The following is written in response / review to the State of the Monument (Nov 20, 2018 organised by the Cultural Studies and Contemporary Arts Lab, European University, Cyprus) via Loizidou, C. (2014) Commemoration, Public art and Memorial Politics in Cyprus, 1901-2013 [thesis] If monuments are about asserting or compensating for insecure regimes, then I… Continue reading perhaps it’s the nihilism, OR “If I were to start over, I would have been researching public fountains”
IN TOTO: 3 years in Tokyo by Simone Philippou http://cyprus.wiz-guide.com/index.php?pageaction=kat&modid=1&artid=1001 NIMAC: Drone Vision: Judgement Day, 29/5/18 http://cyprus.wiz-guide.com/index.php?pageaction=kat&modid=1&artid=986 Gloria: Βασω Θούπου, 14/5/18 http://cyprus.wiz-guide.com/index.php?pageaction=kat&modid=1&artid=971 NeMe: CryptoDesign, 28/4/18 http://cyprus.wiz-guide.com/index.php?pageaction=kat&modid=1&artid=953
I realised early on that I would have to be OK with peeing myself. It seemed counter-productive to labour towards opening up more and more and more with each contraction, and during this maintain an exception for bladder control. I would have to let go of that as well. (I had come across no explicit discussion of bladder control during labour anywhere in the literature and clearly this wasn’t the time to look it up, although in retrospect a birth story from Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth comes to mind, where a woman mentioned that the toilet was where she felt most comfortable. Perhaps she was troubled by the same contradiction while relaxing her pelvic floor. In any case, labouring in the loo was out of the question. I needed to keep moving.) This also meant that I wouldn’t be able to rest much on the bed: wetting the bed was an inhibition I didn't care to break, plus lying down during contractions seemed to make them shockingly longer and stronger.
I really wanted to be a police officer. The dream was dashed when I realised that I couldn't produce passing transcripts during the Police Exams. I didn't have it in me to suspend critical thought in a way that would allow me to go through with it / answer the exam questions. It had become clear that this was the underlying requirement. What was left was to undergo the exercise as a kind of performance.
These are the early stages of an online crush; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frDamZjCbkI of single-mindedly consuming someone's work in awe, in this case, of their mastery in designing online presence, the way they create an arena and then perform subtle subversions within it, with perfectly self-reflective / powerful politics that sync their visual style with their take on… Continue reading enamoured with gmcfosho’s meta-confrontational political exorcisms: youtube-lofi(?) animation-SWAG hip-hop-killing anonymous video art doesn’t need this text, but here it is anyway SPLASH
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I wrote this for NeMe, mid-2016 It's one of my free-est texts, and it connects my thinking about art, tech, and openness into a kind of politics of civic participation, locating experimental comments on this in the Cypriot arts. Here it is in full / to be occasionally updated. Caption: A piece by Natalie Yiaxi,… Continue reading not(es) on participation [on writing (on art) in the first person]