*__superrare

Enjoy What's Left

1. Arrival
A new shift starts in the control room. The oracle stands on a magnetic vessel. Heat permeates the atmosphere. The alarms are about to go off. All electronics are stuck. They will soon be one with the silent cave. Cables send their last errands across the sea and into the sky. The first sphere runs its first command. A totem of light and exhilaration. The stone grows cold. To catch a glimpse of the arrival.

2. Alchemy
The static field is replaced with a light breeze. Fibers become branches of the forest's new spring. Mountains are crowned with green. New energy within the absence of extraction. We have marked our machines with their words and arranged new compounds. The inside of a bolt that had nature's own acceleration. The new alphabet of infinity.

3. Waste
Engines start in the midst of a storm. There is new behaviour in the frontier. We seek to communicate our needs and for them to be understood. The birth of a misunderstanding. We are accused of circling the sun. Debris sink into the ocean as it becomes an expanding diorama. The temperature spirals down. Again the word is spread. This time not to be spoken. It bleeds like a disease on a crystal shell. It cracks beneath our ships as we stretch our hands to no avail.

4. Pearly Gates
Resistance strikes. Orbiting dead space. A single shot to reverse the order of nature. We give our backs to the curvature of the earth and set the plan in motion. An artifact renders it motionless, a window of opportunity. Synchronicity is broken. The needle punctures the crust of the third sphere making it sick. A mutant to their kind with an inseminated marrow bone. To die by our own hand rather than succumb to uncertainty.

5. White Flag
Set on a spike in a reservoir is one of the oracles. Walls have grown tall. We are scraping the bottom of the barrel. Ripples of contaminated wind erode our windmills. Electric towers and hollow trees. Still standing but surrendered. It takes one last drop for the skeleton to crumble. The spear has now cracked it open. The fall breaks it in half. Two circular windows are opened to empty spaces. The prison where light had escaped from is now an empty vessel made of stone.

6. Lucid Beach
The red ocean is cemented on the beach. The lighthouse means refuge. Spread under the earth's crust. The population is unconsolable. Frozen winds carry radiation. Without high or low tides time stands still. The beach becomes a slaughterhouse. Food is scavenged. Flesh decays. Trapped on an island with poisoned water.

7. Giants
It has long started. Morphing passes unnoticed before our eyes. The fever dream is decomposing. Rotten bodies are robbed out of their gifts. There is one last ride to the train station. Dunes scrape the horizon as the wagon reaches the end of the line. Rubble over the desert. Still pumping the carbon print. The only true belief is the spine we carry on our backs.

8. Rust
Sand covers the tracks. The city disappears under the sand. Dust is brought in through the broken windows. One flew over the ghost station. The last remaining shadow of a skeleton. The forgotten ruins of our dreams.

9. New Born
The laboratory holds on. Machines are surrounded by static puddles. Mercury has bled through the cracks and is now dripping. Dawn in the temple of silence. The last sphere trembles as it shines one last time. The ring's gravity center breaks and falls. Still waiting for completion. The code is interrupted and the work is unmade. The message rolls over and waits till dusk.


*__curate

Okytomo and the Vertigo of the Anomaly

Motivated by absolute absence, the world encapsulated the ephemeral into a laid out image. With it came the many problems of representation. The emerging motions of imagining were canceled by the device. In search of relief, we swapped the uncertain form for what we knew was finite within the spectral plasma.
Every experimental gesture not only has the potential to reveal a new notion but can aim towards hidden scenarios. It is the act of placing the strange within nearby limits. We recognize few traces of what could be habitable surroundings. But they carry along the flush of enigma, doubt and suspicion. This is 0kytomo’s line of work. In these scenes, we perceive the anomaly drifting away from evident appearances.The latent state of imminence returns to the picture. It is an invitation from both planes to be immersed in the constant shaping of reality.
Newborn symbols turn into an expanded scene. They are the flashing signals that transcend the spectrum to mold the simultaneous form. From the depths of the image different layers of time unfold. We find pure perception. The mind is deserted while the spirit peeks through the keyhole, longing for fantasy. The rising zone is offered to the exultant eye that walks towards the image and is merged to it. Praising the split of the world's eternal movement.
Soon, the spectral is restored and with it, the stroll of present experience. We are faced with a privileged event. A revelation of vital meaning to our temporary and furious tense of daily abyss.