
March 11, 2011…
In our lifetime…
In our lifetime…
Viewed from the other end of the 21st century, i’m guessing, memories blogged about the Japanese earthquake will seem as antiquated as the eruption at Pompeii does to me at the moment of typing this.. March 11, 2011 marked a milestone for humanity just as the eruption did in 79 AD for the inhabitants on the of Latitude: 40° 45′ 0 N… I’m sure both fateful days were marked countless times by artists attempting to summate the cataclysm. In this regard we’re no different….
A week passed in Phoenix Arizona. A brief meeting spawned an idea… D.A. Therrien and Yves Amu Klein conceived a project that leaves us with this trail of noise and an understanding we are not in control.. A conceptual piece that captures a microcosm of elements unseen.. Particles and waves that permeate the air we breathe and the skin that is defenseless against such encounters. These tiny fragments, once held in complete isolation, now vibrate in the very air we sculpt with our machines. The irony that these isotopes were used in a closed system to power TV’s, hair dryers, ipods, lamps, security systems, and a multitude of other electronic devices including synthesizers has not been lost on us. Broken free and let loose into the atmosphere they now indifferently neglect such obligations…
A Geiger Müller counter is a device to monitor the these anomalies.
The concept:
Build a MaxMsp program to harness the fluctuating levels of radiation in our environment, then convert the increasing activity into sound waves. The Geiger Müller is the trigger. Yves Amu will build the program. It is in essence the filter. Elektobahn will convert the information into audible disturbances via analogue synthesizers. D.A. Therrien will control the visual envelope. From a multi dimensional symbiosis a generative environment produces this miasma. A moment of control in the face of uncontrollable circumstances. This is the embodiment of mankind’s struggle with the unknown. The struggle to visualize the unseeable.. The struggle to hear that which has no sound. Our obsessive perversion to control nature and come to terms with our own poignant- temporary existence. It is in effect our admonition of this mortal coil ..
This is an attempt to document a cataclysm in the passage of time…
To Be Continued….