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Ωhms & Ωhmens Ohms & Ohmens Ωhms & Ωhmens
The orientation of humanity can be considered as organic entities of electrical currents, from above the city scape and below on the ground - these synaptic grid like systems conduct and connect us to one another - we may try to block one another from passing, but there are ways to subvert of override the route - butting their heads against the veins of a blockage, or a barricade. Why would one want to try such difficult passages when the routes in life can be so fluent and solid. Why add friction to an already seemingly efficient current.
Through the creation of sculptures, assemblages and installations I have tried to create zones which are populated by excess amounts of objects, bound tenuously together in precarious synthetic string. A population of excess mundanity - these objects work gravitationally together to balance themselves into a form of equilibrium. In it’s abundance - equality becomes key, a dichotomy of positive and negative - a stasis of apathy or non movement.
Light has become a recurring factor in my work. as I use it to mark the space, to create a zone. An environment of charged energies which rub up against one another, which have the potential possibility to produce a friction both negative and positive.
The duality of readings, or the dual aspect to every argument ends in a static still stalemate where opposing conversations and subjective opinions end up into one cyclical argument. Last friday I vomited over my dinner plate, amidst conversation about the Israeli and Palestinian conflict in comparison to the horrendous score of the Brazil vs Germany match 7–1. I had too much to drink, a tobacco rush and was vehemently grossed out by our position to discuss with such conviction topics that were so far away with our limited mediated knowledge. Then the food came, coupled with the oily smell of the Thai food and the sheer nausea of privilege I threw up. Where do these conversations go, if not just to show a gesture of empathy towards a group of people or political awareness over polite dinner conversations…
The static. The charge of the installation - is it in momentary stasis. How can these items become charged, or move into a moment of transference - of the positive and the negative, the pull and duality of every possible argument. Is this why the objects are suspended, held still for a moment - like floating words in the present which are there to be observed, to be reflected upon and to be interrogated?
Resistivity. Electrical resistance. Volume resistivity...if we make the ohm high then it’ll disconnect the power circuitry.
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Came together to create these islands of thoughts, an assemblage or collage of ideas which float on an island marked out by light.
The coil around the inner tubings. The currents that run deeply into the system, and internal fabrics. How to remove the static - a pause. They’re quiet noisy pauses, or collections of cultural assemblages
The projections, electrical currents, magnetic pulls - governing forces and opposing ones. To distill it and suspend it to make it visible
Waalid Raad - The Atlas Group
a momentary stasis, suspend my gesture ]hold my words[ my commitment supported by our structures
The projections, electrical currents, magnetic pulls - governing forces and opposing ones. To distill it and suspend it to make it visible
the hand held with the lightest sense of touch holding the stunted intimacy of the connection --- by and by yours abide
The coil around the inner tubings. The currents that run deeply into the system, and internal fabrics. How to remove the static - a pause. They’re quiet noisy pauses, or collections of cultural assemblages
a momentary stasis, suspend my gesture ]hold my words[ my commitment supported by our structures
mid zones divided borderline
File:Midzones and borderlines.png
The air charged itself with its stillness,
the rotations of their world began to mobilise and their populated worlds slowly reawakened
in response to the long and carefully co-ordinated tasks that lay ahead.
The cogs, and well invested lubricated constructions of their agreements began to move swiftly and slowly towards its creation. - frederick jameson. The commission for the year 2000 - The jetsons.
