Silent Witness
And what of tourism and knowledge; is there a season for both and, if so, is it the same season?
Indeed!
And what of tourism and knowledge; is there a season for both and, if so, is it the same season?
Indeed!
Older images, collected bytedust on a hard drive for a bit.
Were the images also flattened by the latency of existence as data, as real potential?
Can something be nothing but potential without the intrusion of langlanduage?
Sometimes, the work is seeking out those spaces where the past/present is in the act of coming-to-being. We seem to spend so much time chastising ourselves as the culture that will bring on the end of the world. But if you sit down and think about it, has the planet ever been at rest? Heck, there was a time that most of the Earth’s surface was molten rock, sulphur pits and unpleasantly warm surfaces everywhere else. We are certainly changing things, but they are also changing us. It is simply a question of waiting it out to see which gene pool ends up being able to thrive.
Wow… talk about trying to stir up some excitement around a space launch. I can’t wait for it myself, I am a bit of a space nut; not so much the nitty gritty science of it but more how it can be conceptualized as truly exciting place to look for human creativity. I got this link to a video on APOD; it is the only website I visit on a fervent basis. Curiosity.
Deceased cats.
But more to the point, this video is actually quite hilarious, it is dramatically over cooked by about 15 minutes at 500 degrees Celsius. It is lurid and pornographic in a twisted way.
Amazingly efficient objects for transporting raw product, not as efficient though as transporting processed, value added product in terms of cost versus return. But they are beautiful objects and I am attracted to how they are personalized and identified as belonging to a specific fish plant.
In 2005, I was helping my Father in Law do some volunteer work in preparation for the Klondyke Festival concert in Bay Roberts. Our objective was to get enough ice to supply the bars who in turn would supply 20 000 people with libations. Of course we went to the Daily Brothers Plant in Port de Grave, borrowed a bunch of fish vats and filled them with ice shavings from the plant’s ice making machine.
The great Canadian band, B.T.O. was reuniting for this event.