MANIFESTO

Are art and technology irreconcilably opposed? They never have been, so why should they be? Maybe what unites them is a profound quest for explanation – explanation not only of the world, an effort often clumsy and ultimately doomed, but also, and above all, explanation of that which is human. For there lies a haven open to all, even if an inconstant grasp of our orientation foils our ever attaining it. Rather than settling for the futile titillation of pursuing some rational consciousness, let us strip ourselves of abstractions, illusory yet so arrogant in their majestic stride. 

To this end, we employ technology, projecting the human as a conceptual vivisection that remind us, almost subliminally and leaving aside both absolutist theory and convenient relativism, to reject generalities. You have before you a cryptic lattice of the spirit incarnate, refracted and yet, at the critical moment of perception, coming to life displaying the proud elegance of the ideal and imbued with an almost animal magic that ignites a naïve ardor of rediscovery. Consider it our proposal that you become the alchemists of your own souls.

And how do we present ourselves to the market? A mere details. We ask ourselves, rather, how the market will present itself to us, who would prefer it to be free of constraint but know it is a golden cage that requires polishing. How much are our works worth? Not a bit more than so much, not less than how and not more that which. "Then we won't buy them" barks an indignant voice. Speaking this way, you twist the reasoning from which we derive the reason for our existence. "We want it" cry the bold. You embrace the false reasoning that drops us into the error of consciousness.

We know not how much we are worth, if anything, and that is of no interest to us. Are you inflamed by these projections of things that you are not? Do they push your thoughts, your imagination, beyond the limits that you have set for yourselves? Yes or no we don't care, since each represents a stifling alternatives that shuts off horizons. The answer is that which you will find in yourselves through this proposal without pretensions that are not your own. We don't want to take up your time, what we wish for is your sidelong glance, your unspoken intuition, your broken voice, the light in your eyes tormented by intentions, and your money.

KEM



KEM

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