Session V: 05/13/99 (From the diary of Doctor Trieste) I arrive in the garden fifteen minutes ahead. It is still dark and a little cold, and I am a little asleep, it is 4:30 a.m. I sit on a stone bench and wait. I scan the area for surveillance cams, but as usual, they elude me. Life begins to unfurl, a slow motion wave of excitement. Otto arrives, handled by an orderly on each side. They ...
We all watched it on TV— the Giant as he emerged from the debris of the earth; disrupting the strata of Greco-Roman remains which had lain undisturbed for centuries. We were gathered in my Uncle Felix’s mountainside home overlooking Tarqua Bay. It was the usual family type gathering we had on Sunday afternoons after church. Uncle Felix (actually he’s my mothers uncle) is the head ...
gambling diamonds
In desperate need of turning around...
Excerpted from ‘Machine Fragments’ Featuring:Simone WhiteJay Ward Commissioned by New Radio and Performing Arts (aka Ether Ore) for their Turbulence.org website with funding from the Greenwall Foundation. Created while in residence at the Kunstlerhaus Buchsenhausen, Innsbruck Austria.
The cultural schisms that generate this differentiation between “man” and “machine” are also responsible for spawning voids and displacements—and ghosts that inhabit them.
Commissioned by David Thomson for his piece, “1959” performed at St. Mark’s (NYC) in 2010. “For you are not stars, sky-set in the shape of a lyre, but the dust of those who have been dismembered by the Furies” Please turn to page 59 of your Hymnal: The Parable of the Sea Turtle The female of the species is a secretive creature. She lives ...
Promo trailers I created for FZ at the beginning of 2012: