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REMAKES OF TRAVELLING | the project |
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| Adolfo Farias, Buenos Aires, Argentina | the gallery |
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This imaginary travel intends to create and depict by means of digitally enhanced photographs, digital paintings and poems-travel sketches a fictional utopia land that is crisscrossed by an imaginary traveler. These visual/ narrative sketches are strokes of imagination mostly expressed as remembers-state of mind , but also through ãunderlinedä political- sociological standpoints within the conceptual background that artwork for the net conveys.Although ephemeral , lonely and wandering , this journey aims at being continued or at least enhanced by my so far unknown travelers companions
 
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This is is the first step or stop of my imaginary travel. The country I am in now is called Nw -viet that is mostly inhabited by a population of pixels that are distorted and children or youung people. I decided to pixelate the original photo to particularly express distortions an/ or mutations of technology. I dare to include a short poem that I wrote long ago and can also give the viewers an aditional aspect of the artpiece and of the "idiosyncracsy" that depicts this Now- Viet place.
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The second stop-step of journey is at Nummergaugelossenland. This land is by majority inhabited by “a – civilised” human beings who dedicate most of their time to measure things, objects, animals etc. First, they measure themselves : their nails, the cavities of their teeth, the length of their eyelids hairs, the moisture of eyebrows and moustaches, diameter of excrements , thickness of drops of spits, and then go out chasing for new challenges to be measured like other people’s footsteps, fences, mops, trails, caterpillars, light beams reflected on dropped broken mirrors , shadows of torn , ramshackle umbrellas, etc. Afterwards, they get together to chat or discuss about the results of their measures. It seems they have no nostalgia, memory ,sense of time and an incipient , particular sense of space. It is said, that one of them once even gauged a fake anal log pixel , the shadow of a jellyfish and of a zebra’s offspring lying on the yellowish summer grass. Now she is trying to measure panic, hatred, lust, greed , a spiteful gossip of indulgence/ remorse and if it pops up a sudden dewdrop of joy.
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Still-ness-da----- darlandsein My (our) third step Ðstop of our journey is at/ in Still-ness-da ----- darlandsein, a tiny, remote, lost territory that was once included in the first apocrypha, pixelated3D blueprint .In that so-called Òplatz- land every living being: animals, plants, humans, etc. have developed an eccentric modus vivendi and cull- ture, which is based on training themselves on the antique art of stillness. This means- minx to devote their lifetime to freeze, paralyze, and uttermost to wipe out or suppress movement / motion. Plants and trees, specifically chrysanthemums, cactus, the silk floss tree and the jacaranda, seem to have been the masters and mentors of the practice insofar to stamp out photosynthesis. They have also passed on the other living entities this refined technique. Dragonflies have reached a highly advanced stage that is to still their wings tremors, the hummingbird has also suppressed his glandular activity so as to halt his amorous thrush as well as the wren and the finch .A cloned zebra-suricata is on the way to enhance her technique by lessening neuronal activity up to total torpor. As for the mediocre human being apprentices, twins and triplets are said to be the masters in anus flatulencies / catatonic paralysis, but most of them have not yet learnt the commonest stage of spleen odor, finger tipping and R.E.M avoidance. Only few ones are improving on nipple motion mitigation, hairy/ hoary nose movement abdication, and the advanced ones have reached the famous lachrymose flux stoppage. A newly born fetus is dreaming to go even further, he/ she is suppressing ....................................... |
Schloss Solitude Art-Kabaret Land "ThereÕs nothing more debauched than thinking. This sort of wantonness runs wild like a wind-borne weed on a plot laid out for daises." Szymborska This fourth stop- is at Schloss Solitude ArtKabaret Land . It is a waste, corrupted, excreted, land mostly populated by creep-led micro-organisms such as voracious viruses and bacteria who over the years have created ephemeral, wicked, pernicious, wishy-washy fallacies and criteria . As we roam around this unfertile place that is a kind of pound of muddy waters, we perceive three kinds of them : the producers, curators, consumers-spectators. All of them can be defined as helpers-killers and, even tough they need to co-habit and interact between them, their continuos struggles and disputes or simply the mere fact of living together seems to be lethal. By swimming or surfing over the whirls, waves, ripples of these infected waters we get soaked by the leftovers of those disputes, a flock of fumes of opinions, agitated thought-spasms that have been humbly and patiently picked up by tiny, squalid , clever, shin-nest weather-exposed skeletons of a wacky family of squids. As the tides touch the poundÕs shores, the squids build grains of true creative imagination into their wombs- belly tombs to save and secure the grains for future visitors and / or generations. Unfortunately, there are no records that can testify if their work has been successful or not. Anyhow, it is said that the squids keep on carrying out their work at least until the next stop ........or until a new shore be unveleid. |
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