Kritik der Weltmaschine
„Kritik der Weltmaschine“ (German for „Critique of the World Machine“) is a laboratory, an installation, a series of durational performances, and can take on other forms. First public presentations take place in April 2013 at Titanik Gallery in Turku, and in June 2013 at Grüntaler 9 in Berlin. The work undertakes to visualise and demonstrate the creation of art, with visual input transformed live into an output of text. Technically, Weltmaschine is a crude human-machine interface, consisting of a scaffold mounted with a camera and laptop computer for input, a seat equipped with another computer for dictation, writing and voice recording and a drawing board and, finally, a projector or monitor to present the live flow of output. The project started with research and planning during a two month residency in March and April of 2013 at the Kone foundation‘s Saari residence outside Mietoinen in the region of Turku/Finland.
By focussing on the often botched and dysfunctional process of creation, rather than its products, Weltmaschine exposes notions of art as product, object or authority to criticism. Versions of the Weltmaschine will be installed in art galleries or project spaces, and become the site of long durational, participatory performances. It will be collaboratively built, improved, used and deconstructed in an act of visual critique of product based art. A touring version with reduced technical setup, enabling similar processes of input - transformation - output with reduced setup and logistics will be developed.
Every version of Weltmaschine is constructed from whatever old, semi-functional computers, printers, recording and projecting devices are available on site, fixed in a shaky scaffold that accommodates a performer who transforms the input and outputs a stream of text, sound or images. Audiences and artists of various disciplines are invited to contribute the input of images, sounds, colors, to take the rôle of the artist or transform the output, creating individual feedback loops according to their specific interests.
For a full conception, see scribd document below the images.
Performances
Weltmaschine Lab, Gallery Titanik, Turku, 16.-19.4.2013
Kritik der Weltmaschine, Grüntaler 9, Berlin, 9.-20.6.
By focussing on the often botched and dysfunctional process of creation, rather than its products, Weltmaschine exposes notions of art as product, object or authority to criticism. Versions of the Weltmaschine will be installed in art galleries or project spaces, and become the site of long durational, participatory performances. It will be collaboratively built, improved, used and deconstructed in an act of visual critique of product based art. A touring version with reduced technical setup, enabling similar processes of input - transformation - output with reduced setup and logistics will be developed.
Every version of Weltmaschine is constructed from whatever old, semi-functional computers, printers, recording and projecting devices are available on site, fixed in a shaky scaffold that accommodates a performer who transforms the input and outputs a stream of text, sound or images. Audiences and artists of various disciplines are invited to contribute the input of images, sounds, colors, to take the rôle of the artist or transform the output, creating individual feedback loops according to their specific interests.
For a full conception, see scribd document below the images.
Performances
Weltmaschine Lab, Gallery Titanik, Turku, 16.-19.4.2013
Kritik der Weltmaschine, Grüntaler 9, Berlin, 9.-20.6.
Output example
Weltmaschine 08, 18.04.2013
Input: Martin, live camera, drawings
Output: Jörn, dictation, typing
Edit Jörn
My head is making these time spaces.
Hey Mrs. X, what you can see is what I see, an image of something in the back of my head. This is an image of what my nervous system looked like yesterday around four in the afternoon.
I'm missing some pieces here, something is something else. Rumours have been about rooms that are time. It isn't this rooms discourse, it is this ghost again. Do you want to see her tonight in your room? She will come to you in your sleep tonight, but tomorrow night is waiting next door, in a room on the other side of the corridor. But where does it go tomorrow night? Tomorrow night's tomorrow is tomorrow. I wish I could explain it. And I wish I could see it as clearly as this.
This was the day I could see you just as clearly as it is. Lisa Solana cool on a rock. Let's go: through the rabbit hole to the other side of the day, to the other side of the river, where they started to build a bridge. Places are pictures of what is not there any more, because it is in the other room. This rule says that the system ... where you have to see ... this will tell you that it has to ... move ... it ... it shows up once in each of the rooms where time lives.
They cross the bridge to buy things on street corners. There's a car coughing in the corner of my room where dark men live in a suitcase. They never take off their suitcoats no matter how hot it is, because they might need to go across the river again any time. They go by car, dictate the streetcar, travel by bus, walk across. A knife in each of their suit coat pockets. They are across the river tonight for a ball. Tiny men in an aeroplane coast across the river tonight. David is rolling the ferry across. There is no lifeline or lifejacket on the boat. It only takes a mini acceptance in your brain to go across this measly old river.
9.
As this was taken in it was still cold and because they allow all David could not come out. ("Stay in the old foxhole" -- "I'm hungry." -- "Playing with the rabbits are you still hungry?" -- "No.")
"I'm just checking in to my Hotel. I have business in this city. You know where I could get me some?"
"I ain't lying to you. In the city you have to know everyone before you can get anything, before you go anywhere. You cannot even go to the other room. Gold, you know, you cannot go if you don't know anyone. You will end up on the carpet, your blood all over your ears and your face, your hair."
They clean up after you. Igor never had been there after they are done cleaning up. Igor doesn't talk at all, but Igor will always be there in the room with you. Take it up, take one step down.
No lying, no lie.
Ego doesn't live where Igor walks the streets. Igor goes out to watch the birds in spring. Igor went out with Eudora for awhile, but it did not last. Because he has to go back to his room way too many times. But he will be here when you least expect him.
So stay in your Hotel room. Stop smoking. Stop and don't try to see things that were not meant for you. There is no business for you. Nothing to buy and sell. The other side of the river was not meant for you. Never mind the bridges, ferries, tramways. They see more then you would like to. And you say that non-honestly here. But you're wrong and they don't tell no lies.
"Yes", you say, "I should have stayed where it came from. Where I know every storm. And where no storm will take me by surprise."
The tunnel? You must be joking. There's somebody down there now? There IS somebody down there, isn't there? I can hear voices, but sound travels in a different way down here. In space there is no sound at all. In space you got time for all the voices in your head.
What is under the river? He doesn't call, he does not want to meet Igor. Hard to move quietly in a place that has this much ethical petrol at call. So sometimes they wish that when they do business, that they where in space. Here are way too many illegal ears, motormouthed sluts.
This is how all business concludes, a dark place, doors at either side, you coming through, well aware of what will be, because this is the way they do it, that fucking time mafia. You're not going to stop that. You don't see this and walk away. This will stay with you for the rest of the days, the rest of the room, one day or the other, in one door out the other.
This is exactly what I'm talking about. We don't ever see the end of the lines where all lines come together in one point. Like parallels across infinite space, where you can never be because none of us can imagine infinity. We cannot see until things come together until we run out of dollars and run across the bridge only to stumble into the next room to be safe here.
Pumbro. Don't worry. Thank you and good night.
Input: Martin, live camera, drawings
Output: Jörn, dictation, typing
Edit Jörn
My head is making these time spaces.
Hey Mrs. X, what you can see is what I see, an image of something in the back of my head. This is an image of what my nervous system looked like yesterday around four in the afternoon.
I'm missing some pieces here, something is something else. Rumours have been about rooms that are time. It isn't this rooms discourse, it is this ghost again. Do you want to see her tonight in your room? She will come to you in your sleep tonight, but tomorrow night is waiting next door, in a room on the other side of the corridor. But where does it go tomorrow night? Tomorrow night's tomorrow is tomorrow. I wish I could explain it. And I wish I could see it as clearly as this.
This was the day I could see you just as clearly as it is. Lisa Solana cool on a rock. Let's go: through the rabbit hole to the other side of the day, to the other side of the river, where they started to build a bridge. Places are pictures of what is not there any more, because it is in the other room. This rule says that the system ... where you have to see ... this will tell you that it has to ... move ... it ... it shows up once in each of the rooms where time lives.
They cross the bridge to buy things on street corners. There's a car coughing in the corner of my room where dark men live in a suitcase. They never take off their suitcoats no matter how hot it is, because they might need to go across the river again any time. They go by car, dictate the streetcar, travel by bus, walk across. A knife in each of their suit coat pockets. They are across the river tonight for a ball. Tiny men in an aeroplane coast across the river tonight. David is rolling the ferry across. There is no lifeline or lifejacket on the boat. It only takes a mini acceptance in your brain to go across this measly old river.
9.
As this was taken in it was still cold and because they allow all David could not come out. ("Stay in the old foxhole" -- "I'm hungry." -- "Playing with the rabbits are you still hungry?" -- "No.")
"I'm just checking in to my Hotel. I have business in this city. You know where I could get me some?"
"I ain't lying to you. In the city you have to know everyone before you can get anything, before you go anywhere. You cannot even go to the other room. Gold, you know, you cannot go if you don't know anyone. You will end up on the carpet, your blood all over your ears and your face, your hair."
They clean up after you. Igor never had been there after they are done cleaning up. Igor doesn't talk at all, but Igor will always be there in the room with you. Take it up, take one step down.
No lying, no lie.
Ego doesn't live where Igor walks the streets. Igor goes out to watch the birds in spring. Igor went out with Eudora for awhile, but it did not last. Because he has to go back to his room way too many times. But he will be here when you least expect him.
So stay in your Hotel room. Stop smoking. Stop and don't try to see things that were not meant for you. There is no business for you. Nothing to buy and sell. The other side of the river was not meant for you. Never mind the bridges, ferries, tramways. They see more then you would like to. And you say that non-honestly here. But you're wrong and they don't tell no lies.
"Yes", you say, "I should have stayed where it came from. Where I know every storm. And where no storm will take me by surprise."
The tunnel? You must be joking. There's somebody down there now? There IS somebody down there, isn't there? I can hear voices, but sound travels in a different way down here. In space there is no sound at all. In space you got time for all the voices in your head.
What is under the river? He doesn't call, he does not want to meet Igor. Hard to move quietly in a place that has this much ethical petrol at call. So sometimes they wish that when they do business, that they where in space. Here are way too many illegal ears, motormouthed sluts.
This is how all business concludes, a dark place, doors at either side, you coming through, well aware of what will be, because this is the way they do it, that fucking time mafia. You're not going to stop that. You don't see this and walk away. This will stay with you for the rest of the days, the rest of the room, one day or the other, in one door out the other.
This is exactly what I'm talking about. We don't ever see the end of the lines where all lines come together in one point. Like parallels across infinite space, where you can never be because none of us can imagine infinity. We cannot see until things come together until we run out of dollars and run across the bridge only to stumble into the next room to be safe here.
Pumbro. Don't worry. Thank you and good night.
