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Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Monday, 29 October 2012

NOTES FROM THE BOARD.






Sunday, 28 October 2012

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Monday, 22 October 2012

Friday, 19 October 2012

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'The Creation of A Collective Flashback'

The image returns. A single frame of a lived past resurfaces in the present. A momentary recall of another time. An image first seen in a white space. I witness once again the congregation surrounding a lone sheet placed in the same room as the image.

HERE, WE REJECT THE AUTONOMOUS, HERE, WE CREATE A FUTURE. HERE, WE AWAIT OUR COLLECTIVE FLASHBACK.

Thursday, 18 October 2012




Within the concluding lines of The Remembered Film, Victor Burgin asserts ‘We rarely own thememories we are sold’. Here Burgin defines our personally remembered but collective created memories derived from the remotely viewed and remotely lived as a clandestine of capitalism, an entity peering out from behind the edges of the perpetuatingpropagation of the unlived but fondly recalled. This absorption of capitalism intothe supposed autonomously experienced memory finds itself formulated in thesubconsciously recalled images of an* entertainment. This form of entertainment, if it is to transcend thedividing line between the personally lived and the collectively witnessed toform a faux-lived in the audiences mind must continuously evolve itself intothe common language within that present era, it must become a language of a naturalentertainment. ‘Natural’ as all viewers must engage with theentertainment as the norm, the banal of the everyday and thus enabling theviewer to open completely to the entertainment image’s ‘POWER’. This‘power’ being defined in the unnoticed subjugation of the image into thepresent creation of the audience’s future recalled past. As one recalls truememories; A birthday party, a first kiss, glimpses of childhood holidays on amomentary impulse so must one now recall the gaze of ‘Grace’s Eyes’ (fig.1.)alongside those of the subject’s mother. The lived and unlived are thus rapidlyand subconsciously experienced in the mind of the viewer as one and the same,the viewer can no longer differentiate in those moments of spontaneous recallbetween her true lived past and that of a past sold.




*:Within the modern situ, this entertainmentexists in a cornucopia of format: Traditionally speaking; cinema, televisionand the advertisement but also as the second life of the videogame and theinfinite digital space of the internet in all of its articulations: from dériveon the digital streets of Tokyo, to images of friends at parties missed, toChris Markers Second Life haven ‘L’Ouvroir’ (2008), and beyond.)

Sunday, 14 October 2012

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Thursday, 11 October 2012

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Sunday, 7 October 2012


HERE, WE CREATE A COLLECTIVE FLASHBACK.

Friday, 5 October 2012



 We are located outside of time. The images and sounds experienced here have silenced all temporal disputes. An eternal present, and at this point I am whispering close to you. A long shot. It is conceivable that these images have existed someplace before, nevertheless within this space all past is rendered irrelevant. Can you see through these white walls? Here exists love, at first and last sight. // In this place, we can create moments of a collective, but definably personal flashback exalted from the ashes of our own mutual vaults. Our flashback. Passing through the curtain, the dreamers will return to the future. However, these images pasted upon the backs of eyes will remain. The memories will remain. Unconscious recall will occur, but please do not fret. Although the image in this instance will be seen only by you: We will have the same history, for these are our images. 

Thursday, 4 October 2012

Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Tuesday, 2 October 2012



Hands gripped through time.


 … with my bodily senses I surveyed the external world as best I could, and considered the life my body has from me and the senses themselves. From that I turned inwards to the depths of my memory, like so many vast rooms filled so wonderfully with things beyond number: and I considered and stood awe-stricken.