Una chiacchiera a tre all’interno del palinsesto curato da Fabio Bruno su “Radio Antidoto”, una iniziativa di radio streaming partita durante la pandemia di COVID-19 e gia’ oramai al primo mese di trasmissione.
Parlano in diretta Fabio, che conduce e guida il discorso, Cristina e Federico.
Si parla di Rigenerazione, Architetture, Trasformatorio, Farm Cultural Park, Estetica del gia’ sentito, drammaturgia orizzontale e del master “Urban Regeneration 2019” offerto dallo IUAV di Venezia.
il copyleft della puntata e’ di Fabio Bruno, che va ringraziato
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So far the radio project has pushed quite a lot of hours of content.
To put up the archive will be done, but be sure we are trying to record everything.
Cristina Marras as well is producing for her segment a “memory” from the plague moment and is collecting recordings with the answers to her questions as following:
a. The first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning is …
b. The first thing I do when I get up in the morning is …
c. Usually in the afternoon …
[tell us what you usually do in the afternoon – this and everything in brackets you must not read :)]
d. The saddest moment of the day is …
[tell us what the saddest moment of the day is for you]
is. The happiest moment of the day is …
[tell us what the happiest moment of the day is for you]
f. Usually after dinner, before going to bed …
[tell us what you usually do after dinner and / or before going to bed]
g. My last thought before falling asleep is …
you find more info (and italian) here:
For the the effort so far, a reminder of what we have done:
JOLLY: in particolari momenti di DISgrazia potremmo tutti ospitare radio cybernet live che non ha un posto preciso nel palinsesto
NB da oggi la URL per trovare lo stream e’: http://radio.dyne.org/trasformatorio.mp3
You can ear radio antidoto LIVE here: [player id=3205]
(IT) Questo è un pezzo che ho prodotto la prima volta che sono andata in onda su Radio Antidoto. Si chiama ‘Cinque cose’ ed è una lista di cinque cose che mi piacciono e cinque che non mi piacciono. Tra le cose che non mi piacciono, conservare qualcosa per un sacco di tempo e accorgermi che ti serve due girni dopo che finalmente ho deciso di buttarlo. Tra le cose che mi piacciono, l’odore della salsedine uscendo dall’aereo che è appena atterrato a Cagliari e mio padre, che quando ero bambina mi leggeva brani dall’Apocalisse prima di andar a dormire.
(EN) This is a tiny piece that I produced for my first program on Radio Antidoto. It’s called ‘Five Things’ and it is a list of five things that I like and five things that I do not like. Among the things that I do not like there are those who play humble to fish for compliments and realising that you do need something that you have kept for a long time, two days after you have finally decided to thrown it away. Among those that I like, the smell of sea exiting the plane that just landed in Cagliari, my hometown, and remembering my father who used to read us passages from the Apocalypse before going to bed.
The Documentation of Trasformatorio 2018-2019 actions in Giampilieri is a difficult and time consuming task.
The action of 2018, when 35 artists arrived in the small village hit by catastrophe 9 years before became a turning point for our experience and our methodological awareness.
A lot of thinking went into the process of collecting the stories, cataloguing the artworks, going over opposition and misunderstandings, participating to events launched by the community autonomously after our intervention
We are working to the publication of our vast documentation from Trasformatorio. It deserves work. So far we need to publish the complete list of participants to 2018 edition.
NB: Kintsugi Kintsugi (金継ぎ, “golden joinery”), also known as Kintsukuroi (金繕い, “golden repair”), is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, a method similar to the maki-e technique. As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.
A village in the south of mediterranean part of a big city forgets his territory; for half a century land burns and becomes unproductive and underpopulated
a terrible landslide in october 2009 claims the dead and then, to put everything in safety, a river of concrete poured in to frame the cut and emprison the mountain above
For those who stay, those that go away, the ghosts and the empty houses
Samuele Albani musician media artist (RSM) Ludovica Avetrani (ITA) August Black Radio artist (USA) Monica Cannillo textile restorer (ITA) Martina Caronna dancer performer (ITA) Ezio Cicciarella sculptor (ITA) Giulia Della Valle sound artist, videomaker(ITA) Irene Domingues dancer visual artist (ESP) Claire Ducene visual artist (BEL) Teal Gaure TG media artist (HUN) Ahmed Helmy filmaker, visual artist (EGY) Ilya Kuzubov visual artist (RUS) Mikko Laajola (FIN) Aleksandr Menukhov visual artist (RUS) Rossella Midili photographer (ITA) Rosa Mundi (ITA) Emmanuel Ndefo dancer (NGA) Jana Nunich visual artist (SVN) Eva Polare (ITA) Mose Previti writer (ITA) RE Visual Artist, Painter (ITA) Jerneja Rebernak visual artist (SVN) Louis Rodil Fernandes media artist (NLD) Iwona Rozbiewska performer, visual artist (POL) Rosaria Sfragara actress (ITA) Cristiano Siri dancer performer (ITA) Nino Triolo visual artist printmaker (ITA) Azahara Ubera dancer, hybrid artist(ESP) Hans (Hansko) Visser Composer (NL) Gabriele “Asbesto” Zaverio Multimedia Artist (ITA)
Federico Bonelli (IT/NL) Giuseppe Morgana (coordination) Monika Schwenk (Cook) Antonio Cardubbo (runner) Rita Valeriano (assistant)
Donatella Manganaro Marco Minutoli Antonino Bonfiglio Michela Barnà Andrea e Caterina Lando Irene Bottari Alessandra Bottari Antonio Micali Francesco Micali Francy Stefano Restuccia Paolo Restuccia
Federico Alagna Pier Paolo Zampieri Alessandra Mammoliti Maria Teresa Zagone
Roberto De Luca
About the first part of the residency of RE in the Nederlands
Amsterdam 17-30 September
RE arrived in time at Shipol Airport with a flight from Catania. She is a blonde woman, she is born sicilian and is bilingual sicilian-german from her mother side. She has acedemy of arts background, a direct way of dealing with all kind of people and a very strong will. She has developed her talent in the years after her diploma with stubborn focus and hard will. She is ready for The Nederland and she looks around.
When I finally got, after many years, the chance of organising residencies in Amsterdam I had no doubt that the first one had to be her.
We know each other since around 2013. We shared together the experience of the first trasformatorio lab and with her companion Giuseppe Morgana they have been the backbone of the last two labs made in sicily and one of the reasons of their success.
But I wanted to have RE here, as first of we hope many artists we can present and introduce properly to the dutch public,for artistic reasons.
RE does not work from a concept. She has many sources of inspiration in wich she dives with in depth fascination but this is not the core of her effectiveness. She works the concept through, like a path to a place were something has to happen, like a folk story, like a misguiding suggestion from a crook. Her thought becomes first action and matter and color, at last, like in a magic mirror finds a name.
In the years I have learned that her art has forms, a necessity, is grounded into coherence and consistency but no words are necessary before the action to realise it. RE channels impressions through her rich palette of media and asks the world to say the last word on the result. Her titles are then a good closing act for the effort, and come from her preliminary fascinations, but as in a ritual they are results. Touches of a bell or of a gong, to dispell the force she kept a bay. Yet there is nothing automatic in her doing.
Often her pieces are left to the environment while in the process of making. She did a bit the same in my studio last week, using rain and dust and the drying of the layers braking up. Found substances, that are inclobated in the colors are often incompatible chemically, they cross with unpredictable effects and sometimes I find myself surprised that she knows how to fix them, in unexpected moments, addig one substance or another to the mix. Images gets imagined then, growing layer by layer, by the gesture and feedback with her mind and the atmosphere in the room: RE acting in light trance hanging over the piece and images forming and disappearing in the process.
She works with a fascination, an idea, often for months. And then mixes incompatible chemicals and strange substances directly on the support, touching it, with long brushes or the fingers, using all kind of found material, plants, lacks, soap, glue. The piece “emerges” from her actions like a small wonder.
I saw her paintin in her big house atelier in Milazzo, in front of the Eolian island in the province of Messina with similar intensity and cromatic effectiveness.
It has been in this days a great pleasure to work out in my studio near the Wateringshaans, taken by philosophical thoughts, encounters, found objects and my apparently casual looks in the evening when I would pass to see how she was doing.
Avidly, incessantly, she transformed what she found, in the way we have learned together to do and produced 3 very good pieces as a preparation, a worm up, for the rest of the stay, in Groningen, organised by Hans “Hansko” Visser and the Ceda and Olgica Foundation.
Presentation of her woork in Groningen is scheduled for Sunday 13th of October, from 15.00 onwards, with live/life-boat-instant-composed-music by carefully selected improvisers.
As far as presenting the whole of the work we will try to get a good spot, so all interested people are invited to come.
As Hansko says, “we will have bread and wine”
So I should not forget to give you all a bit of links and context here they are:
Trasformatorio Residencies are an effort to make artists that participated in Trasformatorio site specific lab, in particular those coming from south mediterranean areas to come to present their work in the Nederland. We think the best way to introduce them is to ask the artists to make new work using our studios as prime matter.
We are activelly looking for partnerships.
Contact Federico (email@example.com) if you like to participate or help.
In 2019 we got into a great adventure.
The place was Giampilieri, a small village hidden between the sea and the mountain in the metropolitan aarea of Messina, Sicily.
Artists from all over the world, gathered there at the last minute for the Trasformatorio lab had the chance to know the people, the stories, the troubles and the incredible vitality of the village. It has been a great ride.
Tomorrow is going to be a recurrence of 10 years from the tragic events that has filled with sorrow the harts and with scars the landscape.
I am sure there will be time to think and mourne and celebrate. Our friends will be glad to know we stand with them, happy to see now soo many traces of Giampilieri in our work since and of our work in the new directions you all took. The whole village is keeping transforming, with his own colors and energies, and is inimmaginable and moving.
There is a lot of love to share for the living in Giampilieri. And we will make more road together of this we are all sure.
Please accept again, as memory of the part we shared, of the walks, of the sounds, of the stories, of the visions and the laughter, of the tears and the smiles, our biggest hug.
the whole of Trasformatorio
Sept 30 2019
Flown in from the volcanic center of the Mediterranean to the northern comforts RE is in Amsterdam for the first FORLMAL Trasformatorio residency out of Sicily.
The concept is developed in connection with Hansko Visser, Dierk Roosen and NDSM Treehouse but, since the venue in north of Central Station is a bit late opening, is taking place for now in FBP studio: in Marcusstraat 52.
RE will start exploring and transforming starting out from the themes available in the dying cultural landscape of heavily gentrified Amsterdam, starting from sowers and garbage as a good artist should. So far we attempted the rescue of a huge rat and failed, found a behive of dead bees abandoned below a luxe condo and noted the brand new Lotus parked in its garage.
RE will move at the end of the month to Groningen for a 2 week intensive transformation organised by Hansko Visser named temporarily ” modern icons for the non-saintly, floating” and realise a more complex work for the northern city.
During her work in A-town you can reach her via fredd: consider donations in old windows and good stories.
The opening of her exposition in guerrilla gallery “Pilot” on the canal of the Spilsluizen in Groningen will be on Sunday 13th of October, from 15.00 onwards, with live/life-boat- instant-composed-music by carefully selected famous improvisers.
A beautiful gift to the town, to celebrate its last horeca-free zone!(dutch for gentrified leisure)
We will have bread and wine.
For more information
The novelty is real.
The foundation “the Treehouse” and dyne.org agreed to join in a communal experiment around the NDSM treehouse, a new temporary studio space in noord amsterdam. It will be part of a wider research and experimental setup that involve this space and aims to create and enforce communal creation and social art projects.
Very down to earth: income generated by the shows, the bar, the parties and overall the artistic program will go in a separate pot from the rent of the space. This pot that will be completely controlled by an autonomous assembly of the artists that will co design the space rules. And it will be allowed by dyne.org.
Every profit from coffee or beer drinked in the space will go back into sustaining the production of the emergent artistic scene guested by the house. This experiment will rely on an internal digital currency co-designed with the first renters of the spaces within a small pilot for EU CAPPSI project “Commonfare”.
So far for the laylines of the event. But were does this come from and how we managed to be part of it?
In the early 2k’s NDSM used to be a home for Amsterdam’s alternative scene. A former shipyard in a remote part of town. You had to cross the harbour to get there, and bike a good 30 minutes from Central Station. In the area a commistion of freaks, squatters, artists and teathermakers were building stages, machines, scrapyard sculptures. Ravers were populating that space as a TAZ (Temporary Autonomous Zone) and amid scrap you could find interesting artists, stoned faces of students and party people and antisocial cyberpunks in improvised saunas.
All this before this space, as any space in the city, followed the path of the methodic gentrification. Amsterdam is now populated by copies of the original scene, sanitized and rendered less obtrusive, fruible to the mass of the coffee standbyer turism. And moreover “pictoresque” enough to attract urban development.
NDSM zone is now one big reconfigurable space for the Creative Industries, temathic festivals and roadshows were forever young people are lured have a “nice time” in the sun.
Criticism for the capitalistic drive of modern life set aside and in all this landscape a foundation imagined and operated by two members of the long lost “alternative scene”, decided to set foot for a unusual operation: re-install a space for art production that could welcome artists to a decent fee and attempt to rise a community.
The Treehouse construction is rising as we speack, out of recycled shipping containers and scrapped wooden barraks. Will become in the plans of the builders to be a structure that resembles a crossover between a cyberpunk garbage park and a Cashbah. But has aspirations we want to help out: to be a place for meeting up, for transformation, to catch up and work hard with fellow dreamers. It is maybe a complicated and overarchieving plan we fell into, and this makes it exactly the type of plan that deserves our attention.
The Treehouse will be populated by artists looking for cheap temporary space to develop a project: musicians, visual artists, actors, dancers and open to their collectivizing economy through an experiment in use of digital coin…
This novelty, that should be a tool to identify and protect values shared by the artistic commoners, has been designed by dyne.org in the context of the over mentioned commonfare EU project. Already tested in Santarcangelo Festival last year and up and running in the famigerate art-squat MACAO in Milan.
As well there will be a small teather, a space for showcasing ideas and jamming, a cafe build around a common kitchen/small restaurant and some other fancy addiction to the community activities (and cashflow) still hard to forecast.
Dyne will have its small space, a coin-lab-observatory, hosting various activities in the treehouse village and as well will set up as a space to share ideas through both the co-design activities tied to the last moments of the commonfare project and of future research we will be surely involved, set around the use of complementary currency for value mapping and horizontal organisation.
We will continue to report on it.
As far as dyne-Trasformatorio goes, we plan to help building the community, to prolong the influence of the commonfare project and various activities we already started planning. Something for sure will happen around the next equinox, in collaboration between trasformatorio and this flamboyant artistic co-community of and the artists in our extensive network.
November. Mild climate, border of the west lake in Hangzhou, China. The lake is artificially conjured up to look like a chinese painting of itself. Not in a linear way. The city is one of the oldest of China. But generation after generation, up to the renovation in 2002 of the space along the lake, the imagination has to be fit into reality of a incredible landscape design.
The pagodas, the walk around the lake, the scenery in the mist, all is carefully drawn and painted with human hand.
CAA is the China Academy of Art. It is one of the big institutions of Hangzhou, one of the campuses situated just in front of the lake. Close to the faculty and the conference room I am guested in a comfortable japanese themed hotel, that borders with the Aston Martin and the local Porshe concessionary. I spotted a Lamborghini the first day, startled by the sound of its motor.
Founded in 1928 as the first art academy with complete academic programs in China. Nowadays the academy has expanded its departments and academic teams and has garnered tremendous achievements in the school history. The infrastructure of CAA has improved in unprecedented ways. With Nanshan Campus being finished in 2003, and Xiangshan Campus being fully functional in 2007, covering an area of 1000 hectares and total space of 300,000 square meters, the academy now has three beautiful and well equipped campuses in the cities of Hangzhou and Shanghai.
Founded in September 2010, the School of Intermedia Art has, as its primary educational tenet, to accelerate the development of media technology and to promote experimentation in contemporary art. SIMA supports and expands creativity in a variety of media and through its curriculum explores the relationship between creativity and technology. The School has set its four-dimensional interactive structure around media experiments, artistic creation, cultural study, and curatorial practice. The School directly confronts the issues of modern media, technology and cultural context in its leading edge curriculum.
Professor Huang is a energetic type, with long hair and a dandy look. Has total control of many processes at the same time through a dancng cloud of students and collaborators that follow him. Is very gentle, capable of giving anyone his total attention, and very sharp eye.
My impression of China start from the cab ride from the airport to the center of the city. Hangzhou is a 22 million city, laying ordered around the 45′ ride up to the horizon. Building after building, skyscraper after skyscrper, someone empty most full of ordered activity, in the mist, filling up all the horizon. I think to my 14years old dughter turned vegetarian tree years ago to contribute saving the planet and I cry. Not that she is not right in her will, is that being closer to the crude action of the algorithm of antropocene I am moved by the futility of heroism.
As I set foot in the building I notice the abundance of space and the relative absence of elevators. We climb the stairs. I think about what to do to “wake up” my students of today. The staircase has good acoustics, but the garden is the main stage, and I will get to the main stage. We arrive, early enough to check that it is possible, and the choice is made. The stage of the makeshift theater is occupied by the signs of the hands of the makers of the place. Off axis there is a red door with writings, probably a tribute to revolutionary ideas, and left a huge video installation on a led panel.
Right a blazing yellow Gynko tree in the november sun.
A Gynco tree in autumn, young and growing fragile, in a walled garden where it has been planted for decoration. It is like us. Is a recent tree, that does not define the garden yet. It could if let grow.
Like our visions.
“Captain” Ilya, the guiding organiser in Taipei, sent me a picture of one of such trees, I like to think is the one you used for the workshop by Rob to tell the story of “pervasive computing in sigle identified things of the IoT scenario”.
This tree will grow. And define the space, and turn to gold in the autumn. For many autuns. Or not. Maybe in 100 years will be still standing and enormous, maybe it will. It will survive the story written on the “pop up screen” of the ubiquitous computing nightmare/dream, of urban development, thunderstorms, accidents. For sure it will survive the video screen on the other side. Or maybe will be cut down out during a redefinition of the space, a planned change to turn the park into a parking lot. Or get sick and die. Sure. It stands. Is magnificent and fragile.
Life fabric is not a sign or a sense alone outside a situation, and the situation is fluid. Ideas like trees, stories like trees planted in artificial soil. Stories.
The group is lead outside in silence through the staircase, I ask them to observe and record in their minds. I touch stuff to feel it. I try ecoes with noises or sounds. No emphasis is given. Practical action. We reach the space, we breath, we touch, we acknowledge our capacities of perception, and instead of using a maieutic tactic i just unroll myself my own observations. Falls in Rob with his story of trees in ubiquous computing conferences. Is very relevant. The group is in synch with his words.
He makes me think of the end sentence in “The Name of the Rose” were the dying nihilist storyteller, the monk, Adso from Melk, remembers the sin-full love of his youth, all the life that has passed, the cold touch of old age and and his imminent death and ends with a solitary quote:
Stat rosa pristina nomine; nomina nuda tenemus.
Yesterday’s rose endures in its name; we grasp only the nude names
Umberto Eco had to explain that riddle sentence in the “postille” and kept explaining and be asked about till the end of his life. Up to changing the postille in the last reviewed editon of the book he curated.
That sentence he thinks he has taken from a XII century monk (a real one that wrote in that time) is bigger than him. I am convinced that is that line that made the Name of the Rose a classic.
Is the ostrakon that has the potential of reverting the whole story told so far, and is a riddle. Is, in the inspired words of Rob, the “bug” we strive for and talk about.
Not the “bug” that destroys a theory, or crashes a machine, but the one that makes a classic. A small stone that blocks the mind for a click. The Bug unmasks the background for the real foreground. The found book from wich the story unfolds, in a network of meanings, stands for a man life, for its time political struggle, for meaning of unknown, for flash to be burn.
It is at the same time a meme and a bug. The girl without name, her revenge. The Rose that is not her name (cause it is unknown) yet the name is the only thing that stands.
As all the rest, time and meaning emerges and gets forgotten, the sound of the garden we explored somehow keep re-sounding now in my room in Amsterdam. And that sound is what we should start to design into.
The forest in the night, were the tree as fallen unheard yet, even if his number disappeared from the “whole city dashboard”.
To close my talk to the student I point to the stage of the makeshift teather and after noticing the acoustic I describe a red fish standing there. We all see it.
It is this, the red fish on stage of the silenced theatre of CCP in Hangzou, that everyone seen with his own eyes, different and the same, and no one can ever cook, the matter to the end.
So while I agree with the political sense of calling in the cultural egemony of Gramsci, As Rob magnificently puts it, with the urgency of the “now”, with the scheme of things to be done to re-design the space of the struggle, and the overall sense of the practical application of theory we all share. I feel the need to add something. Subtracting.
Any realist interpretation of antropocene fails to give space to my beloved skepic pharmakon. Attention and enphasis neither have to fall here on the medicine, but on the “love”.
It is the situation were the chanting shaman fails to access the dream and has to bullshit his way out with art.
The idea self of control is a dream, suggested by death grinning’ face. Complex system cannot be controlled forever, precisely or securely. And moreover complex systems will always emerge complex patterns of behaviour unexpectedly. There is more: complex systems cannot be defined cybernetically in a closed way, and the latter is a stone on the grave of many of the monsters of our time. The algorithm will always need to admit undecision. Agency will always need exception, bureaucracy corruption, favour and mercy, the algorithm the virus and the bug. Determinism is a status of a more complex system that can range from order to chaos unforeseeably.
Unforseen is a powerful tool for design!
The generation before the one of these kids in Hangzhou was building very fragile high entropy systems that are impossible to make resilient. Energy flew in the system and through the system but as well outside and despite the system. Fragility is not always a bad thing, but should not made an absolute. They shall design with it.
Other principles are needed, to be resilient, sustainable, multi stakeholder and transparent. Systems that self organise and self heal and more over do not stand in our way when we like to think, sleep or loose time.
Too much fathers in the IoT smartcity bla bla space. We need some mothers. And I giggle and think about the mothers of invention caustic bravado…
I think it was wise to include in the conference a disaster relief expert, even if his solution to that type of complexity he was describing, ina small city struck by disaster, seamed a dreamlike book of instructions fairytale to me. Totally unforgivable in its way of excluding completely both self organising patterns of behaviour and human feelings from the top down approach he presented. And instruction books stay such, even if you write them in algorithms that are to be explored by AI and implemented by robots. Can you let an algorithm decide how much time is allowed to one soul to close forever the eyes of a loved one?
To read the signs as shamans, as sometimes we manage to do, implies to create a screen of possibilities. A screen were the abyss can project its answers back to our questions from above. Were chaos can be a teacher. It will hurt our bodies and our pride as well but it works.
Our lust for death, the wish of self immolation of the egos of the wanna be masters of the youth, seems then (to me at least) only like a sort of totalitarian wish for hipocalypses (a apocalypse that ends anyway in a demented, delusionional act of ridiculous proportions). As the Slavoj Žižek says “we cannot imagine the end of capitalism without the cathegories of the apocalypse”. Is in that such a relief to talk about the future in places like China and Taiwan.
A precious gift to be here now.
Hypocalypse: a fart in the wind announced by thunder and followed by embarassed laughters. In its more grim interpretation the ridiculous demented act of academia that keep dancing on the dead bodies of the real masters like a headless chicken.
Now, set aside the necessary skeptic pill, lets go back to the core of the argument (that has somehow to include the hangover grogginess in our interesting discussion afterparty).
A list of the things I think I understood and I want to pass over in my activities:
What. A epistemologically correct methodology you learn by doing, like the dangerous dance of the shaman and its drumstick. Concepts and tools presented as pieces for a multistakeholder unvealing exercise in dialogue. The situation evolves and only gets recognised but never framed. The algorithm that is enhacted by actors and at teh same time represents them. A trasformator as a art piece, that lives in a real situation and might be bugged. And a lab to study and invent situational awareness and transformations: this is a trasformatorio.
When. Here and now, the space that exist and flows above and below any rational human philosophy. And were, in a way, the bacteria speacks as well as the urban planner and much better then human hubris. Above the “totalitarian state of comfort” is the in between that talks and we have to stop and listen for once.
Who. Things and their inventors and maintenance mechanics, Animals, plants and landscape, the humans with and without agency, those who facilitate, building streets, fixing toilets and maintaining the space of possibilities open. The enxymes of fermentation and putrefaction. The whole fucking spaceship has to talk. “Alarm Captain, maybe we can re-design a new cycle, there is no need anymore of a bridge on planet earth spaceship”.
Why. Because we need to go out and walk like beings and not be kept in the state of minority by an illusion. Is a tutor we have not cultivated and chose ourselve. Big Brother is as death as the Holy Father and its cameras and he’s brain police.
Where. In a wet space that includes the cyber and the flesh, the actuators, the design, the law. The empty space left to nature and art to feed the uncoscious, to the science of the artist and the maker to explore the possible and to the human wisdom to talk reason and chose. Or in stories to tell the next generations around the fire, when they will be learning their place in the world.
In this respect the choice of the chinese government for the signs that fobid behaviours and promise police enforcement of those are made with drawing of friendly puppets is truly revealing.
Ethics is Kantian, morale is the istinct of the flock in every individual…
(Ref:—> Kant, “Beantwortung der Frage: Was ist Aufklärung?”, 1784)
Is it possible, I argue, that the only end of any ethics -were humans and non humans species interact- has to be imagined as a holy nothing, were the fear of the abyss glance brings inevitably to the fratricide brotherhood of the guillotine?
Georg Büchner’s “Danton’s Tod” investigates this paradox brilliantly. Andrzej Wajda in 1981 made a film, “Danton”, from an adaptation of a play by Stanisława Przybyszewska, were there is a scene that fits with the argument I am proposing here. Danton and Roberspierre meet in the prive’ of a restaurant. Danton offers to his ancient comrade a sumptuous dinner. “behind the scenes” a rytual of political “Grand Jeu” is put on scene. Robespierre does not touch food, Danton can only drink wine. The table, that is France, and “wetware” at the same time, is destroyed by Danton that throws away any food the other does not want to touch. A rapid process that evolve quickly and that will destroy them both. Their factions, and the opposite idea of revolution and state will self erase. The attempt to majority of the human spirit ended under the guillotine.
I toy with some questions.
What do we have to know and what will be what we don’t have to know, were will be the balance of those forces?
Who will be the maker that loves hopelessly its creature and can express his sad love with poetry? And what does this code look like? What do we have to design for? And what will be left us to design with?
And moreover what kind of situation-defining enzymes we have to design into the world with our craft? What will make it to an art?
Situation have always been designed to desired effects by wizards. But the real power is in the goddess.
Rituals of power that include all the senses, music, chinesis, intoxicans and visual stimulation and language. Opera and Liturgy.
We will need to unveal and design those as well. And our methodology will be a transparent transformer that evolves the situation in positive productive or destructive cycles. An ebb and flow of information and noise and a short span of time to rest in between.
Memory, dreams, the ever changing flow of the space and time and conscience from situation to the next has to be explored again in unity of human self reflecting action. The four winds set the wood in motion, ready to inspire the secret journey of the fool, contain all the magic of the illusionist and all the wisdom of the whole world that is female and dances naked on the fire.
All this space of design to be scavenged for opportunities and be teathre for gratuitous acts of courage and beauty.
There is a space of unity between tools for awareness, like dowse; tools for constructing complexity and simplicity in economic exchange of values like the SWAPI, and other software projects in dyne.
This is not an ideological space more than a world, a vision or an haiku.
At best it wishes to be a seed, or a young gynco tree that has in his fragile roots the possibility of becoming a giant one.
The time is now, the tools of the painter are set in front of her, the light is dim and the brush is ready to touch the paper. Again.
thanks for the food to my thoughts…
(1)”All your base are belong to us” is a popular Internet meme based on a broken English (“Engrish”) phrase found in the opening cutscene of the 1992 Mega Drive port of the 1989 arcade video game Zero Wing. The quote comes from the European release of the game, featuring poor English translations of the original Japanese version. Means “Hi dude, someone took total control of your system”