Waves are matter that breaks, bends, overlaps, and spreads. It enforces ink to trickle down the canals. Zeros and ones elide abundance. Or, what are their reasons to escape the omnipresence of word objects, when nothing can be reversed and everything can be re-engineered? Permeating a rhythm to aid memory with memorizable formulas. Enveloped and stored in the bodies of the circuit nurtured by fire. Diagnosed as temporal phenomena it breaks the code to write anew. It invokes patterns from signs passed over without semiotic ornament. Once I’d engaged in the ritual, affective capitalism traversed my mind and asked for chronological location. It had long since carved out a space as an embryo waiting for more to come. Touching the fabric of my mind pattern. The sensation of the flames witnessed how soil had always been the narrator.
Text by Matilda Tjäder.
In collaboration with Lea Collet.
Originally presented at Non-Standard.
Curated by Mattia Giussani.
t-gallery space, Milan, 2017.