I was working on my portfolio the other day when I found this collage that I made of myself when I was 21, probably thinking of using it as an album cover or something. I thought the collage was embarrassing and saved the file (doida.png) somewhere in my hd never to be found again. except it’s 15 years later and I have found it again. except this time I found this collage pretty decent; a piece of digitally-handmade design that aged quite nicely. somehow this ambitious portrait, wearing a sonic youth t-shirt, playing the cavaquinho, sitting between my keyboards and open emails surrounded by questionable flowery objects with an image of chapada diamantina in the background and funeral flowers in the foreground, somehow this “embarrassing” image still representes me. I’m far from being the same person, quite the contrary: I change by the hour with little nostalgia, few people I know are less nostalgic than I am. but finding my own way of making music and graphic design and art — maybe questionable ways (granted) but very very true — has always been this long, bigger than life quest for me and this remains just the same. and I still find everything I do a bit embarrassing (working on that!).
I’ve been doing this for a long time now man give me a break
hey friends,
next week I’m presenting my vk graduation project @thewaveorchestra with the installation “SUGAR” ~ a sculptural orchestra comprised of sugar loudspeakers.
I’ve been working on it since last summer and the exhibition is finally taking place next Tuesday (feb 3rd) from 7 to 9pm at the Aula of @kunsthochschuleberlin 🫧 please come! I can’t wait to share this crazy work with the world 🤍
I made this cube with 500g of ice candy (my kitchen smells too sweet in a bad way now after cooking this) but unfortunately it was impossible to melt the candy without caramelising it, at least not in the speed I wanted. Maybe with triple the time available I could reach a transparent lava state and end up with a better looking cube. I also experienced more sugar shards than with my regular water-sugar recipe, and I went to sleep with my hands covered in invisible cuts and blood dots. Lessons learned: handling these with gloves from now on. I managed to produce a tile as well, looks pretty good. Overall the benefit of candy rocks is the stability, but I might not even need so much hardness after all.
Another experiment with ratios. The green part was made with a 2:1 water-sugar ratio, the pink one with 2:1 sugar-water ratio, which was somehow the less stable and stickier of the two, but took considerably less time to produce. Both start off with 200g of sugar, five drops of food colouring. The hole on the green disc was a happy accident. Final weight: 368g / Dimensions: 24x24cm
extremely upset that this crystallised… ratio was 1:1,15, two drops of food colouring, 300g of sugar. 255g is the weight of the final plate. I’m currently preserving all my plates with talc, seems to work so far.
Day 01 of testing materials for the loudspeakers.
Today I made a plate out of sugar, 15 cm, 2mm thick, around 94g. 1:1,25 ratio.
Mental note: keep it away from moisture. I accidentally placed on top of a wet wrap and it was never dry again. I used a hair drier to make it less moist and sticky but it didn’t work so well.
To research: how to polish it after it hardens. I tried a nail filer but the sugar dust glued to the piece because they are made of sugar (duh). Maybe get a heat lamp to work on final shaping.
The white swirl is caused by the sugar crystallisation that happens immediately after two parts with slightly differing temperatures touch one another. I like it but it would be interesting to test a better pouring technique to see how translucent it can be.
Worked well with the exciter!
ما از خاطراتمان ساخته شدهایم.
خاطرات، نگاه ما به جهان را شکل میدهند.
اما هرچه بیشتر مستندسازی میکنیم، خاطره گریزپاتر میشود.
همهچیز را ذخیره میکنیم، اما باز هم فراموش میکنیم، از نقره ژلاتینی تا پیکسل و بایت، همیشه کوشیدهایم لحظات را نگه داریم.
اما حافظه همچنان گزینشی است؛ منطقی ناشناخته دارد. تکنولوژی پیش میرود، ولی فراموشی همیشه کنار ماست. در خیابانهای برلین، جعبههایی از آلبومهای عکس، نگاتیوها و اسلایدهای رهاشده یافتیم.
ردپای زندگیهایی که زمانی مهم بودند.
کسی زمانی گفته: این لحظه را باید به خاطر بسپارم.
و بعد: دیگر نیازی به آن ندارم
وقتی خاطرهای دور ریخته میشود، چه بر سرش میآید؟
آیا ناپدید میشود؟
آیا فراموشی وقتی آغاز میشود که بایگانی حذف شود—یا وقتی دیگر سراغش نمیرویم؟
در یونان باستان، قصر حافظه ابزاری ذهنی
، جایی بود که کلمات به تصویر میرسیدند و تصاویر در فضا مینشستند. تمرینی باستانی برای ماندگاری تصاویر عجیب در مکانهایی خیالی جای میگرفتند تا فراموش نشوند
ما هم قصر خود را ساختیم—نه در ذهن، بلکه در میان یادهای فراموششدهی ما و دیگران.
پناهگاهی برای آنچه بیجا مانده، بینام، اما همچنان زنده. ما ، از برزیل، ایران، اندونزی، روسیه و آلمان وقتی خاطرات شخصیمان را کنار هم گذاشتیم، انتظار تفاوت داشتیم.
اما آنچه یافتیم، همپوشانی بود—اتصال، تکرار، پژواک
این نمایشگاه، قصر حافظهی مشترک ما بود. فضایی امن. زمین بازی برای یادآوری.
جایی که خاطرات منجمد نمیشدن، بلکه شکل میگرفتن، پرسیده میشدن، بازگو میشدن.
یادبود نبود—آرشیوی زنده بود از صدا ها تصاویر نوشته ها و وجود داشتن بذات موجودیتشون.
