Tuesday 19 August 2014

Welcome to the Scream | Excerpt from “In Search of the Anti-Environment:Breaking the ___________ distance” – Harsha Biswajit



“If we were in a bath whose temperature
rose half a degree an hour,
how would we know when to scream?”
-Bertrand Russell


Our world today is drowned in a misty pool of endless time where we are not able to see beyond our outstretched hands. Our experience of time is limited to human-time, while the world changes in relation to geological-time that leaves us blind to the changes in our environment. Despite our lack of vision, the world carries on, constantly morphing; still echoing what the pre-Socratic philosopher Heraclitus noted many centuries ago. Change is a function of time, and as long as there is time, there will always be change. But, from the industrial age to the technological era that we live in today, the speed of change has superseded the change itself, which has formed the stage for much of the ecological dialogue in the last 50 years. Technology became the facilitator of the environment, and to a limited extent the anti-environment over the course of time. However as we have seen, the anti-environment cannot be reduced to merely mathematical abstractions. Therefore, despite technological advancements aiding in breaking the distance between humans and nature, it has reshaped the environment creating more uncertainty.

In regard to the ecology, where are these anti-environments that seem more important now as ever before? In this instance the crucial interplay perhaps needs to happen between government (environment) and arts and science (anti-environments) for any real impact to take place. Joseph Beuys experimented with an ‘extended concept of art’ for social change, but I suspect his environment was not yet ready for people to accept this idea. But today, events such as the Arab spring shows that such a collaborative act can have a difference, and the question is how do we utilize this enormous collective creative force for change? However moving in this direction requires treading on a very fine line between ‘art for art’s sake’ and propaganda, which then becomes nothing more than a form of the political environment.

There are other relations that also exists where art returns as the anti-environments of perceptual awareness vis-à-vis the society. It is ironic, but true, that in the age of the anthropocene, the human-animal has somehow been displaced as the sole inhabitor of the foreground, and there has emerged from the background this other non-human object thereby dissolving this duality.

If we thought that the outer environment was brought into art through the likes of Duchamp, Andy Warhol and others, therefore blurring the lines between art and life in the late 20th century, then the 21st century art and reality seem to have split altogether, or perhaps the veil of technology has distracted us from the real issues. It may once again be useful to revisit McLuhan who states that in an electric environment of instant information, the distinction between ‘mirror', and ‘action’ gets blurred. The first step then becomes to break the illusion of the illusion of technology. The times seem to call for the investigation of the unknown (hyperobjects), rather than the known (objects).


If in the past artists wrestled with the problem of the object,
then in the future they will be consumed by the hyperobject
(if in the present we remain blind)


So the question at hand is ‘how do we know when to scream? The time to scream is over, and we are now living in its echo. The new technological advancements are already creating a new unknown environment while we are still bathing in its spectacle. Today the challenge for art to act as the anti-environment then lies in rethinking
the role of technology in the artwork.

Monday 18 August 2014

Wednesday 13 August 2014

Saturday 9 August 2014

Little Zelda on Franklin Av., Brooklyn



jazz in the back, 2014 
Iphone Format


Jazz in the background, looking out the window - A man and a woman playing the crossword, another man writing, another working on his half eaten apple, and a woman reading Stephen King. Its 5pm on a Friday



Friday 8 August 2014

Ai Wei Wei | The Blog as a 'Social Sculpture' (as seen by Hans Ulrich Obrist)




Paper Trai(n), 2014
Classon Av., Brooklyn 
 Iphone Instagram Format


I first setup a blogger account in 2010 and 4 years later, my first post. What pushed me over and into the untamed garden was this book - 'Ai Wei Wei Speaks'. In it, through conversations with Hans Ulrich Obrist, you get a glimpse into the artist's thought process, and his fascination with the internet, and blogging in particular. Given his country's dark history, and whose present condition is perhaps still grey, the mere act of arraigning words and images and sounds is an expression of freedom- an act against the state- let alone one that is curated by arguably one of the biggest artist alive today.

The medium is the message. 

What then is our message, for those of us who do not come from such a society? Why do we blog? Born and brought up in the costal city of Madras in Southern India, and then studying abroad in England for 4 years, and now living in New York, I have been fortunate to bounce through the liberal side of the wall. This blog is then perhaps an attempt to confront a medium that has come to define the world we live in - The internet; a city to end all cities, whose center, as described by the French cultural theorist Paul Virilio,  will be nowhere and circumference everywhere.

The rest, the real,
pushed away into the 
periphery; blurry. 


Thursday 7 August 2014

I wonder if Marcel Duchamp would have minded if viewers took photographs of his works or not


The fresh widow, the bicycle wheel 
and the guard who screamed "no photographs!", 2014
 Gagosian Gallery, New York City
Iphone Instagram Format

The garden | a reflection of things to follow


Who are you?
Who am  I?
Why are you here?
Why am I already here?

Where are we?

In the belly of an untamed beast
besides the apple-blue-tree;a mouse by (y)our side 
we dive in, within, without a doubt,
peeling our skin
layer by
by layer
like an onion; weeping,
"I got some friends inside the garden!"

"What garden?", she replied
waiting for me 
beside the log
outside.

Before I step back,
back from the undying eye,
I want to see
I want to see!
me in the mirror, 
the unlying mirror,
lying in front of me
reflecting the conspiracy
                                                                                                   that I fail to see

"Who am I?  Where are we?"
 screamed the unknown reader; finally
the lizard wakes from his slumber,
tip-toes out from the tripped-out garden under;
The garden, a magical world within the
world, a desert with no oasis.

We are trapped here forever