virtue flagging

 A soma-technical exploration of sound, language and figure ground
relations. A glossy body lump in virtual space is surrounded as words arrive
in friendly shapes and tones with bitter technical, imagist and affectual
evocations. The present is considered in terms of its structural violence
and opportunities for hate. A body imitates video game emote gestures in
slippery capturing techniques. An emphatic AI chorus modelled from
attention holding mastery attempts to sings death bed instrumentals.

FALL FILM POEM Sampler / Beaconsfield Gallery, Vauxhall 

December 12 in London or December 13 in Glasgow

 

 

FULLY PREPARED

 One Minute Volume 12 curated by Kerry Baldry.

Screenings 2024: Storyhouse, Chester; Close-Up Film Centre, London;  Cube Microplex, Bristol; Visualcontainer + [.BOX] Videoart Project Space, Milan; Dundas Arcade, Middlesborough; Birley Studios/Gallery, Preston.

 igotU

dead gain

dead 'gain

igotU

Hey whattup y’all

left chat range.

left draw distance.

left the region.

clowding/crowding

... occupying the empty point of universality

Confidence poem

Quit now

Hordes of Pan

Anxious metonyms

Smell Roses

Smell Gasoline

Choices (options)

Moving forward

Dealing with the future

When I grow up I want to be a job

Healing

Intergenerational immersion

Waves (of feels)

Impact studies

Privilege checking soliloquies

Thrashing bubble babies

Meta-Pool

Tethered treats

Watery entertainment

Boundaries to cross

Replaced

By mobile targets

Policing frameworks and security

Or the imperceptible and ineffable

Breaking free in removal of gold standards

Interstital encounters of recovery necessary

A subject that objects to

Program and purpose

Instrumentalised rapture

Or

Gracián's silent saint
Sharing unspeakable existence

che vuoi?

Tragic Certainty

The Chime of Want

Old Fathers transporting

w/out cost

You Died

Victory Achieved

Searching for the Sunlight

To encounter the inhuman

A fragile and interminable affair.

Listen for the noise.

What you can hear 

What you cannot understand 

Is the life-walk of the proletariat

Suffering w/out translation

Brute wails

Life Work of the Ages