MovingPictures: The Phantasmic Turn

[Warnings] #2 Here There Be Monsters

In sculpture the process always begins the same way, borne by single idea on the wings of swift inspiration it sets fire to the brain like a speck of white phosphorus in a grass hut. In execution/incineration phase an idea becomes abstracted, mutated, and spliced a thousand different ways. The "final" often shows either slight resemblance to the original idea or none at all. Many of ideas never even make it to the "final" stage they become discarded along the way for more practical, feasible, translatable, and/or sexier ideas.

However these rejected ideas refuse to go away, their validity as being interesting trumps their infeasibility (for whatever reason) as a sculpture. Like the electrons in an particle accelerator they swirl around the mind: gaining momentum, changing from, and smashing into each other fragmenting and fusing into hybrids and mutants.

This blog was no different. It was created out of the idea that I needed a refuse(refuge) bin for these rouge ideas. The ones that don't fit anywhere else. The Weird. The Strange. The Uncanny. Mostly the Banal: obscure quotes, random photos, half-finished thoughts and poems. A place to give them free reign. To experiment. To play. To surprise. To subvert. To bore. Not just on the blog but in it. It is at once part of all of experiments and yet an experiment itself. Do not expect consistency. Do not expect temporarily. Do not expect reality.

I have claimed this small corner of the Virtual as my own, and here there be monsters. 

-mgmt

(C)ode:\\ Cybernetic Organisms:Organic Cybernetics

"[P]roject...is...flow-as-refuse. This is a constellation of objects that literally embody the process of thought and creation....I...mold...from...primordial clay into something sculpted or refined...a process that involves a lot of cigarettes, scrapped pieces of paper covered in lines, boxes and scratch-outs, whiteboards covered in unrelated thoughts and late nights [H]aunted by a single knot."

- C.L.