I would like to question our approach to artistic expression in the mass-market era, our capacity to perceive and interpret the world and the self, and our subsequent consciousness and freedom. I dream about and work for a new way of creation, interpretation and reception of art within an environment free of market domination, academic technocracy and administrative deception.
My work as an artist is focused on the problematization of time, mostly through sound, as a social tool. I intend to create situations of sonic "underload" where the listener can linger over reflection and contemplation. I believe in quietness to overcome the excess of information, fragmentation of the present, and immediacy of production, consumption and optimization of today's everyday life. I train myself to look better in order to see, to listen better in order to hear (Éliane Radigue, "The Mysterious Power of the Infinitesimal"): the biggest step of my journey as an artist was to become conscious that I am not conscious.
I intend to understand and exist in the present through artistic creation, focusing on finding a solid ground, presence and intention for my creative necessities. I hope to create opportunities to encounter continuity, depth and meaning in this hectic world for me and others.
More and more I have the feeling that we are getting nowhere. Slowly, as the talk goes on, we are getting nowhere and that is a pleasure… Originally, we were nowhere; and now, again, we are having the pleasure of being slowly nowhere. If anybody is sleepy, let him go to sleep (John Cage, "Lecture on Nothing").
I commit myself to quieten time and linger over sound.
Thanks to Jean-Paul Sartre for Nausea, John Kennedy Toole for A Confederacy of Dunces, and John Steinbeck for The Grapes of Wrath.
Thanks to Galina Ustvolskaya, the truest composer, and to Éliane Radigue, Eva-Maria Houben and Jakob Ullmann for defying the immediacy era.
Thanks to Dada (dada m'dada, dada m'dada dada mhm, dada dera dada, dada Hue, dada Tza). Thanks to Fluxus.
Thanks to Mayakovsky …the boat of love crashed into everyday life… (last letter, 1930).
Thanks to all artists who feel or have felt the oppression that is normally exerted on those who express the freedom of their consciousness.
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