We are limbs, fat, skin, bones, spots and hair. The body has many secrets. It’s a discomfort (Dysmorphysis) that comes with body functions and things, that we constantly try to cover up. We feel disconnected to our own bodies, our physical being. We see ourselves only distorted, dysmorphed in faults and details. What would someone else …
Meet the alien – who might look like a being from outer space, but really is a manifestation of physical discomfort taken to extreme. As ever so often the martyred body is a female one – painted and distorted by digital means. The eyes too big, the extremities too slender, the rib cage so caved …
These are not stars you are looking at, these are pixels. These are not dynamic streaks, its a glitch – she who says we are made of stars is just as right as is the digital nature of ourselves is made of intangible energy of raster point size. Rendered out of nothing building up black masses: …
“The postmodern reply to the modern consists of recognizing that the past, since it cannot really be destroyed, because its destruction leads to silence, must be revisited: but with irony, not innocently. I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a man who loves a very cultivated woman and knows that he cannot say …
“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” (Friedrich Nietzsche) The “Abyss” and the concurring “Grey” series delve into the darkness, find bliss in invisibility, and discover that the abyss is never …
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