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i am an eXperiment. a Syncopated word & image coLLage imported from Our minD sEnse-thoUght collective stream. a trial 2 eXpress the aRhythmia & the off beat that lies in-betwEEn the bond made of: imAge narrative & senSation. an aEsthetic act and aim of WondeR in the search for a CRaCK. as for if anything eXists at all it exisTs i n - b e T w e e n.
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    Featuring Powers of Ten by Charles and Ray Eames, based on an idea by Kees Boeke.






    One often thinks of seeing as a completely natural activity – your eyes open, there is the world in front of you, you’re not doing anything, just seeing. But what the studio and the process of making images demonstrates is that the activity of seeing is about constructing the world, constructing coherence… We are very involved in building coherence, in taking fragments that come from all places and acting as if there is a single coherent narrative.











    text : William Kentridge
    images : William Kentridge, a South African artist best known for animated films based on charcoal drawings, he also works in prints, books, collage, sculpture, and the performing arts.
    Fri, Aug 10, 2012  Permanent link

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    No visible would have been visible the way it is, without the supportive powers and reassuring echoes of a whole of an invisible, that in pertinence, allows the first to appear the way it appears.
    This whole of an invisibility is often found to be more wide & wild than what we dare see.











    text : Anonymous
    film : "Veronique Doisneau" (2004), a 37min film directed by Jerome Bel and Pierre Dupouey.
    In her last performing night, Veroniqu Doisneau, a twenty years 'corps de ballet' dancer, at the Paris Opera Ballet, is recounting her life & intimate experiences as a 'sujet' dancer, never to become a star. This is part 1of 4. (you may find all 4 parts on this page)

    Tue, Jun 19, 2012  Permanent link

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    Reflection 1

    But now science, incited by its powerful delusion, speeds on inexorably right to its limits, at which point the optimism hidden in the essence of logic fails. For the circumference of the circle of science has an infinity of points, and while it is still impossible to see how that circumference could ever be completely measured, nevertheless the noble, talented man, before the middle of his life, inevitably comes up against some border point on that circumference, where he stares at something which cannot be illuminated. When, at this point, he sees to his horror how logic turns around on itself and finally bites its own tail, then a new form of knowledge breaks through, the acknowledgement of the tragic, which in order merely to be endured,requires art as a protector and healer.

    Reflection 2


    Is pessimism necessarily the sign of collapse, destruction, and disaster, of the exhausted and enfeebled instinct, as it was among the Indians, as it is now, to all appearances, among us “modern” peoples and Europeans? Is there a pessimism of the strong? An intellectual inclination for what in existence is hard, dreadful, angry, and problematic, emerging from what is healthy, from overflowing well being, from living existence to the full? Is there perhaps a way of suffering from the very fullness of life, a tempting courage of the keenest sight which demands what is terrible, like an enemy—a worthy enemy—against which it can test its power, from which it will learn what “to fear” means?







    This Quote-Collage was composed by Spaceweaver which kindly agreed to be a guest of honor on this page (at least 4 this single time, at this collective space .... -) many Thanks.


    image : Yves Klein, at the Guggenheim museum Bilbao.
    text : Friedrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy, 1872. (translation by Ian Johnston, 2000).
    video : sound & video artist Ryoji Ikeda, Data Matrix, Live at the Sonar, 2010.

    Mon, Jun 11, 2012  Permanent link

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    To me, it seems a
    dreadful
    indignity
    to
    have
    a soul 
controlled
    by
    geography.









    
text : George Santayana
    image & music : Piers Faccini, Tribe, from the album My Wilderness, 2011.
    Thu, May 10, 2012  Permanent link

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    The image .... always has the last word.



    But I never looked like that! - How do you know? What is the ‘you’ you might or might not look like? Where do you find it - by which morphological or expressive calibration? Where is your authentic body? You are the only one who can never see yourself except as an image; you never see your eyes unless they are dulled by the gaze they rest upon the mirror or the lens (I am interested in seeing my eyes only when they look at you): even and especially for your own body, you are condemned to the repertoire of its images.









    text : Roland Barthes, Barthes by Barthes, 1977.
    image+video : Sigalit Landau, DeadSee, 2005.

    Sat, May 5, 2012  Permanent link

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    O, what a world of unseen visions and heard silences, this insubstantial country of the mind! What ineffable essences, these touchless rememberings and unshowable reveries! And the privacy of it all! A secret theater of speechless monologue and prevenient counsel, an invisible mansion of all moods, musings, and mysteries, an infinite resort of disappointments and discoveries. A whole kingdom where each of us reigns reclusively alone, questioning what we will, commanding what we can. A hidden hermitage where we may study out the troubled book of what we have done and yet may do. An introcosm that is more myself than anything I can find in a mirror. This consciousness that is myself of selves, that is everything, and yet is nothing at all - what is it? 
And where did it come from? 
And why?














    text : Julian Jaynes, from the Introduction to his book:
    "The Origin of Consciousness in the Break-down of the Bicameral Mind".
    image : Tabaimo
    video : Tabaimo's Teleco-Soup, La Biennale di Venezia, 2011.
    a multimedia installation composed of surreal animation, drawing hands and architectural objects.
    more videos of her work : Furo (with Batsheve Dance Company), Kitchen, Japanese Bath house.


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    Q: Do you think your films are weird?

    A: I think 2b alive is weird.
    2 have hands, 2 have fingers - is weird.
    You don't realize is weird? ....
    2 have a prick, balls, asshole, 2 eat and 2 shit - is weird, so weird.
    2 go inside that (body) .....
    Inside that, I am not that.
    Inside that I have no nationality.
    Inside that, I have no age. I have no name.
    I am not a man.
    And I am not a human being.
    Inside, i am other things, I don't know what I am but I am not that (touches his own body).
    t'is weird .... t'is ... weird.
    If that is weird, so 2 make pictures is weird.







    quote : Alejandro Jodorowsky
    image : Syncopath, Mannequin shop in TLV.
    video : an interview in BBC Collective
    + a short excerpt from his 1973 cult film The Holy Mountain.
    Wed, Mar 28, 2012  Permanent link

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    a tragedy consists of the same elements as a comedy -
    that is,
    the twenty-four letters of the alphabet.











    text : Aristotle, Metaphysics.
    video clip : Tom Waits, Satisfied, Bad as Me, 2011.
    Tom Waits about this song in an interview:
    "It's just a shout out. I was just caught up in the moment. And then making it kind of an answer to "Satisfaction": "Can't get no satisfaction... my ass, you can't get no satisfaction!" So that was just being refuckulous. It's an evangelical litany of life affirmations."
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    I have nothing to say about love.















    quote : Jacques Derrida
    image : "In the Mood for Love", Kar Wai Wong, 2000.
    video : from "Derrida" documentary, 2002.
    Sat, Mar 3, 2012  Permanent link

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    If the doors of perception were cleansed
    every thing would
    appear
    to
    man
    as
    it
    is,
    infinite.












    text : William Blake
    from: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1793)
    photo : Syncopath, Bela Bartok House Museum, Budapest.
    video clip : The Legend of 1900 (last scene dialogue, the pianist tells his friend how the finite 88 keys of the piano served him as a source for infinite music making which he is ....)
    Mon, Feb 27, 2012  Permanent link

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