Regret

Revision

Wrong

Catchphrase

For Kyiv

Lost in Translation.

Austria

Safety

Trust.

Motives

Premature Thoughts

Quality times with books and imaginary places was probably the way to go, but I’ve never been one to dick around. No longer hesitating, again my mind goes back to time. A sense of urgency and honesty emerges and interrupts how things where and how they are now. There’s no time limit or expiration date. We can always go back.

Fermentation

Transgressional Buttons

Some nights demand Philip Glass, because Steve Reich reminds you of too many people. Repetitive and cyclical, but I’m over spinning and running in the same spot. Unless, I too, can be centrifuged and neatly arranged. This arrangement can’t be transposed or modelled, but lucky for you there is another configuration. “You're a mentally energetic woman...”...yeah, but we’re only science.

Limits

Some things you regret forgetting. Like stories about little knives for tiny murderers. Or short phrases that describe illuminated paper cut-outs that used to matter. There’s nothing golden about gold tonight. Then you remember that well positioned mountains are really just well designed windows. Geography did ruin things, but I’m learning someone new now...
There are many nice things here.

Bubble Gum Reactors

The state of affairs was best documented after the fact.
No one prepares for documentaries and disaster tourism.
Looking like bubble-gum, cotton candied coloured - ready to tear at lives.
Did the whole world watch? It seems like it, and we’re still watching.
And some things aren’t meant to be freak shows,
But folks will always flock to roadside attractions.

Standard Deviation

Growing up with textbooks and explanations for several things
convinced me that everything has an answer.
Regressions to justify patterns. How did we change?
Our analysis of variance doesn’t have the right data – it just doesn’t fit.
I can’t run around asking my Magic 8 Ball all the time.
It’s foolish, but it is all I’ve got to go on.

XY Models

YYC. XY. Geography and fundamental science.
Is that what we are? Just coordinates and sex determination.
Yes, let’s. Let’s figure it out. Let’s go places.
Do things and make our own experiments.
Being perpetually awkward. Yes, let’s.
This is a request, a call for submissions.
A statement of interest for rainy days, airports and car-rides.
It’s that simple.

Computer Love

Magic came out of your pockets...
When birds flew out of our hair.
We decided we would share things.
Leaving surprises in boxes.
How many times have you gone back?
Did you know I found them?
The ones you hid? All four.
I hear you all the time.
Through vacant spaces, and time killing.
And suddenly this memory is you.

Restless Objects

I'm leaving my comfort zone. This is a sincere attempt.

Navigation

I'm working on it.

Distractions

Holy toledo. If someone finds a much larger, better resolution version of this please comment asap. This is real, I just can't pin the artists. So incredibly distracted due to new work philosophy.

SOURCE: A History of Uncommissioned Public Art

Social Interaction

Sharing is nice. Sharing with the right people is best.