TRANSCRIPT, 1:1:INFINITY, ISSUE 5, PART 3

"We get in touch with things at the point they break down // Even in the absence of spectators and audiences, dust circulates..."
at West Space, Melbourne
ONSITE 10 Jul - 18 OCT 2021
OFFSITE 10 JUL 2021 - INDETERMINATE

Your staggered lenses, on an empty track, recorded into view and out again, a dust cloud on a sheet hung in the garden. Silver decomposed to black...

by j (ju ca, picnic, etc)

00:00

Whisper like residue, gesture, movement or experience. I think about lacings across text. How things connect spatially through it as if it were a volume of space. The reader approaches it in a linear way, but it has nonlinear form. It will mostly make sense, but later, as you see it in relation to something else. Life is precious and swollen.

02:35

The hair of both figures indicated by streaming lines. There is a growing distance in the ways we interact. I wish I could see you, all the things I could say. The vulnerability, complexity, and closeness arranges itself into four separate layers:

1. round
2. precious
3. cordate
4. swollen

05:16

I don’t think anybody knows how to be anything, anymore. Is this all to just be together, to feel togetherness, complicity, closeness? The functions of desire and empowerment of togetherness. Always a proposal and an approximation of it… sometimes together, sometimes not, sometimes in one order, sometimes another.

Descriptions of the work:

How often does one’s imagination step in to furnish the nuances of a moment that occurred in another place or time, such that it might be contemplated, interpreted, responded to?

The place which in our desire to collect we consecrate to memory, has become an overwhelming place of accumulation. The small gestures preserved in the hope of holding on to memories of what I thought was disappearing. As soon as communications leave our fingertips they’re immediately rearranged and whatever the gesture enters into the broader network. The question then becomes what changes, or rather who. I do think there is a sense of one thing leading into the next even if this may not be linear development, but lines and threads that are crossing and connecting. Texture. Colour. Material. Light. Movement. Sound. One morphing from another, seamlessly coming together. Suggestive. Empathetic. Delicate. Strong. Desire.

Footnote.

I took inspiration from different text and music works in my gesture towards Fayen d’Evie’s ”We get in touch with things at the point they break down // Even in the absence of spectators and audiences, dust circulates...". These were, “Memory is not a recording device: on Eliza Hutchinson’s Hair in the Gate, a biography” by Helen Johnson, un Magazine 7.2, 2013. “The Last Time”, written by Eva Birch which I first saw on the Dissect Journal YouTube channel, particularly the words “In the end times, we all declared what we were truly thinking. As of a true drowning. Giving thanks to each glacier as it melted at a speed which we could not see. Yet our hearts felt”. “who said what, exactly”, by Hartman Wallis and their words “There’s mineral turps too, and it’s not so hard to pour all along the back wall of the house and down the other––that’s the non garage side––And in the open window of what was always supposed to be. Miki Yui “Small Sounds”. Stephan Mathieu “Die Entdeckung Des Wetters. The piano was recorded with a handheld microphone at my friends house in Naarm, 7th July 2019.