Thus begins the beginning of that which I spoke in time
recent past, for it seems now I am ready to begin, and thus do I begin …
I stand in Roundhouse – a kind of Globe – which is, as informing
name tells, a circular place, where space is bent into curved form, and lying
within there sits for some moments in time, another round construction known by
the name of (Ron Arad’s) Curtain Call, creating an inner space and an outer one
too, within the curved space that I have just entered into. And what appears is
what you want to appear, made so by the projecting power of technology which is
a means of displaying creation and seeing sounds, as you will soon, by
these revealing words, find.
Kima Wheel is a wave from the imagination that comes forth
specifically to fall upon the 360 degrees of canvas called Curtain Call, which
unlike a normal curtain is not a barrier to freedom of movement of performers or
audience, who move in time and space as this is not a strict classical Ancient
Greek separation. The wave this time is a wheel of poetry, and comes by virtue
of Anelema Group, which one might say, is a different way of looking at that
which passes through our lives daily, often unnoticed, but without which there
could be no life at all, which, if you care to see, is more than just science
and technology, or art made with such.
Thus now I have set forth the scene in kind of Prologue
form, befitting of the theatrical context which now before you will unfold.
It’s about emotions it seems – feelings, all very subjective
and quite a contrast to most art-science and art-technology, being as they often
are, though few can see, but manifestations of a certain strand of Enlightenment
thinking, the stinking corpse of which lies rotting all about. Yet Enlightened
minds sense only reek, and do not see that they are the corpse that decays, which
is giving off the decomposing smell.
In the world – another Globe – here and there, come glimpses
of a new and different age slowly taking form, being illuminated by light from
eastern directions originating – some dare to call it the Age of Tao. That’s
me, referring to myself. I am inclined to be self-referencing at times.
But there must surely be others as well, who can see that Europe ’s time – the age of the West – is done, and to go
with it too, must be those Abrahamic secular beliefs – that’s Western
Capitalism and Western Science and Technology, if you are wondering. Western
Communism is already just about gone, and what goes next, is the rest, and by
my hand will their demise be hastened, and thus will strange beliefs be despatched
to the past where they do belong. ’Tis about the power of the pen, which
becomes even more powerful when combined with other forms of expression as you will see anon!
Now is the beginning of the age of the universality of
humankind. So no more cultural colonialism please – are your listening you
people in Brussels, Washington DC and all those other cities of Ancient Rome
and Ancient Greece, where you still foolishly pursue those dated dreams of
making all the world European? How does the thought of a Taoist Science and
Technology make you feel? In the East there is the West, and in the West there
is the East. It’s not a binary, or a duality, but a unity – a unity of
opposites, which your fragmented minds cannot easily digest. That goes for art-science
and art-technology too, which are ever so binary because of the dominance of
Western minds that see only such separations. Everything is connected – can’t
you see?
Where to look is the empty space so to speak, waiting to be
filled by those who dare to pursue a different dream. You will also find that what
comes forth will be very Kantian too! That’s another dimension to it. ’Tis a
very beautiful heresy built on a different foundation to that which Western
minds construct.
Back to the curved space and then comes the moment – it’s
the aesthetics of participation – so the audience becomes, for a time, the
creating force – let’s not here bother with the rhetoric and the postmodern
ideology for this is already history, and I am very much alive. This is the
moment to put the world back together again in different form, and so do I
raise from the dead, theory too. To see, to know, to understand, to find something
new, and in doing so to become different people – these are the goals that I
pursue.
Continuing – I am back to the curved space again: hesitantly
at first, I begin to speak those words that come from my own shaping hand and
with eye I see, images formed, while being immersed in my own sound, and that
of others too. This imaging of sound I discovered before appearing is made
possible by virtue of technology, of neural networks, produced from research of
the type that leads to PhDs. And the emotional moment is then transformed, and
cognitive becomes, as I know that once again I am creating from words, visual
images, for whatever reason do I in this strange scriptovisual process participate.
It’s something to do with morphogenesis rather than morphostasis, if to
cybernetic concepts you are inclined.
And then I am lost in my own world of the mind, afterwards
thinking: was that the intention or is this serendipitous action? Interactive
art is a place where the unexpected sometimes happens. To be or not to be that
is the question, whether it is better to be highly scripted, or very open, or
somewhere in between? It is after all, just like a play – Act 1, Scene 1, enters …(but not necessarily linear). It all depends upon what you want to
achieve is the answer to the question.
Then I want a pen and desk and to start exploring, but this
is not the venue for such things, yet evidently it becomes possible to compose
images with words, hence my intuitions are confirmed, for: in the beginning was
the image, and from the image came forth the word, and to image doth the word
return. That’s what the image called Genesis in Reverse (on the homepage of my
web site) is saying. But why is the question? As I said it’s something to do
with morphogenesis and the making of something transformational – most
art-science and art-technology is not, but I keep looking for something that
might be, or have the potential for such. It is a long, long quest. Did I find
sight of journey’s end in Kima? Only time will tell, but Kima in its many
different manifestations, bringing together at different times, music, performance,
immersion, dance, poetry, technology, sound, image and synaesthesia, does make
for something very different to the normal explorations of an art space that is
now at least six decades old. And being so old it has become a source of much
dissatisfaction within me, as indeed has literature which is even older – thus
another reason deep within for the quest that I have embarked upon.
Thus then finding that I am not anymore able to compose, I take
on a different role, exploring through vicarious interaction that which lies
around. Then it is done and I am gone to another place in London, where some
conceptual art from the past lies waiting to be explored, and there I do find,
more information about the image and the word combined – another serendipitous
moment in time.
Intriguing
possibilities is the ending phrase that comes forth from of this waltzing
encounter with word and image, bound together in ways it seems that still lie
unseen.
II.1
Enter Marshall McLuhan and Paul.
PAUL: Were DG CONNECT not listening? No they were not, for
it is the funding of art that thou should do, not the development of unconventional
and compelling products with under-funded afterthoughts, otherwise known as artists,
in tow. And you get what you get, but you can get some interesting things if
you know how to create the infrastructure to enable this. It seems I do and DG
CONNECT do not, which is one of the reasons I engaged in critiquing DG CONNECT
and what they did, and much more as well.
PAUL: And be it true that this thing that we now call STEM,
that too is media?
MARSHALL: It be true as any truth be true. Art-science and
art-technology too, for these are media as well. Better look therefore and see
beyond the numb stance.
PAUL: We do.
Exeunt.
Enter Julia.
JULIA: Forgive us if we seem to be, that which you do not
wish us to be, but the world of STEM, and its funding of art, are problems writ
large for those who wish to see, for they have their own agenda grounded in
morphostasis, and silent narratives too, which we are able to hear, for we walked
among them unseen, and in preparation, spent much time while growing up, learning
how to see – and what we see are little children playing in the rye, blindly
unaware that they dance on the edge of doom. Now they dance with artists too. Better
catch them lest they fall. So back to morphogenesis again! Thus we engage in a
beautiful heresy and bid welcome to a time that surely must be what humanity
will come to see as the inevitable turning, for no age lasts for an eternity.
Exit.