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<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;"> The previous project I worked on,  
<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;"> The previous project I worked on, [[COBBLED AND CURSED]] - started from the notion that a work of literature is a piece of architecture that in principle can be entered from any point. Severing narrative from structure and structure from narrative. Semantically, providing dweller with dwelling for open ended drifting, with window and door opening inside and outside: there's no outside-text.<ref>Jacques Derrida - The Parergon.</ref> (Not to be interpreted as: there is no outside-culture)
[[User:Trashpuppy/Cobbled_and_Cursed|COBBLED AND CURSED]] - an artist book composed of free verse poetry and photography, started from the notion that a work of literature is a piece of architecture. Equally with a heart and spine. With corridors that lead into one another and windows opening up onto the outside. The book was closely connected to embodiment and memory. Both artificial and constructed memory remembered with equal clarity. In this way, what I erected between the walls of the cover was a bloody building of body. A map of the dusty attic of a brain.
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So, while perceiving literature as a building, a construct, I also perceive the body as such. Not only in the sense that I perceive architecture as an apt metaphor for our bodies. It goes a bit beyond this.
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<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;"> While perceiving literature as a building, a construct, I also perceive architecture as an apt metaphor for the body. Equally constructed, a compartment with dominant forms and desired traits. Here, ending up with a triad all tangle of things - text, building and body. Buildings with heart and spine, a text with a body stitched from language and the body with windows to the soul. The analogies are endless. Endlessly tagging along symbolic ballast: a door is never just a door. It always opens and closes onto something.
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Upon moving to Rotterdam I was overwhelmed by the speed at which the urban formula was stamped out of the ground. One day the street was all broken up. The pavement torn open to show a multitude of tubes all tangled in dirt. The next day there was no trace. Everything was neatly patched up again. It made me think of surgery, the soft tissue and bones poking out, exposed. With the difference that the human skin is less reptilian. Past traces much more visible than on the city as a palimpsest (Teju Cole - Open City). Aside from the fact that I was somewhat astounded by the speed and invisibility (in some of the cases, in the contrary to the high buildings erected) of these altercations, it also felt extremely violent to me but it was home in me.
Upon moving to Rotterdam I was overwhelmed by the speed at which the urban formula was stamped out of the ground. One day the street was all broken up. The pavement torn open to show a multitude of tubes all tangled in dirt. The next day, no trace. Everything was neatly patched up again. It made me think of surgery, the soft tissue and bones poking out, exposed. I was somewhat astounded by the speed and invisibility (in some of the cases, in the contrary to the high buildings erected) of these altercations. The city functions as a [[User:Trashpuppy/Palimpsest|<span style="font-family:Courier ;">palimpsest]]. The visibility of the trace depends on <br><br>the depth of drilling - <br><br>
::<span style="font-family:courier new, courier, monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;">and time <br><br>Is our time one of excavation or smoothing over?
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Aside from speed there was force <br><br> images of construction moved in through windows to come down with a cracking punch in the
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<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:rgb(183,183,183); font-size:100%;"><center><i>"For that is the terrible thing, that I did recognise it. <br> I recognise everything here, and that's why it goes right through me: it is at home in me" (p. 48)<ref>Maria Rainer Rilke - The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge.</ref></center></I>
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Malte in Rilke's The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge (1910) walks through Paris and comes across a building with it's back ripped off.
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<span style="font-family:courier new, courier, monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;"> Collection of piercing images collected over the last couple of months. Initially intended as stills in a short film. Not sure if I still will
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<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:rgb(183,183,183); font-size:100%;"><center><i>"For that is the terrible thing, that I did recognise it. <br> I recognise everything here, and that's why it goes right through me: it is at home in me" (p. 48)</center></i>
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To me, there is a link between construction sites and the construction and de-construction of the human body. The element of violence, the giving brith to something and in the process killing off possibilities.
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<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;"> Collection of piercing images, compiled over the last couple of months. Initially wanted to interject these into a film, not sure if I will.
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A construction site, interpolating between demolition and creation, rubble and debris, reminds of the remaining site of construction. The human body <br>
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<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;"> I have been working on a short video compiled from found footage. Combining footage from medical archives, Dutch news archives and home videos, this method fits with my overall artistic approach that often relies on the reworking and remixing of found materials. Central is this before mentioned analogy between the construction site and the construction of the body.
<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:white; font-size:100%;"> I have been working on a short video compiled from found footage. It combines footage from medical archives, Dutch news archives and home videos. The method fits with my overall artistic approach that often relies on the reworking and remixing of found materials. I wanted to experiment with moving image and sound. I have recorded a lot of sounds of construction sites around Rotterdam. The structure of the video now juxtaposes images of the body, for bow primarily hands, with construction.  
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The body as a constant witness. You experience the world through a being in the world in a body. A city you experience through being in your body in the embodiment of a city, architecture
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[[File:Screen Shot 2021-02-10 at 18.21.56.png|300px|left]]<span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:rgb(183,183,183); font-size:100%;"> <center><i>How to make a construction site as intimate as the human body? <br> <br><span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color: white; font-size:100%;">Or<br><br> <span style="font-family:courier new,courier,monospace; color:rgb(183,183,183); font-size:100%;">How to make the human body as alienated as a construction site?</center></i>
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Latest revision as of 10:24, 26 March 2021

TEXT AS ARCHITECTURE

The previous project I worked on, COBBLED AND CURSED - started from the notion that a work of literature is a piece of architecture that in principle can be entered from any point. Severing narrative from structure and structure from narrative. Semantically, providing dweller with dwelling for open ended drifting, with window and door opening inside and outside: there's no outside-text.[1] (Not to be interpreted as: there is no outside-culture)

TRIAD

While perceiving literature as a building, a construct, I also perceive architecture as an apt metaphor for the body. Equally constructed, a compartment with dominant forms and desired traits. Here, ending up with a triad all tangle of things - text, building and body. Buildings with heart and spine, a text with a body stitched from language and the body with windows to the soul. The analogies are endless. Endlessly tagging along symbolic ballast: a door is never just a door. It always opens and closes onto something.

Upon moving to Rotterdam I was overwhelmed by the speed at which the urban formula was stamped out of the ground. One day the street was all broken up. The pavement torn open to show a multitude of tubes all tangled in dirt. The next day, no trace. Everything was neatly patched up again. It made me think of surgery, the soft tissue and bones poking out, exposed. I was somewhat astounded by the speed and invisibility (in some of the cases, in the contrary to the high buildings erected) of these altercations. The city functions as a palimpsest. The visibility of the trace depends on

the depth of drilling -

and time

Is our time one of excavation or smoothing over?


Aside from speed there was force

images of construction moved in through windows to come down with a cracking punch in the

gut

hitting on something


"For that is the terrible thing, that I did recognise it.
I recognise everything here, and that's why it goes right through me: it is at home in me" (p. 48)[2]



BUILDINGS AS BODIES

Collection of piercing images collected over the last couple of months. Initially intended as stills in a short film. Not sure if I still will




A construction site, interpolating between demolition and creation, rubble and debris, reminds of the remaining site of construction. The human body

housing, a similar violence

Giving birth

gives death

to alternate outcome

FOUND FOOTAGE FILM

I have been working on a short video compiled from found footage. Combining footage from medical archives, Dutch news archives and home videos, this method fits with my overall artistic approach that often relies on the reworking and remixing of found materials. Central is this before mentioned analogy between the construction site and the construction of the body.

Screen Shot 2021-02-10 at 18.21.56.png
How to make a construction site as intimate as the human body?

Or

How to make the human body as alienated as a construction site?


The body as a constant witness. You experience the world through a being in the world in a body. A city you experience through being in your body in the embodiment of a city, architecture

  1. Jacques Derrida - The Parergon.
  2. Maria Rainer Rilke - The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge.