Showing posts with label Dead End. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dead End. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 August 2018

X. To finish the Young Girl



The shell is just one aspect of the organism’s morphology; it is the aspect most available to study, the dried material secretion of the gamer. We took up conchology.

Tuesday, 14 August 2018

Common Problem


First past the post


LMFS is the name of the collaboration between Louisa Minkin and Francis Summers. We have been making banners sometimes since 2012.



Recurring themes include: agitation, solidified memory, forgetting, allusions, technologies, image-text relations, poetic dispersal and concretion, social art-work as patchwork archaeology of failed forms, the lumpen-vectoral…



Some methods: Historical research, sudden leaps, churned seas of associations. The thud of the rock from our ancestors hitting the back of our heads, smelling the chilled sweat of the sublime as it slumbers in a cardboard box at the amazon depot [thanks Tyler Coburn]



We think about chalk on the fence, the impermanence of the public sphere…

We <3 the poor image.

We think about networks, borders, behaviours.

We ask along with Vilem Flusser; What does it mean to see an image, to respond to it as a thickening feedback procedure?