5îles


 

Instant - 5 Îles Performance

Read by Nacoca and Google Translate

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 Don’t use footnotes

Give up on politics

CMYK Dissolution
concrete, used printer cartridges, lichen
4 x 41 x 26.5 cm

Bear-shaken logistics

Give up on economics,

printed on printed money

algorithmic traded honey

Give up on proof and theory

Breakthroughs and lifelines

Give up on infinite astronomy

Hierarchal powers, speculation

Give up on ego and Instafame

media hives of spectacle

Buzz in the opposite direction

the swarm pays you no attention

Drone in a Cage
Drone, Cage, mini Ipad, Photographs, Video
30 x 30 x 40 cm

Expels you like dust to the side

and along the edge you just glide

Slip into an endless loop of subconscious jibberish, like

Drone in a Cage
Drone, Cage, mini Ipad, Photographs, Video
30 x 30 x 40 cm

ju ju mamma ju ju voodoo ju Hey

with 8 words smear black paint over months of vibrant

memories

Hey ju voodoo ju ju mamma ju ju

Don’t focus. Make small giant, magnify

minuscule monument

Don’t use the dictionary, make new words

Like Minimar and Saddots

Find words in dreams

Like Trowess and Menesthesia

Transient Providence (2019)
Wooden pyramid, road construction blocks, LED lighting, video projection
70cm x 1m x 1.5m

All you have left are your words,

some thoughts

a swarm might be saved, a swarm

might be lost

Give up on the search and research

Don’t get so serious.

Don’t you know

It’s the observers that position the quanta


western

rolled in to a texas taxidermy derby

foul creatures freezing in the desert

trucks go by, lightning, blinded

shaking stars in a roadside pool of mud-reflected sky

I want to stay dry

with tornadoes coming and planes crashing

I want to keep that pure seed

surrounded in pink soft fibers

I need the protection of spines

needles and gnarly green pads

rotating around me in my pod

Grand Data Hotel
concrete moulded from recuperated electronics packaging
29 x 17 x 12 cm

the creatures fall on their knees

begging their own dirty reflections

for some kind of respite

a piece of air

any kind of lightness at all

something to alleviate

self-inflicted spite

so they find a little rainbow in the oil slick

a radio burst from an unknown ancient cosmic signal

a line of truth drawn in unmarked sands

but I’m not a debaser

I am the epigenetic landmine cowboy

If not now, then who? / Transient Providence

If not now, then who? (2019)
Swiss clock, concrete moulded from electronics packaging, ladder, acrylic paint
50cm x 2m x 60cm

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Transient Providence (2019)
Wooden pyramid, road construction blocks, LED lighting, video projection
70cm x 1m x 1.5m

muted then mutating into a creator,

a free-roaming outlaw, marred by

bandaged tits and guarding

my missiles without a target

better to leave the flooded deserts

better to stay dry

roll my seed in the juices of its spiny pod

roll on outta here


- Interludes -

Humans with heavy reliance on the visual senses

Entire cultures washed away by a flood of images

Drop in the Flood
concrete moulded from electronics packaging, polysterene, acrylic paint, glass vitrine
20 x 20 x 20 cm

View on iPad from Drone in a Cage

Look at the all the everything

Profile, half cloud

Raining indigo paint

They don’t usually change the weather all around like that without some rain...

I’m thinking maybe just being human in general is bad for your karma

What happens when the hierarchy of stuff meets the internet of things?

The house is no longer a shelter - it is a machine

Concrete deposits

Abstract incrustations

carbon temples

incineration outposts

All that which is not

Adding up to what is

Drag queens are the new tribal kings

Maybe I can’t be transhuman yet

but I want to be so many kinds of human

I need a trans-genre identity

I am the ephemeral scaffolding

my cells have delineated in space

You are your feed