I assume, that is all I can do, that the order needed to create an even build-up ov particles is ov particular note. Of course that bit of fence needs to be there in order to add a sceptical perspective; but ov what exactly.
Starting at 00:23 on Saturday July 23rd a series of 23 images will be posted on the 23rd minute of every hour for 23 hours. This one will be a rumination of the idea of [dis]order, how humans try to impose a vision while nature has other ideas in most cases.
What is order?
What does order mean in the context of entropy?
Why is it so hard to accept the natural order of elements without imposing our own self serving system on top of it, disguising it as part of it but never quite up to the task?
Among others, this seems to be a question that is almost constantly rolling around…..
There is a practice to preparing the perfectly tied skate. It is acquired over time and patience; many painful practices and games before getting it close to just right. Every player has a trick of their own, ’cause the fucking things are painful at the best of times. All editorials aside, there is a certain fluidity and tension in those few moments spent getting the blades on the bottoms of your feet.
I am still left rather startled at this /idea/ intruding on me this way. Being present and oddly potent. It all started with a few recordings at a Canadien vs. Toronto game at the Molson Centre in Montréal in 02012. Something in those WAV files infected my imagination.
He came back. Who? you might say. My answer would have to be, “why Owen of course”. To which you would reply Owen? /with a slightly puzzled, but selfishly thought of well disguised, look on your face. Owen is a forty to fifty ish kinda guy, likes hockey a little too much, but is kind of zen about it.
It all started with a few recordings at a Canadien vs. Toronto game at the Molson Centre in Montréal in 02012. Something in those WAV files infected my imagination.