“In ancient Greek mythology a river separated the living from the dead. The only event which any human can know is the one event he or she can’t perceive, that he or she must die. Last night I dreamt I was swimming through an ocean. Swimming through an ocean is feeling pleasure. If the only event I can know is death, that is dream or myth, dream and myth must be the only knowing I have. What, then, is this ocean?”— Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless, p. 55.
Bonita Bub, “Why do i only date Germans and/or Austrians?”, steel and marine canvas, dimensions variable, TCB, Melbourne, 2016 Photography by Keiren Seymour
Bonita Bub, Hilux, powder-coated zinc anneal, mild steel rod, canvas and cord, 140 x 20 x 140cm, Knulp, Sydney 2015. (Photography by Jessica Maurer)
Niki Neelova, Untitled (folded studio) 2015
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Virginia Overton, Untitled (Convex), 2011
Alighiero Boetti - Writing with Both Hands, 1970, Photo by Paulo Mussat Sartor
…the machine is a stranger to us; it is a stranger in which what is human is locked in, unrecognized, materialized and enslaved, but human nonetheless. The most powerful cause of alienation in the world of today is based on misunderstanding of the machine.
—Simondon, G. (1980). On the Mode of Existence of Technical Objects, (June). p.11 (via fuckyeahdialectics)
Olga Balema
At Croy Nielsen
Dylan’s lost it - maybe, 2014
Paris, Texas (1984)