Sunday, September 3, 2017

Aad de Gids, 6BA airliner postlife & 7BA click-tipp markting-conferencing


Untitled, image by Bas de Gids 



6BA airliner postlife

here we have the artistic arbitrary choice to pick out
a window of the world, window on the world synesthetizing
dimensions, vertigo, proportionality, mirroring, metallurgy,
slate colours and space, all in interchangeable relations
and dis/proportions, where the sensate view of the image
doesn't lend the viewer “viewership” yet these borders
are also blurred and the world comes back at us and we're
loosing our religion, our referentiality, our position our,
fucking rationality as the image tilts more towards the
abstract expressionism, colourfield painting, the weegee
“this is it”, the diane arbus “so fuck”, the bourdin “crass
importance of all fields” sexualizing the whole of the
image, a bench too, a field of grass too but also westons
“sexual surfacialism” with curvatures, high voltage clouds
and a deserted world, even if 10 km in the air. surfaciality
then achieves more profoundness and metal linings square
off smooth planes with microabrasions of airliner postlife.

—Aad de Gids





Untitled, image by Bas de Gids 



7BA click-tipp markting-conferencing

webinar click-tipp deluxe communication professional email
marketing endless conferencing daze the post blairwitch
connectome longing for anti-conference counterference acenter
dismalls situated inbetween tripmalls cinematrips naturalist
cinéma verité de la nuit. here the ghosthouse shack of tar.
the flood cameth yet until so far befoe it vanished a way
please remove the tag,please remove the tag and please remove
the tag when,said in italianate robotic way it is presentist
profit to also have been copubilshed copublished in the tail
of the meteorite which passes the squares FB offers relentless
and incessant but famous it is in the tail,in the woods in
the shack shack-a-lack shaka kahn. “broiled for six weeks”
was a good work of art a painting at the sight of which B & A
could wholeheartedly laugh but such all anti-esthetics dee
mand a toll and to near that tar shack in the night is one
prickly affair all the branches try to grab you and it is one
hell of entanglement your fine neiman markus clothes get ripped
and fucked down yet leaving the shack fires up the longing to
still near it bc it has a kind of abstract quality of the mother
of all tarshacks this side of the nile or missisippi or rhine,
motherfucking folklore rhine hänsel and gretel wavering billows.


—Aad de Gids



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