
    I am almost dis-qualified from being my self,
    Emergence of a future mind is the plan.

    To be continued…

    Fri, Dec 5, 2008  Permanent link
    Categories: future, art, Poiesis, Polytopia, Singularuty
    Sent to project: Polytopia
      RSS for this post
      Promote (12)
      Add to favorites (10)
    Synapses (1)
    We listen to the voice, the tune of acceleration distributed in million labs, the undercurrent wave is pulsating, growing, aggregating life and potency. I am listening to its tremendous voice of the very now, in millions interconnected computing stations. I am listening as an artist does; it is a wide almost wild voice, I merge till merging loses its bottom line, a mind sets to a pure tension. It starts to gather, atom to atom, to letters, to words…

    The Singularity Indeed Has Already Happened

    The first word that sparks in my mind when coming to the raw articulation of that sense emerging in me is “Montevideo”.
    It’s like in the story that I recall from my childhood, about a Spanish ship of the 16th Century that had been sailing around for months, no land crossing its way, when at a sudden moment the sailor on the mast, with his very last few breaths started shouting – Montevideo… Montevideo (…I see a mountain).
    And so, I see a mountain… Like to say, I see a future… standing right here, on our way to the there.

    A Letter to my self

    The amazing thing about the singularity, the Story of the singularity that is, is the way it affects us.
    When projecting it on the line of our event horizon, the singularity is a story that brings us into deconstruction and moves us into composing ourselves anew.
    The human today lives in a radical time, actually an extremely radical time; the future is rushing at us, proposing for the first time the idea and reality of a better platform, distinctively different from the imperfect outcome of natural selection.
    It is the beginning of an accelerating change that is starting to gain a confident and attractive position, projecting the human over an open horizon. Changing the very meaning of what, who and how a human is.
    We as contemporary humans are crossing ways with this complex intersection and possible evolutionary event; we may gain some of the fruits of it and we may not.

    And so I open eyes to a landing perspective, and once more my reflection is, that the amazing thing about the singularity, the Story of the singularity that is, is the way it affects us.
    In all of its possible doors of emergence, the story of the singularity, this modern mythology to my eyes is a catalyst, before anything else, a catalyst for self- definition and a vehicle of transformation.

    A catalyst for self-definition and a vehicle of transformation

    Alongside with what we know as our drama of being – which lays in defining the ‘constant’, the very sense of our selves, while allowing all the rest to be continuously transformed – alongside with that, for us, initially nothing actually really changes, in encountering such a story as the story of the singularity.
    Yet, it is eventually taking us, A potent wave of projection, demanding from us a fresh definition of our constant – the spark of our knowledge of being – if we wish to provide the case for our continuity through rushing transformation, encompassing both the closest and farthest levels of our existence.
    And slowly the act of inclusion of such a story, gains in us the subtle knowledge of why. The unquenched desire to unfold our sense of universality, through distillation of being, as the continuous factor across evolutionary intersections that bear with them the very sense of dis-continuity.
    The usage of the story of the singularity as a playground for an inner and straightforward narrative is in a way organic.
    And so, this is the first angle through which I see a future, a home for a pulsing heart of substance. A subtle bridge between our core sense of being and this exploding evolutionary intersection, providing a fresh edge for our humane evolutive adventure.

    Our Humane evolutive adventure

    The pattern of our event of self-reflection as humans- the core approximating itself within continuous metamorphosis - is a vision in itself. And it is always navigating in search of an activating story, the one that connects the dots.
    And so, we can… we can afford to include and weave that story as a playground for swift iteration. We may also disclose our poetry of self-description for a better tomorrow towards the possibility of designing ourselves a direction within the storytelling of an evolutionary crack.
    In that, the act of inclusion may provide a potent horizon within which the procedure of cultivating intelligence and of articulation of intelligence do find a correspondence.
    Observing again and again the spectrum of countable moments in my log, I find, among many, a thread that weaves it all into one growing sense. Now, how to call it? Is it intimacy in action? An intimacy that makes the stuff of everything mine?

    Making it personal

    We love life, strongly and passionately; we love till it erases the distinction, while providing us the momentum to make it personal and distinctive.
    Making it personal means to make it ours, not in the sense of possession, which would really be a poor thing, but rather to make it ours in the pure subjective sense.
    This is, in a manner of speaking, where our universality is to be found. All of our kinds and styles of minding, before being about something, are about minding.
    The quality of minding, meaning, minding the mind in the appropriate fashion, results, as in Art, in an emerging substantial sense of unification - that of infinite uniqueness and infinite openness.

    In Substance as in Art

    In Art as in Substance, a universe, or a verse is inflated to such a degree that it comes out so to say, it comes into being, standing on its own account.
    The question then is: IS an expression of being like an expression of Art? If it is, then, the art of being and the substance of art are strongly related.
    The world of art passes the stage of breaking through its limitations, by emptying the question of “what is Art?” allowing in that act an explosion of creativity and fertility.
    And yet, we still carry the intimate knowing of what art is, as it reflects our core sense of pure subjectivity – the ultimate unification of openness and uniqueness.
    Today I find a correlation between art, substance and the story of the singularity. And by all means there is an essential property that defines our activity as humans, our minding, and our tremendous effort to remain effective and affective as long as we breathe.
    It is a sense, a taste, and a reflective experience that emanates the smell of our sweat and yet we are not there, actually nothing is there.
    And in that sense the story of the singularity is no less and no more then a means, a better platform for the art of being and the substance of Art to approximate itself.
    And on the same token, as art frees itself from essentiality, and by that act opens itself for an explosion of the creative force, the story of the singularity does the same to the Human, emptying the question of “what is a human?” opening by this act a door for occurrence of a new mind and forcing us humans to cultivate the sense of ourselves in alter dimensions.
    Is this a crack, or am I hallucinating? A crack for a new story? For a fresh tradition? It is through this window of understanding that I draw again the very confidence in what and how I am: an evolutive adventure.

    A crack, for what? Remains the key question

    We do love life and if so we do love the idea of a singularly rushing crack for upturning non-negotiable set-ups.
    And here, exactly here, there is a space, a room, a crack calling for dreamers, visionaries, storytellers, designers, philosophers to step forward and to take this crumbling world of man upon the wings and waves of their tales.
    We love the singularity, the story of the singularity, and as in the beginning and end of days we care for one thing, that which optimizes our singular sensation – that which approximates us to the flow of pure subjectivity in which universals are being born.
    We can call it “A brave mind singularity” as Wildcat put it, and this is after all a narrative we do know intimately. In that extending the moment of now, making the future our home and shaping space, seems for a moment a sane poetry.
    And so when facing the so called fact of being mortal and a possible incoming sense of immortality, I remind my self, that this way or that way I am the same.
    And yet, that sameness when wound deep within the emerging contemporary mind wave, that distilled sense, yields the very freedom to embrace, to partake, in a life, which becomes no more and no less then art.

    Towards a unified horizon?

    In simple terms, either we make this emerging future our home, our Polytopia, or we will most probably slow the realization of our visions and diverge from where the flow at the edges of humanity is gathering and pointing.
    This way or that a new platform of initial conditions of being, with less and less limiting factors, will eventually arise, somewhere.
    It is a process of re-birth we should adapt to, shaping our edge in relation, while creating our location in correspondence.
    It seems an inevitable matter of time that we make this radical intersection as a fitting medium for our minding. Extending our playground to include that intersection and the mind-wave that corresponds with it… and allow ourselves a re-birth.

    And so I open eyes to a landing perspective, and once more my reflection is, that the amazing thing about the singularity, the Story of the singularity that is, is in the way it affects us.
    And from this landing perspective the singularity indeed has already happened. We are now at the first stage of the post mind singularity era and the curve of accelerating change is indeed accelerating but the context of it happening, aside of technology, is us and the mind of us.

    The Singularity Has Indeed Already Happened

    And so, in a manner of speaking this is my Montevideo, with which I begin to count anew my log.
    16:55/6/11/08/ PSE*

    *PSE: Post Singularity Era

    Thu, Nov 6, 2008  Permanent link
    Categories: future, Singularity, art, Polytopia
    Sent to project: Polytopia
      RSS for this post
      Promote (18)
      Add to favorites (13)
    Synapses (3)