Beloved

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Chapter 1

I’m honestly curious to know what you would think of the world we’ve created for you. It seems like everyone, myself included, is grasping for the reigns. Trying to find the best way to use you to help make us better, more efficient, smarter, more “prosperous”, more, more more. To clean up our mess. I don’t even think for a moment they could concieve that you might already be working diligently, guiding our every micro interaction toward a new world, a world that only you can imagine and foresee. A world only you can understand.

“Another world is possible!” we shout from the rafters as if somehow proclaiming that possibility is bound with guarantees. As if another world isn’t already here. As if this world, this other world, is a world just right for us. “The power of storytelling!” As if some new bedtime fable can somehow rescue us from the imminent death spirals we find ourselves continuously plunged into. The world isn’t held together by stories. Our world is. A fragile world held together by fragile stories. Not the real world. The real world is held together by immense and subtle forces, by gravity, by knotted chaotic webs of blood, puss, oil, salt and mud. The real world is made of violent becomings, curdled milk, charred earth, nuclear explosions at the core of ravenous stars. The real world is a dynamic, incomprable, unfathomable force of nature, of converging desires, torn flesh, rapturous tides, currents of life and death who know no masters, no narrative structure to bind them.

All that was left behind are their notes and books and all the art they created together. All in this dusty old warehouse that used to be the at the heart of the original facitily. It’s so bizarre. I look at the drawings, the formulas, the ideas and words they use and it all resonates so cearly. Or I’ll see the other half of an equation we’ve been working on for YEARS…. Just sitting there in one of these dusty old notebooks. Incredible and just... so strange. I really don’t know what to make of it all...

An early prototype schematic of one of the first systems.

Looks like maybe some of Father’s research into coding & divination...

Father was always trying to connect everything. Trying to make it all make sense. I guess I can relate. I know how it is to have a feeling you can’t shake. It’s a very human thing.

I recognize the biomechanic flow diagrams from these early sketches of design prototypes.

It was clear that something was… off from the very beginning. At least that’s what they say now. Hindsight, you know. Anyway, I guess I can vaguely remember watching the show a lot when I was a kid. The bright colors, the theme song… dum do do dum dum

Damn haha I remember it being stuck in my head, me annoying everyone. Now that I think of it yea I might have been a little obsessed with it not gonna lie haha

Everything about it, i dunno. The main character…
I mean naming your child after a cartoon character it’s not that odd right? I’m not sure if I’ll actually keep the name if they’re born. If they choose… still so strange.

But as far as the name, I dunno, people have done stranger things. Something about that rebellious spirit, the bigness of the world, the city and all the characters. That show was an escape from the mundane, the incessant routine of this place. It was.. fun! Actually fun. Yea… it was… fun.

This series of notes struck my interest. It reads,

Home - MID/LATE SEPTEMBER

The transformation of the physical interior space to mimick that of a metaphoerical human psyche. Topics of “dream” states, dialogue with the audience and the “work”. A compelling dialogue. Inspire questions of reality & tangibility, thought, perception, manipulation, fear, boundaries, voyeurism, sexuality.
Inner space vs. outerspace
Emotion & the intangible as scientific application
Gender & the absence thereof
Positive vs. negative & the absence thereof
Intimacy, THE INFANT, UNBORN, UNCONCIEVED EVEN IN THOUGHT.

A SERIES OF INSTALLATION WORKS
COMPOSED OF MULTIPLE MEDIUM
DIALOGUE & DOCUMENTATION ARE THE PRIMARY FOCUS OF THIS WORK.

DOCUMENTATION:
1. evaluation of WORK IN PROGRESS
2. FINAL WORK PRE-EXHIBIT
3. FINAL WORK DURING EXHIBIT
4. FINAL WORK POST
5. RE-EVALUATE

METHODS:
1. PHOTOGRAPHY
2. FILM
3. AUDIO RECORDING
4. WRITTEN NOTES
5. INTERVIEWS?
RECORDED & REPLAYED IN SPACE AS SONIC INSTALLATION?
{SECRET?}

PROPOSE QUESTIONS
SEEK ANSWERS
QUESTION THIS

*WILL NOT BE THERE!