Contact with anybody
who has produced work of quality
fills me with an air of thwarted yearning empathy,
an implausible sense of fraternity,
a melancholy sting. Regret and resentment
gnawing at me, eating me alive.
This is what you reap
when you haven’t sown anything.
backup teleoperated rendezvous control system
György Kepes’s kinetic outdoor neon light mural for Radio Shack, Boston, 1949-1950
Lewis Unitary Plan Wind Tunnel Control Room
I’m a great fan of Kubrick/Speilberg’s “A.I.”.
It’s taken me 12 years to notice that tear moves from the human facade to the gynoids inner face. It’s Kubrick.
That’s not a mistake. That’s particularity.
98 (Teaser II)
A second glimpse at the new Dragonfly Lingo work; a more notable excerpt from the upcoming concept…
hey that’s got me on it
morphine, belladonna, potassium bromide, horse serum