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there is no image

and there is no time

there is only you

inhabiting all dimensions

Curating Positions: Location in Reverse - Care For a Place Through the Cinematic Lens presents "there is no image and there is no time there is only you inhabiting all dimensions".

Working with our various proximities, this part-performance, part-audio installation considers the digital place, which we constantly inhabit or in which we are constantly embedded as a necessity of production and communication. With a focus on the limits of liveness, languages, feedback and the enactment of online connection, the “film-less audio-film” is stripped of image-sound hierarchy. This has long been entrenched by the cinematic, and has subsequently aided the privileging of the image in online space. With the image stripped away, can we care for the digital space, and ourselves within it, better?

How can we create a non-linear digitality?

This work draws from diffusive chain conversations, made over several weeks, responding to ideas about care for a place while inhabiting the digital space. Engaging with the realities of the working arenas that are predominantly digitised in the pandemic, we are in search of paths between the physical, the digital, and representations of both.

you can listen to the piece via the player below, sound mixing credits — Constanza Castagnet

What do you think?

it’s so ephemeral - only connection - only intensity -

more liquid than mechanical but we pretend it’s all mechanical like we pretend ourselves to be machines.

I find myself, and I find myself seeking… I wonder do we live here now - the digital in its own right? But Why the fuck can I not speak more specifically?

When the interface takes us to the same content , we think that we land in the same way, we live in the same moment, and in the same space we share a dislocated commons

I guess the point is - is being connected to the same content the same as connection?

Content as the conduit. With a blood circulation that is an integrated system - what do you think? Are you content with it?

yet there is a mutual relationship between the physical and the digital - a relationship between what you can consume and what is consumed by you. When you gaze into the digital space the digital also gazes into you.

she removes the glasses and cleans them with a cloth.

So She -- was writing... and I was wondering. She was writing about the need to shake the syntax -- in o-r-d-e-r t-o define one’s - own voice. So while she was writing, I was wondering could we think of ways how to shake the syntax of the digital space? Could we think of ways to disrupt it? The digital space. Is it a space?

We are connected to an interface that connects us through mirrors.

Could we think of ways to disrupt it, so it makes our connection more...intense?

I’m leaning on my side and my elbow is pressing into the dirt, I can feel the sharp edges of little twigs digging into my skin, my wrist is cramping up as it supports my head. What if we chose to treat it unmechanically?

echoes: your neck, your lungs, your bruises, heaviness and lightness...

echoes: your neck, your throat, your lungs and shoulders, bruises ..

echoes: your neck, your lungs, your bruises, heaviness and lightness...

try this. describe what exactly is happening in your body. you know - your neck, your throat, your lungs, your shoulders, your knees, your tensions, do you feel your bruises may be, heaviness and lightness, thighs thighs oh they are so tense... You'll see how the other person sort of mirrors and embodies the things you're communicating.....your neck, your lungs, your bruises, heaviness and lightness ... and so you'll have this way of communicating your physical feelings through this ephemeral medium and seeing how this translates to someone else's body. your neck, your throat, your lungs and shoulders, bruises ... and I think my time is up.

The personal is unreliable and makes no money.

Yet there are many ways to monetize the body.

I just crashed - I need to uh - refresh again.

MAYBE I HAPPEN TO KNOW A PERSON WHO VALUES THE DIGITAL IN ITS OWN RIGHT AND NOT FOR ITS USE VALUE

Should I say this again with some emotion?

Damn something went wrong trying to save birdsong…

I heard of a poet who felt as though their body was missing the vibrations of animals that had gone extinct since their corpus had been on earth - this poet...they would lay in Walmart parking lots and play the sounds of those animals in an effort to fill the vibrational gap they were missing...

It’s like going on a safari without the inconvenience of a sweaty adventure.

•••

grasping the lower frequencies of their gestures while the bodies shrink into my ears.

Our corner of the space, propped up against gravity, is making do with the diagonal force we cannot right. And yet we could choose to shake more, to scatter debris. Inappropriately solid. The feathers' keratin will have already dispersed by this time. We are connected to an interface that takes us to the same content.

Do you think we live the same moment and the same space in a dislocated commons ?

Several voices together

Like look at this place, for example.

•••

Our corner of the space, propped up against gravity, making do with the diagonal force we cannot right.

And yet we could choose to shake more, to scatter debris. Inappropriately solid.

The feathers' keratin will have already dispersed by this time.

We are connected to an interface that takes us to the same interface that takes us to the same interface.

01 011 01 100-011

0 1 0 00-011 0101

1 time I was there hanging on the phone 0 times 1 showed up, nothing to complain about that 1 it happens that 0 turns me off i can spend my day waiting for 1 might show up 0 reactions

Once we all surrender to the idea that easily or not we will not have care for one another, here or elsewhere, or actually nowhere at all, but all together a part. That is my emergency call, dial 1 for a listening voice dial 0 for a busy ear..

choir : it happens that 0 turns me off

off.

I never understood how to map with sound. To create nodes, of course, but how to manage the flow between them?

Do you mean the flow between spaces? Can’t a moving body be the required vehicle? Or maybe the spaces can flow on their own...

but how can one say a space without boundaries is an interiority? What are the boundaries of my connection with you?

(she scratches her back with her left hand, then stops, takes a piece of cookie and throws in her mouth, chews it.)

(LIVE FOLEY ON TOP OF IT)

WHAT ARE THE BOUNDARIES OF MY CONNECTION WITH YOU?

What are the boundaries of my connection with you?

We are connected to an interface that takes us to the same interface that takes us to the same interface.

The feathers' keratin will have already dispersed by this time.

And yet we could choose to shake more, to scatter debris. Inappropriately solid.

So the-question-of-caring-for-the-digital as a space lead me to the question of caring for the space of the digital - like - whether scientific and technological progress might destabilize the civilization that produce it - sorry, produced it - especially because

we have not being particularly careful in our technological policy

we have been particularly tricked in purposely uncareful technology policies

and so / pause / the question / pause / my question is / pause - noise / how much the digital space affects-the-way in which we are thinking not just experiencing but also

What are the boundaries of my connection with you? Generally speaking AI is a social construction too. We could sketch out a general grammar of our interactions.

How is it really re-shaping our own existence

The digital world feeds with our need to relate with each other

(sound off)(sound on)

Still, it is kind of funny to remember that not that long ago we let our pathways be guided by the stars

takes a breath

but on the other hand, nowadays

pause

we live on within an extremely complex geography called a space of insubordination

pause

this is a part of belonging to a place or

pause // takes a breath

within the concept of uuhh (natural mhm)

/ pause // NT /

space, time, and identification itself

(sound off)(sound on)

it’s a big question ...approximately everywhere

(sound off)(sound on)

DURING OUR LAST VISIT PAUL VIRILIO WAS MENTIONED OVER AND OVER AGAIN / takes a breath / EACH NEW INVENTION PRODUCES ITS OWN ACCIDENTS

as we say in French if there was no dis-continuity continuity itself is a discontinuity. It is very much like seeing ; you have got two distinct eyes and they recompose in one sensation of sight. They are fused, they melt into each other in your field of vision.

my field of vision shoots like an arrow towards the deep dark in the end of the corridor. In rifle shooting it is called the fate line: the piercing, penetrating, deadly gaze.

try wider,

softer.

she rubs

her nose.

takes a

deep breath

in.

I am getting asthmatic from staying at the core sample warehouse, and the nausea is not improving.

In a less suspicious atmosphere, filling your lungs would help...

(she also yawns. and he yawns. and a second later she also yawns)

Like look at this place, for example. Say the proper words and move the proper way.

Where are we?

Follow me

Will you lead?

Will you follow?

Shall I follow? I will follow Follow me

Will you lead?

Will you follow? Shall I follow?

I will follow

Follow me

Will you lead?

Will you follow?

Shall I follow?

I will follow

Follow me Will you lead?

Will you follow? Shall I follow?

I will follow Follow me Will you lead?

Don’t forget to breathe

Will you follow? Shall I follow? I will follow Follow me Will you lead? Will you follow? Shall I follow? I will follow Follow me Will you lead? Will you follow? Shall I follow? I will follow Follow me

We are headed nowhere. We are headed nowhere right?

Just think

think of a car on the coastline

speeding up

accelerating still headed nowhere
because we are headed nowhere right

just driving in phase with an eye on the sea

eye on the road and eye on the sea

and we’re driving ahead of time still it’s running out.

helping my gaze with my two index fingers at the
periphery of each eye, I shoot my gaze outwards
as much as possible. As I move deeper toward
the darkness, I notice the rows of storage
shelves moving with the weight of my gait.

•••

Sara: Content as the conduit. With a blood circulation that is an integrated system - what do you think? Are you content with it?

Azul echoes: your neck, your lungs, your bruises, heaviness and lightness .....

Azul echoes: your neck, your throat, your lungs and shoulders, bruises ..

Kari: I’m leaning on my elbow and it’s pressing into the dirt, I can feel little twigs digging in, my wrist is cramping up as I hold up my head. What if we chose to treat it unmechanically?

Iva: The personal is unreliable and makes no money.

Sara: Yet there are many ways to monetize the body.

Azul: grasping the lower frequencies of their gestures while the bodies shrink into my ears.

Azul: Do you think we live the same moment and the same space in a dislocated commonality?

Nico: Like look at this place, for example.

Georgia: 01 011 01 100-011

Georgia :

(she scratches her back with her left hand, then stops, takes a piece of cookie and throws in her mouth, chews it.)

(LIVE FOLEY ON TOP OF IT)

echoes: your neck, your lungs, your bruises, heaviness and lightness...

we have not being particularly careful in our technological policy

we have been particularly tricked in purposely uncareful technology policies

•••

my field of vision shoots like an arrow towards the deep dark in the end of the corridor. In rifle shooting it is called the fate line: the piercing, penetrating, deadly gaze.

Dorothy: The feathers' keratin will have already dispersed by this time.

Georgia: 01 011 01 100-011