Going to this tomorrow.
Pixartisans man, they put out some awesome shit in their spare time. :D
Bubbles by Atelier Olschinsky
Bubbles are a blast, though usually accompanied by a rubber duckie. The Austrian duo of Peter Olschinsky and Verena Weiss created these mind-bending glass bubbles that seem to be the lowest microscopic magnitude we can perceive reality in… screw strings, I was never able to tie them properly anyway!
Wow… This man’s portfolio is breathtaking. Humbled & inspired. :)
Suspended in the amniotic fluid of spacetime I mused that perhaps the afterlife is a long, brave oddyssey back to the beginning of each of our own respective lives. In this flux I would meet the spectral ghosts of people from all over the world who had converged in an ethereal auroura of souls and cloudlike manifestations of dreams, and even in this expanse of all everything I would find my one true love. As though it were no big deal. We’d just been waiting for each other.
Then it comes time to claim a vessel. For fucksakes. Most ghosts want to re-claim the vessel they used in a past life; They want to re-use it, ehnance it, empower it; Live the life BETTER this time. In their deaths they all have the knowledge of the entire span of their existence, and they want to apply that to doing all the shit RIGHT. All the shit, all of it.
Occasionally you’ll scope out the two ghosts fighting over one vessel because they want to use another’s. It’s not that picking a different vessel “isn’t the way”; it’s that picking a different vessel will clear a ghost of all her memories so she percieves her new life in the new vessel to be her first. It’s a perilous fight because the vast majority of ghosts want to continue levelling up, growing stronger, and living a better life each time, when some ghosts just want to switch bodies and start over. Do things differently. As someone else. With no prior memory.
We choose a vessel. It means I have to part ways with her.
She says, “We’ll find each other this time.”
I say “That’s what I said, last time.”
“Shit, we suck.” says she.
“No, we’re fucking amazing.” says I.
I hate to be predictable, but everytime I’m reborn, this is why I cry.
“I come into contact with people comparing my stuff to art, dadaism or postmodern collage, because obviously the process I’m using is similar — I’m taking things from very disparate sources and putting them together in a way that is similar to that, but my motivation is different. I’ve never had a point I wanted to make to people about the way they live. I’m interested in the sounds and the way it makes you feel. It’s a very wide area and there’s a lot to be explored still. People dismiss an emotional response to something as having no real substance. I think that’s wrong. I think it does. I don’t think you always need a big essay behind what you’ve created to give it validity.
“God, isn’t it enough that it’s about rhythms and melodies and communicating an emotion? It’s music and that’s it. And I think that’s enough.”
“He was actually the same as he is now, a very peaceful man,” Green says from his home in Brighton, before joining Tobin on this month’s cross-Canada tour. “Signing up to Ninja and doing Bricolage and all the way through — he hasn’t changed a bit really. He’s very modest about everything he does. But they’re not of a genre and they’re not of a time. That stuff will sound just as fresh in ten years. I think that comes down to the choice of sounds because they’re all live sounds and anything with a live undercurrent to it is still going to sound fresh rather than using that year’s snare drum.”
Simon “Bonobo” Green, in regards to Amon Tobin
What wise, beautiful words.