do you ever feel like a plastic bag, 2024
stainless steel, foam, iron ore, acrylic, dog tooth, dental mirror, neodymium magnets, human hair, dead cat filter, zip ties
56 x 56 x 213 cm
Shown at Blindside as part of every time we touch I get this feeling curated by Audrey Pfister
“O the naivete of the first days of creation when you will set the clock for the independent animation of objects that will wink at each other, play tricks on each other, learn from each other.
In this primeval garden where a synthetic sun will rise, inner voices will whisper, immaterial kisses hover in the air, and you will lie in the reconstructed sense of fur. Of course don't expect to keep your old identity: one name, one country, one clock. For be it through medical reconstruction or through fantasy, multiplied versions of yourself are going to blossom up every-where. Ideal, statistical, ironical. A springtime for schizophrenia! And to make it worse, as Randy Walser puts it, there won't be any possibility in cyberspace to distinguish between a dumb object, an "intelligent" one, and a human being. We will all be the same: half alive, half dead, ready to be stored and tagged forever in a Mormon mountain.
But we need not worry. What we call reality was only a temporary consensus anyway, a mere stage in the technique.”
- Nicole Stenger, Mind is a Leaking Rainbow, 1991
