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What Remains

by Stine Thiesen last modified Feb 03, 2011 01:50 PM
by Alan Sondheim, 2009

The evolution of the pjece:

You can use motion capture in indirect ways, making and remaking the body, as if it could do things nobody could in real life. In What Remains, there are words about remnants,
and the body is ikonic, wayward, out of control with itself.

Humans are a disaster on the planet, out-of-control primates. My work is done against a background of mass-extinctions, pollutions (particularly of the ocean) that are catastrophic. We need a new species, new world, leaving the natural order, what remains of it, alone as much as possible.

This won’t happen.

My photographs rarely have people in them. Dance is another story. With dance, the body does miracles, and does them without destruction. Dance begins and ends with the horizon of organism, organism all the way through.

With scanners, the body is frozen, but with resetting software parameters you can create images of a new body, never before seen, never seen again.

With motion capture, behavior is frozen. You can use motion capture in
indirect ways, making and remaking the body, as if it could do things no
body could in real life. In What Remains, there are words about remnants,
and the body is ikonic, wayward, out of control with itself.

Maya - illusion and its repetition - What remains after the filtering,
after the protocols, after numeration and denumeration -

Changing software, adding dynamic filters similar to graphics programs
filters - exactly! That’s how the body is transformed. The protocols are
intact, carrying the filters, but the informal protocols of sensor
arrangement are altered: sensors might be distributed among more than one
body, subject to magnetic fields, rearranged on the body - all of this
mechanical/hardware.

So software: modifying parameters until they’re out of control / creating
behavioral/dynamic filtering. So hardware: Sensor rearrangements/ dance
choreographies and sound-work untoward in themselves.

What remains after the orbit, after the rockets across softwares and
hardwares. What remains, as higher ascii, particles cleaned up, text
rendered taut and distraught. What remains, after the deluge, nothing but
ashes, like any work, I’ll work at a loss, Maya Maya …

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