It Takes Two Wrongs to Make It Right One. Entering the space: a transparent barrier splits the room. Its crooked spine braces a clear vertical surface, scratched in with a drawing that only reveals itself in passing light. Collaged paintings straddle both sides, revealing new images as you circle the divide. The materials feel familiar. You catch flashes of them scraping across the city. Wood. Little Trees. Paper. Fingers. Plexiglass. Pigeon. Car part. Egg yolk. Concrete. Bart Simpson. Separate Homer’s skin from his bones. Fry the skin fast, boil the bones slow. Plate together and serve.
A perfect image is destined to fail. An object transcribed by an image is subject to my movement. From far away, the image appears clear. I see two hands, one Toyota. I step closer. Desire accelerates without hope for the future. The image morphs into compression lines encasing blue and green shadows, the paint underneath glowing faintly pink. Restless objects flirt with collision. Cut it out. CUT TO: an eyelash caught in the white of a blinking eye. Hair on the ground, do you miss my scalp? I went to the pet shop and the owner said he had a talking centipede for sale. It gets dark so early now. I took the centipede home. We’re getting close. Close enough.
What is accuracy?
An image of skin doesn’t feel like skin. Bare skin is intimate. Seductive. Its low-resolution image refuses to seduce. Digital artifacts flaunt their lack – lack of information. They deterritorialize. Anonymize. The image provides proximity to intimacy without embodiment. Like sitting in your parked car watching a couple on the street, headlights on and music blaring. Ordinary moments drift towards unprocessed thought. Images stand as thresholds. They provide a liminal portal. Meanwhile, the printer processes new information by repeating the same motion over and over and over.
Two. Hitachi Magic Wand Original – review by Allison After the first round of trying this out I’m terrified to do it again. Focusing on finding a release, I did not pay much attention to the heat that was building up, thinking it was just getting a little warm. That is, until I finished and realized how hot the thing had actually gotten. The next day here and I’m feeling just how hot it was against an area of the body that does not take heat like that well. Now I’m realizing that I just dropped $60 on something I’ll likely never use again.
