We Have Never Participated (on my participation in the 8th annual Shenzhen Sculpture biennale)

We have Never Participated


8th Shenzhen Sculpture Biennale

On the occasion of being in the 8th annual Shenzhen Biennale and presenting the work‘Art as Instructions: Public Relations’ I was to have a public conversation about the work with another artist. In preparation I asked the director Marko Daniel what it was he wanted me to share with the audience. Over email he sent me a few questions which prompted to more consciously think through this work which I had presented variations of the Shanghai Gallery of Art, The Minsheng Museum of Art and the Shanghai World Financial Center. I wrote my answers to his questions in a series of line by line thoughts and as such I have left them that way in what follows.

To give some context here is the statement from the show (forthcoming).

Hall A installation IMG_7125-1

Marko Daniel
Think about your role as an artist in collaborative projects and about the relationship between artist, audience and artwork.

Marc Lafia
-There are multiple things going on at the same time.
-All originating from instructions and then more instructions (do it).
-And even more so collaboration with everyone that gets the work made and installed and cared for.
-In this larger sense it is at the outset a work made by a community (art professionals) for a community (audience/participants/active spectators) and this dialog, event, this act of making creates a community (a kind of social sculpture).
-But rather than a community, here, the artwork (that mediating 3rd terms) creates a communion.
-This communion is very fleeting, but fleeting does not mean something has not happened.
-It means something very personal and at the same social with degrees of intensities, resistances, indifferences and pleasures.
-So the relationship is between artists, another individual (who collectively we call audience) and art work (which is a filed of action or operation or instruction that individuals come to engage and know as ‘open’ or ‘closed’, that is in which way to stand towards this or that work of art).
-It this case the work announces itself as ‘open’.
-This ‘openness’ this variability is inherent to the piece from its very inception.
-Instructions to fabricate at a certain size with certain colors or another size and other colors.
-More than a few times the fabrication is made at a remote place (remote to me).
-What is it to those that make it? To make this object.
-Is it a ‘blackboard’, a ‘color field painting’, a color field panting sculpture with chalk on a ledge, a kind of minimalism, a void.
-Not to be touched, never to be written on, we could ‘close’ the work here at its construction and it would be ‘done’ finished.
-Once language is written, the words, Reality, Utopia, Pleasure, this abstraction of color is given over to a utility (imagine writing on an Ellsworth Kelly) or on Klein blue (we used blue for the eternal sunshine show at the Minsheng).
-All this happens with out me (except for the show at the Minsheng, where I was there for the entire install).
-Though not there I think about it. I imagine it. It’s kind of like a Yoko Ono piece, where she asks you to imagine a painting or action. (A certain amount of contemporary art is like that, you send out the file with instructions and the piece comes back, this of course was not the way Yoko was thinking about it…)
-From these first written words, which could be enough to open and invite individuals to engage with the piece, more direct questions are written out.
-Such directed questions instruct invite the viewer, the observer to participate, that is, to step forward, to come to the board and write something, not necessarily to answer the questions.
-At this invitation anything can happen, can be written.
-But what will happen, who knows.
-It is an invitation to come to the object, which is no longer over there, behind the guard; here you draw the moustache on the Mona Lisa (aren’t all works of art Mona Lisa’s).
-The audience of individuals participate, commune with the work, produce a kind of small event, an individualized event.
-At some preview it becomes a collaboration, though I am not sure that is right, this word collaboration.
-Collaborate would suggest teaming up, joining forces, banding together, having a shared sense of trajectory.
-But participating, their participation, what’s that to me.
-Maybe that’s the event of art.
-The event of perception getting out of the ordinary ways of sensory experience, the framing of the sensory world itself.
-The event of moving into a different world and here that world keeps moving.
-Is this ‘different’ the privileged detourment of everyday alienation.
-Maybe we can’t resist answering questions or speaking up, speaking out, expressing ourselves.
-Its just so matter of fact.
-Maybe it’s a momentary pleasure, it’s pleasuring ourselves ‘we can’t resist’.
-To make public to our friends what we like.
-Maybe it’s a chance to say something, to be ‘artistic’.
-Maybe it’s a chance to respond to something in several languages.
-Maybe its just scrawls in time.
-An algorithm of chance.
-A choreography of swirls of colors and alphabets and signs.
-The world and its vast circuits, built up by a small repetitive and iterative loop.
-As abstract machine of affect and chance, gesture upon gesture, call and response
-But not me building up the gestures as in my paintings.
-Maybe it’s the artwork as work, ‘work’ as in labor now done by others.
-The work of art as social media.
-Recording producing social relations.
-An archive that gives record to a collection of individuals, a kind of monument.
-Of all kinds of affect, often at the same time, cancelling cascading overlaying each other.
-A work where the ‘viewer’ has entered into the process which itself exists ‘permanently’ in the artwork.
-In an ephemeral artwork.
-A manipulation/ coercion (peer pressure perhaps) or the authority of questions that demand to be answered.
-One person writes the name of their favorite Japanese sex star and another writes hers and a book they love and someone walks by with a wry smile.
-And this conversation goes twittering on
-Some one erases, writes over, draws over, a machine has been set up that propels itself connecting vast virtualities.
-An object hood performative of the constant flows of the networks we live in (a land work, a jetty of ebbs and flows, lines of force).
-This moment over written by the next and the next and the next.
-Its structure and play.
-Format and utterance.
-Hardware and software.
-Its authority and the possibility for subversion.
-It’s ‘free speech’.
-It both gives and invites order and anarchy.
-My role is to make the object the event, to fold the event of its making into the object, and the object open to become another object / an object event.
-The billboard, the blackboard, the canvas, the field painting is the hardware, the screen and the questions the software. (Metaphors)
-The questions could be statements, but a statement does not invite like a question.
-Question could be a maxim or proverb (I wrote many).
-Black blue green orange yellow red on a flat surface.
-It’s the chalk, isn’t it?
-For now the questions are ‘simple’ ‘open’ and ‘broad” they point to the interest of the viewer/participant.
-What is matter of fact, for them?
-How they construct themselves in the everyday, what they eat, read, where they go, what they dream of, where they’ve been.
-It suggest openness, but is it really, that depends on the reader, the participant, how they read the questions.
-Open within an envelope of possibility.
-Often people draw on the boards, or write what they want.
-Directed questions rather than ‘open’ ones like, ‘say something, write something’.
-Maybe reality, utopia, pleasure, art, would be in themselves be questions enough.
-There is always an accretion of writing, so often things written disappear.
-But the blackboard goes on even when the questions disappear; the blackboard itself has a universal authority.
-Used for writing with chalk.
-Especially by teachers in school.
-Write/read/erase (when do we erase art?).
-Cut copy paste (we do that with art all the time).
-Surveys, questionnaires, what one likes, does not like, this too is part of a global discourse, format, (consumer feedback).
-The everydayness of this work suspends the work of art, erases what we think of as an authored work, a kind of readily being made.
-But then again maybe it’s a new way to make art more efficiently, to streamline production.
-To get out of the way, to erase the signature of the artist.
-A simulacrum both mimicking and co-opting the model of social networks.
-A simulacrum of the creation of individually signature artworks made by teams by instructions.
-An expose of a contemporary way to produce wealth and value, to be complicit with privatized individualism and establish a market value — let others make the work for you.
-Distributed authorship is not to be conflated with distributed ownership and this artwork is the sovereign domain established by this artist.
-How to make others make you ‘rich and famous’ or how to make the participant famous and the artist rich.
-Or is all about laboring for the biennale.
-Who’s getting rich?
-Why does Shenzhen want a biennale?
-Who’s asking the question?
-We don’t want to participate.
-An engagement to what end, answers to questions to create a kind of action painting, to create something ‘shared’ that is observational, collective and why.
-Utopia, Reality, Pleasure.
-Maybe it’s about this alienating effect in the Brechtian sense of making people aware of the data they are continually generating constantly on social networks (this being sold to a backend auction).
-The play or free labor on social networks.
-The ‘free’ ‘labor’ of ‘artists’.
-And so the artist ‘imagines’ that ‘someone’ (his dealer, collectors, the museum, a kunsthaller) at the end of yet another prestigious biennale will acquire or put up for sale for auction ‘the work” ‘Art as Invention 4, Public Relations’ he and his participants (his ‘performance art’ studio-fair-going helpers, enablers, free laborers), his collaborators and he produced — this rare and singular commodity, this most contemporary of contemporary art works.
-The monies from the sale of the work go to the participants, this would be a politics, that becomes an ethical positioning and an art that becomes emancipatory.
-This would be good business. . ‘Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.” Andy Warhol
-No, not just a critique of neoliberals, social networks and art biennales that have learned to socially manage the public who have been depoliticized by entertaining themselves.
-This would be the artist and the world coming alive together (becoming).
-This is the work of art.


Green Blackboard 2

Marko Daniel
What are the possible invitations to participate, to collaborate (on research, realization, performance)?

Marc Lafia
– The first thing to consider are the very terms participation or collaboration, are they in some sense, privileged or if like affirmed.
-Why is that? Let’s for a moment set up the binary participation/spectatorship (though the binary may be very slippery) ‘Being a spectator means looking at a spectacle. And looking is a bad thing, for two reasons. Firstly looking is put as the opposite of knowing. It means being in front of an appearance without knowing the conditions of production of that appearance or the reality, which is behind it.
-Secondly, looking is put as the opposite of acting. He or she who looks at the spectacle remains motionless on his or her seat, without any power of intervention.
-To correct this we need we want pursue art without spectators.
-Spectators will no longer be spectators; they will learn things instead of being captured by images.
-’It was the leftist movement of ’68; it became obvious that something was wrong with the idea that people were exploited and dominated because they didn’t know the law of exploitation and domination; so the sciences were there to bring them the knowledge of what they wished to know. There was a sort of vicious circle: the people cannot understand the place where they are in the system because it is precisely a law of the system that it conceals itself.’
-The spectator has to leave the status of a mere observer who remains still and untouched in front of a distant spectacle.
-What kind of world is given to you, and how do you make sense of that given sensory world?
-Participation, and there are many forms and levels of intensity, is an invitation to socially find and explore the sensible.
-In terms of the theatre, ‘On the one hand, the spectator has to become more distant (Brecht); on the other hand (Artaud) he has to loose any distance.
-For a moment imagine this sensible as a utopian dimension.
-The living body of a community enacting its own principle.
– The community as self-presence opposed to the distance of representation.
-The community as a way of occupying time and space, as a set of living gestures and attitudes which stands before any kind of political form and institution: community as a performing body instead of an apparatus of forms and rules.
-In that way theatre was associated with the romantic idea of the aesthetic revolution: the idea of a revolution, which would not only change laws and institutions but also transform the sensory forms of human experience.
-The reform of theatre thus meant the restoration of its authenticity as an assembly or a ceremony of the community. Theatre is an assembly where the people become aware of their situation and discuss their own interests.
-Art is the ceremony where the community is given the possession of its own energies,
-Participatory art then asks of art to bring to the community its self possession (setting up this guilt and desired redemption).
-It sets its task as giving back to the spectators their self-consciousness or self-activity, spectators become performers of a collective activity.
-Either, according to the Brechtian paradigm, the theatrical mediation makes them aware of the social situation on which it rests itself and prompts them to act in consequence. Or, according to the Artaudian scheme it makes them leave the position of spectators: instead of being in front of a spectacle, they are surrounded by the performance, dragged into the circle of the action which gives them back their collective energy. In both cases the theatre is a self-suppressing mediation.
-The reformers of the theatre share with the stultifying pedagogues: the idea of the gap between two positions. Even when the dramaturge or the performer does not know what he wants the spectator to do, he knows at least that he has to do something: switching from passivity to activity. But why not turn things around? Why not think, in this case too, that it is precisely the attempt at suppressing the distance, which constitutes the distance itself?
-It is easy to turn matters around by stating that they who act, they who work with their body are obviously inferior to those who are able to look: those who can contemplate ideas, foresee the future or take a global view of our world.
-Emancipation starts from the opposite principle, the principle of equality. It begins when we dismiss the opposition between looking and acting and understand that the distribution of the visible itself is part of the configuration of domination and subjection. It starts when we realize that looking also is an action which confirms or modifies that distribution, and that “interpreting the world” is already a means of transforming it, of reconfiguring it. The spectator is active, as the student or the scientist: he observes, he selects, compares, interprets.
-I will stop here my close reading, quoting Ranciere on spectatorship (I am sure you know it)
-Let’s leave it to day “the traditional assumption that artistic practices supposedly generate a critical if not a utopian dimension of experience has withered away.” Instead, “We were left with a sense of the primacy of institutional and economic interests…”
-The judgment of the critic,” Buchloh continues, “is voided by the curator’s organizational access to the apparatus of the culture industry (e.g., international biennials and group shows) or by the collector’s immediate access to the object in the market or at auction.”
-Nobody really wants to know and nobody has to know any longer what the context, the history, the intentions, and the desires of artistic practice might have been or are.
-If we imagine then, again, the use of art as an instrument of enjoyment, of self-interest, and a sign of philistinism, what are we doing?
-Reality utopia pleasure.
-What are we seeking out?
-Perhaps the losing of ourselves, exhilaration, the ecstatic loss of oneself.
-This is to ask not what the possible invitations to participate, to collaborate (on research, realization, performance) are but to what end, as there any number of possible invitations to be initiated.

-An idea of the theatre predicated on that idea of the spectacle conceives the externality of the stage as a kind of transitory state, which has to be superseded. The suppression of that exteriority thus becomes the telos of the performance. That program demands that the spectators be on the stage and the performers in the auditorium. It demands that the very difference between the two spaces be abolished, that the performance take place anywhere else than in a theatre.
-But the “redistribution” of the places is one thing, the demand that the theatre achieve, as its essence, the gathering of an unseparate community, is another thing. The first one means the invention of new forms of intellectual adventure, the second means a new form of Platonic assignment of the bodies to their good place, their “communal” place.
This presupposition against mediation is connected with a third one: the presupposition that the essence of the theatre is the essence of the community. The spectator is supposed to be redeemed when he is no more an individual, when he is restored to the status of a member of a community, when he is carried in the flood of the collective energy or led to the position of the citizen who acts as a member of the collective.
-There are everywhere starting points and knot points from which we learn something new, if we dismiss firstly the presupposition of the distance, secondly the distribution of the roles, thirdly the borders between the territories. We have not to turn spectators into actors. We have to acknowledge that any spectator already is an actor of his own story and that the actor also is the spectator of the same kind of story.
-The crossing of the borders and the confusion of the roles should not lead to some sort of “hypertheatre” turning spectatorship into activity by turning representation to presence. On the contrary, it should question the theatrical privilege of living presence and bring the stage back to a level of equality with the telling of a story or the writing and the reading of a book. It should be the institution of a new stage of equality, where the different kinds of performances would be translated into one another.



Marko Daniel
What are your strategies of participation or non-participation?

Marc Lafia
-To put things into play.
-Let’s start with these three quotes again from Ranciere.
-‘There was no gap to bridge between intellectuals and workers, actors and spectators , no gap between two populations, two situations or two ages. On the contrary, there was a likeness that had to be acknowledged and put at play in the very production of knowledge.
-In all those performances in fact, it is a matter of linking what one knows with what one does not know, of being at the same time performers who display their competences and visitors or spectators who are looking for what those competences may produce in a new context, among unknown people.
-Artists, just as researchers, build the stage where the manifestation and the effect of their competences become dubious as they frame the story of a new adventure in a new idiom. The effect of the idiom cannot be anticipated. It calls for spectators who are active as interpreters, who try to invent their own translation in order to, appropriate the story for themselves and make their own story out of it. An emancipated community is in fact a community of storytellers and translators.
-It depends; on a film it’s to find something that interest that others and me have a stake in.
-I am not sure if you mean this specifically, or theoretically.
-I just made a film called 27 with 10 people who through much invention and discussion made up much of the script, but not really.

Red Blackboard_detail


Marko Daniel
It’s worth bearing in mind that the audience will be quite mixed, with different degrees of familiarity with contemporary art practice in general so a little background to your practice would go a long way.

Marc Lafia
-It all started with art as invention.
-And that started with, art as an event of perception getting out of the ordinary ways of sensory experience, the framing of the sensory world itself.
-So me running under a balloon.
-Imaginary igloo.
-Or in art+culture the chance encounter between different practices of knowledge coming together at odd and interesting angles, if you like participating with, in and between each other.
-Where is the event of art and how does it form the persons and society that we have. Tied to this idea of Ranciere. ‘This thought has been important for my idea of politics, not being about the relations of power but being about the framing of the sensory world itself.’
-Framing the sensible.
-Making systems of the sensible or seeing the formation of the sensible in different media, this has always interested me, so in art, cinema, photography, computation, how are things given a rhythm, given a form.
-This new framing is software and network culture, forms, formats, instructions and feedback, call and response.
-I did an art camp for 30 days, each day looking at art forms, sculpture, performance, mark making, painting, language and the work from here went to a show at the Shanghai and in that show was a blackboard.
-From that show I had an invitation from the Minsheng museum of art.
-In the main room we built this big sculptural swimming pool with a karaoke bar, reading area, ping pong table and it also had a big blackboard painted in blue.
-This was thought of as programmable space with in the confines of software.
_It was called Eternal Sunshine, with the idea of utopia as a techno-social system, and the installation a look at this utopia.
-In three other rooms were film stills, video installations and print all turning on the question, how is subjectivity experienced and how does the sensible, the everyday techno society change the sensible and how is that reflected in different in subjectivities in cinema, in relations management in public relations, in artistic objects.
-So much of my work turns on how social and network media come to give us definition and how they construct us.
-In that repertoire is participation and intimacy.
-The blackboards then are part of much larger ensemble of such works.

Life Inside the Image

Life Inside the Image

In Walter Benjamin’s ‘a short history of photography’ he points out that the first daguerreotypes were long exposures and that the sitter and the photographer came together in an encounter of time, a duration shared between them, which could be seen in the image. Together sitter and photographer would show us a subject living into the image. Today sitter and photographer have become the same person. The third person voice of the photographer has become first person.

As such once I feel the lens observing me, everything changes: I instantaneously construct another body to inhabit; I transform myself into an image for consumption, for pleasure. In this image, I am the object and its double. I narrate myself. I arouse myself. I become myself in the image.

I use the tropes of the pose as a kind of carnival to myself, of myself, for myself, to supersede any possible other definition of me. And so I live into myself into the image.

With the increased speed of lenses and film emulsions Benjamin believed that this new instant image cut us off from that which it was to represent. The image now would simply point to itself, not something we could sense as a slowly evolving experience.

But perhaps this has changed once again in network culture. Perhaps this odd contraction between the positivism of the photograph as data and material fact, and its unreality, inherent to the photographic, brings us once again to a living into the image.

As we have become the spectacle of each other it would be easy to argue that we don’t live into the image, we live to be imaged or that simply we live to image

In this image I present to the network there is the possibility of another self, an impossible self, an unbounded self. Not the heralded self of authenticity but something more. Though the networked image presents us at a remove, these are extraordinarily intimate zones of a visceral immediacy.

Our self now an image, material even if seemingly immaterial, doubles and puts forward a new self—the self whose desire is to “be,” to “see,” and to “be seen” as a long exposure of a our life now inside the image.

Living into the Image

In Walter Benjamin’s ‘a short history of photography’ he points out that the first daguerreotypes were long exposures and that the sitter and the photographer came together in an encounter of time, a duration shared between them, which could be seen in the image. Together sitter and photographer would make the picture, and the photograph, rendered through long exposure, would show us a subject living into the image.

With the increased speed of lenses and film emulsions this living into the image became the instant image. Benjamin believed that technology engaged human consciousness and that this new instant image cut us off from that which the image was to represent. The image now would simply point to itself, not something we could sense as a slowly evolving experience.

This odd contraction between the positivism of the photograph as data and material fact and its unreality is inherent to the photographic. Photography turns on this liminal tension ‘between the death of reality in the photograph and the reality of death in the mnemonic image.’*

Whereas we have become the spectacle of each other it would be easy to argue that we don’t live into the image, we live to be imaged. But perhaps this is no longer the case. Perhaps the anomie, commodity fetish, reification, the voyeuristic gaze – these criticisms of the post modern no longer apply. Perhaps as Benjamin tells us, as technology engages and alters consciousness, maybe the network image and the putting on of ourselves is a new kind of sociality a new mode of living into the image.

*Gerhard Richter’s Anomic Atlas, Benjamin Buchloh *In Visible Touch Modernism and Masculinity, ed, Terry Smith


architecture as a struggle between man and nature, and a completed building as a temporary triumph of man over nature.

“This unique balance – between mechanical, inert matter which passively resists pressure, and informing spirituality which pushes upward – breaks, however, the instant a building crumbles. For this means nothing else than that merely natural forces begin to become master over the work of man: the balance between nature and spirit, which the building manifested, shifts in favor of nature. This shift becomes a cosmic tragedy which, so we fell, makes every ruin an object infused with our nostalgia; for now the decay appears as nature’s revenge for the spirit’s having violated it by making a form in its own image.”

a new architecture

Before we started manufacturing, everything we had on planet earth was produced biologically. Ventricles in your heart, your fingers, trees, the world, it all comes from biology, which is now unlocking some of the systems to produce them in vitro, or rather in laboratory environments where we can grow industrial design.

We are currently producing chairs that are being completely grown in the laboratory. Now there’s a 21st century model! We are not producing chairs by manufacturing [them] in large-scale industries, and we don’t necessarily produce them [through] single craftsman. We can actually grow them using a combination of both worlds, one that recognizes the delicate balance of earth’s environment.

The Master, Narrative

He looks around, is someone following, he looks to the sky, are there omens there? In his lackey’s hand, in the bright day sun, just dug out, a treasure box covered in rock and sand – the devoted asks, ‘What it is?

‘A life’s work’ the man answers with assurity and satisfaction, yet continues looking about.

And what can that be?

The written texts of the master, his recordings, reflections, observations, writings on the human species, his gift to us, all too ordinary and fearful men.

Deep inside us, in our cells, in our bodies, written on and through and through our speech acts and muscle memory unconsciously triggering our instincts and appetites are entangled engrams that become the being of us, behold us and encapsulated us in animal bodies yearning to be a spirit. That language is your life working you, and it is only through language, processing that language that holds you, that you will become a self possessed and self actualized person. all of this sounds very familiar, doesn’t it? It is all part of a century long search for the workings of the human mind, the unconscious mind, from the early psychoanalyst to behaviorism, to neurolinguistic programming and even today’s semantic web.

This language, this language processing needs to be processed, is the key to unprocess ourselves and so Philip Seymour Hoffman, fearless adventurer into the heart of darkness, into the heart of men, finds a man, an individual, who is for his purposes an OUT standing individual, a man alone, to himself. in that he is so outside society, so marginal, an individual, and yet an everyman, a man whose instinct and being is so feral and ferocious, a man far beyond the ken of the ordinary, all too ordinary social decorum, a man so broken he does not even bother to envy, but simply wants to fuck and get sickly inebriated. This is the man the fearless adventurer, the psychic adventurer falls under the spell of, falls in love with – if he can cure this man, he knows what he has, the cause, the cause and its method works.

This is the man, Fred Quell, played by Joaquin Phoenix, the master can not and will not master.

As such Paul Thomas Anderson’s new film, The Master is the deepest of probings into what is an individual, what makes him her tick – her language, his class, her memory, his appetite, her dreams, her traumas. I can not say his or her society because in America and the greatest of American films, and treasured myths, a man is self made.

Under the guise of what many will feel as two too-too scary and dangerous characters, the watching of which what makes cinema an extraordinary event, (Dr Mabuse Der Spieler, in They Shoot Horses Don’t They, M) what only cinema allows us to see with our eyes (behavior, Good Fellows) here the scientist philosopher, the awoken aware man (Kurtz, Apocalypse Now), outside any institutional system with the support and complete devotion of his family and intimates, gathers unto him an infrastructure of money and followers, is on the quest to find out exactly what makes humans tick, their involuntary ticking – just what shapes the internal judgements of yourself – what makes you rage, protect, fight – what pushes your buttons and your destiny – the man who asks these questions finds a man who just might be beyond the cure, the cause.

What could be better to watch than this encounter. and who could be better than Philip Seymour Hoffman and Joaquin Phoenix in the language of Paul Thomas Anderson in a film about how language behaves and memory is the mind and to become human is to acutely hear ourselves speaking again and again in a film that about the language that is us, the language hidden in that mountain, you and me, inside that treasure box that you and I have to dig up to see, to read, yes to read and see who we are.

This trope of, the repressed memory that impedes us, this trope that will play out for the next fifty years on our television screens, in our radio shows, our best seller books, in countless talk shows, in countless films, this necessity this obsession to uncover the past that opens up the future, this primal scene(s) is the ground zero encounter before EST, before RD Lang, before industrial mass persuasion of the master.

And what are the stakes of this encounter, nothing short of the future of man, the health of man, because he is a sick and blind animal who could be, and is, truly a god. The Master is an encounter of limits. the limits of our minds. The limits of who we might be, who we see and say we are, but dare not be, fear to be – the fear – because of past events that we unknowingly continue to struggle with, we are unconscious to, we are prisoner too – the dare – to imagine what can be, to be what we want, to set a point into the future of who we might be, to dare ourselves to get to that point.

What limits us, to be who we want, why do we continue to unconsciously react to the world, are we playing out the karma and actions of eons, holding us animal to an unrecognized past, holding us in tormenting stalemate, at best a being lower than being, yes says the master and so apparently does Tom Twyker in his new film, we are moving from body to body, playing out a becoming that will take eons. Man doesn’t like to see his death, his finality, and it is death, animal and sickness that is Freddie Quell.

These are the terms of the encounter – can we be fully actualized and human or will we remain slave to our unspoken desires, our id, the larger neurolinguistic memes (Why we’ve all become Richard Nixon,) and why fear and paranoia is what gets our attention and sells. can we break the program that has processed us, the very stuff of which underpins our dramatic formulaes.

And as cinematic encounter – the language, physicality and pure presence of energy here in the characters of Lancaster Dodd and Fred Quell is about drama itself, and at the center of this drama, the actors instruments, the body as an instrument of memory, and the actor who uses sense memory to act, to call about himself or herself, her memory to enact a text. the film can be read as an actors intensive weekend workshop at EST.

Drama is about the frustration of desire, of desires secreted from us, (That Obscure Object of Desire), and here drama is about the process inside that secrets away our true self, the drama that is us, the drama of our memory, the trauma that leaves us wreckage to potential being, and from there imaginings, (Imagine, what an extraordinary song of daring promise). The Master is a song of becoming, the struggle of becoming coming closer to being in each utterance (on being alone with yourself on a slow boat to china).

The Master is the fountain head (yes the cult of the individual and Ayn Rand) of drama and in every sense a meta textual film, a film about film’s drama, about the actors work and method (sense memory, the method), about the game and schematic of drama itself, about the inside coming out (Whose Afraid of Virginia Wolfe) but not of just one character but the very character central to America, the loner, the outsider, the misanthropic, the anti-hero, the man that says no, and that other character who says yes, but on my terms (Howard Hughes, Werner Earnhardt, Steve Jobs) in fact two men that say no, two men that will not be mastered.

In the world of mastering oneself, no desires can go unspoken, no fears hidden, (Happiness by Solondz, Blue Velvet) we must move into the direction of our fear – this is drama itself. In The Master all family (extended family) conflict is ignited, exposed, ‘Fred wants to fuck me,’ says the master’s daughter, though we have seen that she has grabbed his cock and wants to fuck him. The master calls his acolyte, his lackey, his slave, his devotion, now far away in a film theatre (Muholland Drive) watching a cartoon we don’t see, he calls from London asking the one he wants so badly to master to come see him.

When the slave arrives to see him, he is told he came of his free will, admits to a dream, the master tells us he knows now where they meet and makes up some far fetched story about a being a Prussian officer in a war with him when in fact we saw the two of them meet in a department store where Fred, yes Fred, aggressed the master in front of his portrait photography backdrop, putting the lights so close to him, so brutalizing him, with such force that the master was mastered. And yes destiny, in the world conception of the master brings them together for a reckoning, just think of the scene in A Clockwork Orange where the man whose in a wheelchair and his wife recently dead from being brutally raped years ago has now by chance, by an inevitability the rapist come to his home late at night, yes again, looking this time not for the old in and out, but for respite against the brutal world. Here on ship, at see running for his life, Fred meets Lancaster again but, neither know this, nor state this, but we in the audience know this – we know something about these two that they seem not to know, or is never spoken. yes Frank man handled Lancaster in the triangulation of Fred’s purported lover.

Bundled inside this treasure box is the gurgling and eruption of grunts and groans, starts and fits, explosions, linguistic shards like Pig Fuck (Last Tango in Paris), Pussy Cockroaches Paint Thinner. Fred the mob, the mass, the atomic particle. The id. The hurt the unremorseful. The master, Wilhelm Reich a method actor teacher. Conceptual and philosophic wrestlings churn inside Fred and Lancaster, Animal Spirit. Recall Imagine. A point in the future. In the past. The point that is not a point and always moving, Fred, the point that can’t move.

In all these churnings the doctor needs his patience and the the pathological, dangerous and all too human Fred, his master. Fred unlike Frank of Blue Velvet has an openness, a yearning – not a spiritual yearning – all the things spiritualized in Tree of Life are said and enacted in this volcanic film. The father is not frustrated, not resentful but burning and burrowing. This father has filial indifference and every man is his brother. The adventurer is explosive, controlling, selfish, a fascinating truth seeking churning burrowing something. An outsized man, a man who defines and defies limits. What is that limit, the limit that is the self, to manifest action in this world. The nothing inside us that is an opening to be something(Adam Curtis, The Century of the Self.) Very scary for people who want to hold onto something. Don’t we all. But no, there is just appetite. We are forever ferociously human.

And we are ferociously American, soldiers, consumers traumatized, shell shocked Americans, always in the throes of anxiety, always beckoned to come back to the war (Leonard Cohen, yes don’t be a tourist) in a beautiful, brutal, merciless and ugly America either in search of religious salvation or aggrandizement, a brand of one, an outsized success, an instinct called man – a model with potential of a superman, a country that gave us superman, a country, as all people both enamored and terrified of the superman.

Fred is America’s man, every countries man, who does what’s asked for, in war perhaps a good soldier, in a crowd, an inciter, and for the mob a stick man, who can put the muscle on anyone or anything that threatens his cause, (and yes we have seen so many causes and alarms here in America, an alarm is always going off, what is our media by a constant ringing of an alarm). Fred is the lover who loves blindly, madly, jealously, the man so hurt, he keeps hurting himself – as he does his bidding for the bankers, and the lawman – he wants to see the truth of his hurt, the hurt inside him and can recognize this truth and who speaks it, he will follow. Everywhere everyone is hurt and hurting, and the master sees hurt and the relay of hurt and says, live large you, you who are small and hurting. Throw off that hurt, I will teach you, you can be master of yourself.

First you must hear yourself speak, keep speaking and listen, listen to what you are saying to yourself, the narrative of yourself, your language is your narrative and drama. your drama is bringing your narrative into conflict with others – here the inside is brought outside, the inside is not a subtext but THE text. The text of this narrative to master.

We are in a war to master our narratives, we are in a war about our narrative, a war between the rich and poor, a war between a man and a women, between east and west, between individuals and collectives, between language and being, between our recollection and our future.

It Doesn’t Add Up

Our journalists, our pundits, our academics, our leaders, ourselves, we’ve lost the plot. No one knows what’s going on, one crisis, then another, and yet another, no more hierarchies, freedom for all, no class, no nation states, nodes in a network, organizing and being organized to what end, our deepest emotions, data sold through to a back end auction. We have no grand dreams. So of course we embrace a nice stable order.

Few artists, authors, philosophers have captured my imagination in the last few years as has Adam Curtis and so spent another weekend with his work. Below an introductory article on his work and further links to his films and interviews.

Good intro article if you don’t know him.

Audio Interview (a prescient reading of OWS and the contemporary moment)

In his blog, Adam writes: “This is a website expressing my personal views
– through a selection of opinionated observations and arguments.

Adam Curtis these three films, All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace, The Trap, Power of Nightmares

Adam Curtis launches his theory of news media, oh dearism (like living
in the mind of a depressed hippie)

An audio talk at story conference

Listing of all his films

Thought Maybe, Dedicated to generating awareness to the mainstream state of thought, consent and conformity — subservience and acquiescence.

appetite and flesh

hungry ghost

appetite and flesh
As thought is built on the substrate of flesh, the body, diurnal time, of time in the flesh, health, being, our physicalness in the throes of invasive transition brings us to heightened practices of extreme sport, extreme sex, piercing, wanting to feel the wind on our skin. Our breathe. Our taste, our appetite, our sense of physical beauty, an acceptance of the beauty, of decay, of ruin, of a kind of beauty of time and the beauty and the power of obsolescence, and the necessity of it…and letting go of fear, of seeing the ego as a construct, a thin organisational matrix, a beautiful portal into the depths of time, a point of focus, a fount that enunciates style, announces our bearing.

Happening Event

Happening Event

Vilem Flusser speaks to the difference between a happening and an event, between, linearity and all-at-once-ness. The event wants to be singular to have cause and effect, things happen for a reason. In happenings everything is a result of chance, an accident, an accident that becomes necessary. The world of events are rationally explained, the world of happenings, well, just happen, because it is the world happening.

As we live in the world of events, there are things that happen outside our model calculations, and these things we think of as risks that we did not capture, that fell outside of our model calculations. We simply think we need a new model.

These notions of happenings and events are very distinct ways to understand our consciousness and how it shapes the way we go about making the world and reading it.

the tumblr room

where do they come from?

they are always and never anonymous. the one thing we can be certain of is that they are in circulation. and that those passing the images around, collecting, blogging them and rebloging them are deeply committed to them, communicate through them and with them.

that is the aspect that the pictures present, capture, frame and that is how they are composed.

when you say composed, what do you mean by that?

composed in the sense of being seen and as such being framed. the works frame a context, the social online environment, the milieu which is captured by reading seeing the bloggers names, the comments, the number of likes, the testimonies.

you often talk about ‘reading seeing’.

to see is to read, we learn to see, seeing becomes so habitual that our world our instruments becomes invisible to us. reading seeing can happen as a result of taking a thing in one environment and putting it into another. you can take almost anything and put it in storefront window or gallery or museum or operating table and it is read seen again. we’ve seen it but we’ve never quite seen it like this or here. william burroughs uses the term surprised recognition for this. you’re surprised but it is in the realm of the recognizable. this can happen with shifts of scale, shifts of context, of tense, of orientation, of habit.

you talk about the shift of public private in these works.

how we see and read, how we write privately in a chat or on our blogs is very private or intimate. the screen gives us perhaps a certain courage and a certain shame, here all our emotions are more intense in the anonymity of the screen, our self loathing, our sense of grandness, feeling sexy or hurt, behind the screen, and we are all behind the screen now not only in social media but in our medicine, our warfare, our finances, our phones – the screen, the viewfinder is the instrumentation that gives us, through which we produce our realities.

interestingly you use the word viewfinder.

yes everything is on film now, meaning recorded, the desktop is a viewfinder, our phone, our credit cards, all of them give particular views of us, and give us views onto each other and our environment, our archives and knowledge databases. of course the viewfinder was once the sole domain of the camera. and it was the camera that produced photographs. everything today gives off recordings, and we are being recorded and recording continually, no place more so than in the context of the network. here we may feel entirely intimate and alone and so can express ourselves without reserve, at the remove of our presence. here we can be unleashed and unguarded, profoundly introspective, cruel and beautiful, cool and unfazed. alone to ourselves, behind the screen at times longing to be with others or being with others by exchange, this is the territory, the milieu i am photographing.

you say photographing

yes. absolutely. it is a kind of a reportage, and of course a certain kind of framing but deeply invested in a particular milieu. you must know the milieu, spend time with it, like being on location, involving yourself with persons and the scene.

but your photographing photographs.

yes, the exchange of photographs and also line drawings, statements, software formats and protocols and the social discourse of the entire milieu, which is always in the making exceeding itself. so you can say i am photographing the recordings made in this milieu, the sociality of the milieu.

why do you make the photographs or recordings at a much larger scale in your prints?

to see this milieu. the scale monumentalizes the intimacy of the feelings expressed