(later this week) evidence from the large scanner point-cloud into abject objects of desire, smeared pixels and the conjuration of the true real organism http://www.alansondheim.org/azureleg1.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/azureleg2.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/azureleg3.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/azureleg4.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/azureleg5.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/azurelega.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/azurelegb.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/azurelegc.jpg (earlier this week) evidence from the large scanner: Azure Carter film noir templates for continuance of research into the obscenity of the night http://www.alansondheim.org/azuren1.gif http://www.alansondheim.org/azuren2.gif http://www.alansondheim.org/azuren12.gif http://www.alansondheim.org/azuren21.gif http://www.alansondheim.org/azuren32.gif http://www.alansondheim.org/azuresit.gif (David Askevold would have liked this; in a way the translucency of the digital and pristine quality of the analogic, that sort of thing, would have resonated. I remember the two of us scuttling down a barren coastal cliff, jagged rocks all the way, in the middle of a pitch-dark and stormy Nova Scotia winter night. We were recording a foghorn and its echoes, holding on for dear life. I can see the scanner images through an uncanny the memory of these soundings, which are with me here in West Virginia, a 35-year-old tape. I'd dedicate these works to him if that weren't such an absurd, meaningless gesture, especially in the face and body of death.) _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
