However, we can never actually reach it, since each side would need to have zero length, which would give us a dot.
However you count, you always start with 1. Then, just like a computer would count, in my mount design we go to 2 (2-sided – flat) flat screen monitors hanging by arms which are attached to a 4-sided (square) beam. Each side then bifurcates to create the vertices of an octagonal (8-sided) cross section. In the last piece, similar to what is sometimes seen in diamond cuts, the octagon flows into a 16-sided polygon (the hexadecagon).
At this point, the polygons are almost being perceived as circles.
Finally, the name of the project “Chimæra” comes from the name of a Greek mythical creature that had 2 heads of different animals and a body of a third animal.
Isn’t it strange that at the same time psychological tests ask you if you think commercials, TV and news papers that you see send messages of personal relevance to you, while on the internet commercial ads that are presented to you are actually fine-tuned based on your browsing history.
Do you suppose we are all getting more schizophrenic by any common measure?
Last week I moved to Utrecht, where I installed the furniture I had made in preparation. I was like coming home, pairing up with my great friend The Rem. The great atmosphere helped inspire me to finish a track which has to be mastered better, project 3.19 can be checked in the music section.
In the section “design” some photographs will be placed of the objects I made, in the workshop I will demonstrate works in progress showing you the inviting locations to do it. I love working in the garden, and the weather is excellent for it. Noteworthy blueprints for what I make might be added too.
Right now attention for drawing is a little low, probably because I am focused on making music at the moment. If I am very lucky, The Rem will be cooperating with me to produce a video clip for the track I finish. We are looking into proper techniques for this as well as other ways to work together in a creative synergy.
I would love for him to provide speech material and maybe even field recordings to work with, my vision is to get a 45-60 minute live act completely down. Meanwhile his living quarters are transfor-med into a photo studio.
The lighting in my room is not fantastic because I live on the north side, but I hope to remedy that by making wall-illumination. Almost certainly fabric will be used again, but I want to get more playful with curves and intersecting forms. The photo “all I see is geometry” would indicate that my mind is only capable working with polygons. Yes, a nerd am I, but no I immediately reject that label and wish to keep tickling those boundaries. The subtitle of the site has to be honored after all!
On the first of may I visited a concert by Tim Hecker and Ben Frost. It was simply incredible! The concert was hosted in the Bimhuis which is an extraordinary venue by any means. When my friends and I (one of which I had only met that evening) arrived, it had just started and the place seemed packed. Everyone was sitting down in pitch dark.
We found a place on the ground somewhere, the drones by Tim Hecker were vibrating through the structure of the compound and animated my spine since I was sitting in half lotus. Everything sounded very far away and I could not help meditating in the blackness, lured into a dissociative hole. The music was beautiful and I was not at all disappointed.
Ben Frost would be more of a question mark for us, some commented that he just might not be that interesting, at least in comparison to the soundscapes virtuously painted by Tim Hecker. The only basis I could go on was perhaps one or two tracks from his website which sounded pale and like a dry sigh compared to what would come next. Admittedly, we had moved a little too close to humongous subwoofers but this experience seemed worth making your eardrums bleed ever so slightly.
The performance was mysterious and raw, definitely filled to the brink with a surprising flow and build-up. Mr Frost was supported by another musician (Ches Smith) who we later learned is part of Ceramic Dog, he was an excellent addition. I was aware of ‘noise’ being a high possibility on the menu, ‘experimental’ seemed to inherent and obvious, though for post-minimalism I was not prepared. I will not be so pretentious as to say I understood what sonic alchemy was being practiced there but we all seemed to be brainwashed and utterly mystified for a good hour afterwards. Very innovative! And very special!
One of the things about my recent visit to the German capitol that became emphatically apparent to me, were the differences between east and west. You see, on the east side a gang named the Bloods rules the streets. They crank schlager and sling bratwurst, while repeatedly chanting ‘westseite!!’. All the way on the other half of town thrive the Crips whose attire is colored blue rather than red. The scene lives mostly on street level, probably because the real estate is mainly grey concrete even if there are colorfully painted cardboard cutout facades slapped onto it.
Throughout the city there is an iron curtain draped along the streets that can easily cost you an hour of sunlight a day if you are near enough. I would highly recommend the semi-opaque foil that grants people privacy in their own home over curtains.
Shopping in Berlin is not that great, walking in a straight line I gradually transitioned from things I did not want to things I could not afford. In any case, it is dangerous to get gang branded without your own knowledge. You might be at peril getting involved in color wars. You do not want to be advertising inadvertently or be subliminally messaged yourself into drinking more ‘weißbier’ than you can handle.
I recommend the zoo. It is an excellent place to observe the exact same animals found in many other zoos around the world. Observing other tourists back to back is obligatory though since it completes the framework of an animal seen in an alien habitat. I was fond of the hogs that competed for territory and the holes they dug while struggling. This is typically German, or so I am told.
Travelling the subways is a pleasure indeed. What better way is there to simulate a bratwurst traversing your intestinal tract? It may smell a little quirky, sometimes sounds of indetermi-nable origin are heard, people excuse themselves and everyone looks the other way. And finally you are grateful when you turn out to exit the right place.
The image used to create the mixed media work “Positron Elegant” below on the left is that of a cloud chamber (or Wilson / bubble chamber). Another example is shown on the right.
As part of experiments in physics a chamber is filled with matter like heated liquid hydrogen, then charged particles are introduced and the liquid is put in a metastable state. When they fly around the chamber, they form the seed for tiny bubbles that expand in size over time.
This way the trajectories can be shown for for instance electrons, and the effect magnetic fields have when they are applied. Opposite particles dance around synchronized in mirroring paths.
Carbonated drinks or a pan of water near boiling point exhibit similar effects if you dance around in them with metal cutlery, scraping the sides. Bubbles always form where they have the most ‘grip’, using static surface forces to begin separation between phases, gas and liquid.
Figure skaters slide over the ice with minimal friction, though if they want to want to launch a successful jump they need to grip tightly at one point to build up momentum before releasing to effervesce their excellence.
The sun is finally breaking through. After months of negotiation the rays now fly freely through the crisp air and land softly on my face. Then caress my skin, slap me around a little and leave me with a warm red cheek. I close my eyes, then I close hers as well. Our cores thaw and it becomes obvious by the showing condensation on our foreheads. There is nothing left to do but smile. Her smile is exceptionally beautiful and it makes me feel a wildly tumbling washing machine in my chest. Which is very welcome considering my clothes smell funny.
Her smile becomes mine, then they coincide and are one and the same. The world seems to come to an end…
I need to open my eyes now because I am behind the wheel of a moving car. When I turn my head I see the destruction we left behind. There are mangled crimsonred sheep lying everywhere and the scene is a total loss. Honestly it does not look tidy at all. We come to a stop… there’s not a sound in the air now, it is actually a quite peaceful meadow.
I can’t help but think “I would hate to be the one to have to clean this up”. Then we say goodbye and she waves me off. I’m going for a walk but I do not think I will ever be coming back. I am allergic to dead sheep.
So much more is not said then what is. What does that say about us? What does that not say about us? It does not say about us that we are not listening, or that we are not feeling. How should you feel about that? How do you feel? Like you want to say something, then don’t? And then when you haven’t go shout off the rooftops what is unsaid?
Conversely an impossibly large body of things have been said that you and I have never even thought about saying even remotely like it. Would you like to try anyway? Or say that is impossible? As an exercise I welcome you to try on the skin and mind of another person, then saysomething you could have never ever said if you were in your own skin.
Every day we shed our own skin, it’s what makes it dusty at home for one,but I also mean that we are a different person each day. We do things we have never done before and say things that we never said before. We expand into the great unknown of the unsaid and unheard. If people say ‘it’s un-heard of’ and they say it with a particular kind of intonation, that means those people don’t like to be reminded that they shed their skin each day. My advice in such a situation is to vacuum clean the hell out of that persons home and take a dustbuster and suck all the dead skin off and the dirt out of their ears. Then do a quick check if the unheard makes itself heard to them, if it sparks a twinkle in their weary eyes and if they discover themselves that everything is new every day, every single moment even. Especially they themselves.
And every such moment beckons us, prays us to transform potential good, to release worth to the light of day and make the undone done.
Don’t waste time thinking about if something is possible. See if it is.
Also, use more scrub and vacuum clean your room more often.
Sometimes this incredible surge of enthousiasm befalls me, it happens especially in the quiet moments of suspension between one thing and the next. For maybe a thousandth of a second it dissociates me, captivated by the sudden peace. And I see before me all the things that make life good, I feel the love of my parents and friends and the ways I can express myself with little, if any, censorship. The opportunities that make this possible and the exact place in the whole world I happen to be and gratefully so.
It feels ecstatic and only after countless of these episodes of intense enthousiasm have I reflected on it to see what usually happens so fast that it’s even gone before you can realize any detail.
Enthousiasm comes from a conjugation of the Greek ‘entheos’ meaning the god within, or ‘enthousiasmos’, divine inspiration and ‘enthousiazein’, to be inspired or possessed by a god, be rapt, be in ecstasy. Perhaps these days the term is used a little more loosely!
We all feel like doing something often enough, numerous times a day if you are not too unlucky… but to be truly filled with spirit, not in any religious sense, that is quite another league. Feeling so filled to the brink with hope, that is a gift. And while I have days of heavy and don’t walk on sunshine by default, those are the reminders that eventually when it all comes down to it… it’s all worth it.