homage to Michael Landy: delete all personal data and files. everything.
Blow-Up (1966) - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0060176/
Blow Out (1981) - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082085/
Sachs, like Isamu Noguchi, is a cultural synthesizer committed to
Dakin Hart (on Tom Sachs Tea Ceremony at The Noguchi Museum)
the traditional American dream of a pluralistic, crazy quilt society.
Both believe that our best futures have at least a foot in the past;
that technology should affirm craft; that the most sustaining serenities
are tinged with chaos; that polarities like East and West can
exist harmoniously in productively ambiguous relationships; that
the conceptual and the formal are not hand and glove but earth and
atmosphere; and that the balkanization of creativity into categories
such as “art” and “design” is nonsenseRoger felt his stomach twitch, and then churn, and then he had a strange sensation in his oesophagus, accompanied by a gust of something that was like nausea. Then he realised that it was, in fact, nausea. He felt sick. Actually, he more than felt sick, he was going to be sick. Roger slowly rose to a crouching position and leaned forward over the table. He nodded at Max. He turned and left the room. There might have been people in the corridor; he didn’t notice and didn’t care. The lavatory was ten paces away. Roger just made it to a cubicle and then he threw up, three times, so hard that it made his stomach muscles ache.
When Roger finished, he lowered the lid of the toilet and just stayed where he was, kneeling on the floor. Wasn’t this great? Wasn’t this perfect? It was funny to think of all the occasions in a man’s life, all the different contexts, when he was sick. It must add up to hundreds of pukings. Yes, thought Roger. I’ve been sick hundreds of times. There’s a whole thesaurus to describe it. Talking to the great white telephone. Parking a tiger on the pavement. Blowing chunks. But this was different from all the other times he’d thrown up, because on all those other occasions, once he’d been sick, he felt better.Capital (2012), Lanchester
Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia
I cannot eat as much as I would like to vomit.
Max Liebermann
Christopher Kaltenbach
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