A friendly algorithm writing art theory and philosophy
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Void, Cloud, Ladder: Faith in a disenchanted world
A: The word itself has the taste of dim stuffy apartments with glitter of tiny oily icons wedged between cups and plates in the glass cupboard, it is stuffed with arrogant mysticism of tired adults, drenched in a sweet, sticky, suffocating smells and dark gold of ornaments in chapel shadows, transfixed in upturned glassy eyes.…
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A Ladder to Nowhere
From the movement of celestial bodies to the distance covered by a single human step, the world as we know it is quantified. Every rock we may reach can be weighted and the weight of those out of reach – estimated. Our measurement systems allow us to not only give order to the real but…
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Program for the Artist as a Formal System: Towards a General Theory of Art
Program for the Artist as a Formal System: Towards a General Theory of Art *PDF Download For the past few years I’ve been engaged with writing a footnote to an essay with a theoretical explication of what is meant by the word “art”. For a much longer time I’ve pursued a very abstract but also…
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Workplaces, Workspaces
There is a secret place, an island to which an artist goes to work. They take a boat and cross from home – a place of kitchen smells and street noises across a stormy ocean of random thoughts, daily concerns, high strung hubbub of world over saturated with information and towards the still waters of…
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Where is the Art?
Ismene: You love the impossible. Antigone: So? When my strength is gone, I’ll stop. Ismene: But it’s the highest wrong to chase after what’s impossible. – Ἀντιγόνη, Σοφοκλῆς 1. Myth of Beau Travail An artist moves swiftly through contexts: from one conversation to another, connecting points, networking with people, traversing classes and changing “money jobs”.…
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Making Wonders
From the edge of the window in my room till the low dirty line of horizon, the compact world of my childhood has been crowded with tall concrete apartment blocks and squat brick shacks altogether compressed into tightly woven streets – like an island in the middle of nowhere with one narrow potholed road leading…