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
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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
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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
