Burden https://youtu.be/LKFCu2xy4yg VIDEO http://www.alansondheim.org/Burden.jpg I was thinking about violence tonight. I was thinking about us. I was thinking about everyone one of us. What was it. I was thinking about nothing. I remember someone saying how thoughtful of you. Our burden crushes you. We are all brought down by the weight of our past and the weight of the past of those who have come before us. We are living on the slow knife edge of history which always cuts us down. In this piece what I was attempting to do no that's not true. And this piece which I have created what I am doing is encumbering my avatar with all sorts of float some and jetsam from the past.
From other works that I've done. Other works that I have done
before there was quarantine. The Avatar becomes increasingly immobilized. The Avatar is brought down by all of this. We are all avatars. We're always here aware of our eminent and imminent death. We have nothing to go on but the debris that we have carried with us all of our lives. This is a debris film. This is a film about massacre. This is a film about death. This is a film that was done as a performance Bringing Down the avatar. What remains at the end is confusion. There's no left to right no up or down no right or wrong. This is about the Avatar as an inert thing. This is about the avatar as a thing. But it is not a thing it is a collection or collocation of vertices and programs. Exist only as digital. It exists only in my mind. It is neither human nor transhuman nor subhuman or Uber human. There is too much talk of humans on this planet. There's too much talk. This Avatar is moved as mute. This sound is always uncanny in my work. I had to work and work and work and work on this as mistake after mistake was made. As the computer became an overburdened. What is occurring here is relatively simple the Avatar is putting on shells and costumes of its past existence. Over and over again until it becomes a burden. The Avatar feels no burden. The computer has a machine the computer is my friend the computer is my motherfather. The computer feels the burden. The computer slows to a halt. The computer can no longer handle this and begins to heat up. I have a fan running on the. In order to produce this. This is about the limits that I can develop myself or drown in my machinery. I'm drowning in my avatar. I'm drowning in my Machinery. Nothing is working right. Nothing ever will be working right. The only thing that will be working right is death. I will never know how this story ends. I will never know how this story ends. I will never know how this story ends. I will never know anything. I know nothing. I know nothing. There is nothing now that knows nothing. There is nothing now that knows nothing. It's a body without a head. It's a head without a body. It's a thing. The soldiers fire at it. It's a thing. Pop pop. I walk into the past and the future together with my arms open. Together with my together arms open. I fall to the ground. I can hear the sound of bullets send a distance. Send a distance to me. You will send them to me. I can hear the sounds of screams. The screams are no longer in the distance. There is a dull Roar. There are factories. There are bodies falling everywhere like rain. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
