sadness, last, fullness
distraught at the ending of a nine-month residency, the work disappearing in two days, at least in its intended state; I've gone in and maximized the number of objects on some of the parcels, the last gasp of a form of hysteria awkwardly connected with creative stumbling among virtuals and reals. I didn't expect to feel this way, but I've explored every milli- meter of the place, such as it is, analyzed and written through it, taught classes with it or even there, inhering; I've exhibited it online and off, in galleries and film or video venues, and now the curtain's over and habitus almost but not quite yet removed. What you'll see if you enter the place, more a state of mind than anything else, is something unique now, the overflowing or abundance of the virtual and the struggle of computers to keep up with the flow which seems simultaneously endless and confined. Do go to the site one last time: | To access the Odyssey exhibition The Accidental Artist: | http://slurl.com/secondlife/Odyssey/48/12/22 - The next two days are all there is. http://www.alansondheim.org/ lastfullness pngs and I'll try to put some video up as well Sometime, somewhere, histories of these works should be preserved; now, they're ephemeral, at the whim of curators, owners, whomever, anyone but the artists who spend hundreds of hours creating them. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
