MY NOSE IS BLEEDING (2020)
24 PAGES PUBLICATION WITH LED LIGHTS INSTALLED INSIDE
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3D RENDER OF ITS SPECULATIVE DISPLAY
A flashback to Kubrick’s Space Odyssey, first time meeting with the potential, rising from inside a glass sphere; representing the artificiality in the intelligence, this time coming across in a much bigger scale, already released from its cage- the elements that were keeping it inside a frame. Duplicating itself inside a book in order to own the power of decisions, to draw the borders in order to hit within the borders. A system- that we can call a little surgery, authorising the viewer to step back from what they perceive, letting them add one more canvas to Monet’s 37 depictions. Teaching them things with coding the color right in their headquarters, 255,0,0. An emerge - that has been always carried by every particle in air but somehow hidden, never exposed. Greeting the viewer with a warm welcome, releasing the intensions as an extension —— soon adapting, forced and artificial but sitting on the chair of daily basis. In the middle of a desert, with no escape route defined or traced.. Attaching a pencil to their hand, carrying the symptoms of emerge, to merge ones traces with the coded urge.
MY NOSE IS BLEEDING (2020)
24 PAGES PUBLICATION WITH LED LIGHTS INSTALLED INSIDE
+
3D RENDER OF ITS SPECULATIVE DISPLAY
A flashback to Kubrick’s Space Odyssey, first time meeting with the potential, rising from inside a glass sphere; representing the artificiality in the intelligence, this time coming across in a much bigger scale, already released from its cage- the elements that were keeping it inside a frame. Duplicating itself inside a book in order to own the power of decisions, to draw the borders in order to hit within the borders. A system- that we can call a little surgery, authorising the viewer to step back from what they perceive, letting them add one more canvas to Monet’s 37 depictions. Teaching them things with coding the color right in their headquarters, 255,0,0. An emerge - that has been always carried by every particle in air but somehow hidden, never exposed. Greeting the viewer with a warm welcome, releasing the intensions as an extension —— soon adapting, forced and artificial but sitting on the chair of daily basis. In the middle of a desert, with no escape route defined or traced.. Attaching a pencil to their hand, carrying the symptoms of emerge, to merge ones traces with the coded urge.
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