[EMAIL PROTECTED] > An expression, a process of conversation, a long talk with another, time and > place, displaced. Why the impetus to create such, a non-mutable volume control > of non-sound? Or sound that can be seen. Is it a ego, living, breathing, fire > walking thing? I cannot decipher my own handwriting - I just let it exist on > the paper and cry inkstains on top of it. You say it is a process, that > hands > do not move alone...what is the primary then? I say, like you, a heart beats > with faster rythmes, shaking its way to the outside of the skin. It proclaims > in superior position, king, queen of the body. The brain, soundly defeated, > yet in some, cries with childish anger - "I am here, see my clever refrain!" > But the heart sings a louder song.
the longings of net-artist comes out from the urge for elemental expression. via interactiva/net-art plunged into depth of human experience: images & explorations, words, icons & music, graffitti & cartoons concentrated, heightened, justapoxed (methamorfosis take place in oppositte direction), the poem of the junkyard of my whole life; ego? an artis of the past become new by technology, by accident or error, therefore by discoveries. let the body explore with fresh, wide-eye of child open mind pez
