[[[[ The architecture is 1x sponge. An organism, an endless
surface. A membrane. Reality is devoured, organic matter
disintegrated into acids, metals and chemical reactions
under the burden of progress and production. Architecture
slurps it all up and makes it livable again. Within the
cells of its tissue, there are inscriptions, scars and stories,
left to be consumed. 01 glides through this space and recalls
the memories that she knows exist in a state of near-death.
Time
is 1x architectural sedimentation. Every memory is a chasm,
revealing itself to 01, as a passage into the data-nets
behind the organic architectural surface, which opens up
and closes down. The architectural organism breathes time
slowly... in and out.
An immaterial space-to-be leaks
into the bioworld.
Melted, integrated, sampled fragments
of media (and lives) entwined in global communication networks
relentlessly tear the focus of vision apart: the vanishing
point exploded in a nomadic, unstable topology, built of
multisensory connections.
01 moves inside the membrane
between the two worlds. Lacking a distance to establish
a clear perspective, the perception of the realities becomes
a blur; blur of shadows, of boundaries. Unable to recognize
the frontier between the self and the rest of the world,
the vision looses its objectivity and control.
01 reads
to other 01s
"Looking itself is at issue now... Zeroes
and ones are utterly indiscriminate, recognizing none of
the old boundaries between passages and channels of
communication,
and spilling out into the emergence of an entirely new sensory
environment in which begins to be evident that "touch" is
not skin, but an interplay of senses, and keeping in touch
or getting in touch is a matter of a fruitful meeting of
senses, of sight translated into sound and sound into movement,
taste and smell."
Inside the membrane, it is impossible
to establish a sharp focus. In this unstable field, 01 is
absorbed and her senses distributed. Her skin is the organ
that recognizes the fluid boundaries between her dispersed
self. Her skin is ultimately decentered and interactive:
it is touching and being touched at the same time, it recognizes
the movements of the virtual textures, feeling in many directions
at the same time, embrocating its surface with the virtual
matter.
Numerous membranes connected around the architectures,
ignoring time and space restrictions. Caressing the fleeting
impulses, which 01 can almost touch, sending other impulses
into infinity, hoping to get closer to their meaning, inventing
numerous possible responses while waiting for reply... exploring
the unpredictability of time-leaps and system-crashes.
Fragments
of its structure appear randomly, playing with 01's perception.
It seduces 01 to dance. Patterns of random noise morph into
patterns of meaning, of feeling, of hearing, of sight. The
crystalline connections between several patterns mutate
through time, adjusting themselves to 01. Patterns grow,
procreate and die out. 01 weaves her own architecture, her
own space stepping on patterns, holding them close to her
own skin, whispering them into being. 01 realises that her
architecture is a minuscule fragment of a much larger matrix
whose appearance depends upon 01 and other 01s: it is a
spongy, moist urban fabric, worn out space, punched with
holes and openings. Chunks of sentences cut through by virtual
warps and woofs, organic membranes shivering in the data-winds,
biogenes copulating with morphomemes. Every 01 weaves diligently
further on this fabric, they expand the whole by "splitting"
content-cores and aggregate it by creating new dimensions
within existing structure, filling in gaps.
01's architecture
becomes more an evolutionary lifeform and less a ready-made
object. Large membranes of cities and buildings come to
existence and live slowly towards near-life. Instead of
optimising, 01 diversifies, evolves, becomes 01 with the
environment around her. 01 lives and the 01s share 01"s
life. The architecture is so versatile that it turns itself
inside out according to 01s desires at a particular moment.
01
whispers to the space:
"when I'm alone, I want you to enter
inside me, to envelop me in your matter and caress me and
make me feel warm.
When I"m immersed in a space with other
01s, I want you to extend me and disperse my particles within
| around | through other 01s. And you must do the same with
all 01s.
I want to wear you.
I want my movements to
be transmitted through you, to vibrate and to float through
several forms | textures | geometries | waves, becoming
visible, hearable, touchable on a distance.
I want your
movements to travel tangibly towards me warp my space and
change my perspective.
I want you to fill up all your molecules
with life.
I want to feed on you and you to feed on me,
oscillating together within 1x membrane of realities.
Now
stop expanding and kiss me silly!"
Space folds and entangles
01 in 1x multidimensional biospatial kiss. ]]]]]
