Collaborative show with Sophie Lee at zona mista, London 2018
ROUGH MAGIC
in the sound of demolition, buildings becoming walls becoming bricks becoming aggregate becoming dust, ash of the burned, spurned, discounted, reformed, cast into the new void that is
arkhe-tekt-ure
40N concrete, rainwater, absent ceiling tiles (cavity space), borrowed clothes
coming up
the origin of the house in the basket, the origin of the basket in the web, building in darkness, instinctive dwelling with own bones in filth, cave floors dripping with freon, a thirsty hum, discarded appliances as exhausted bodies, (also) scale models of high rise buildings, continuous cycle of compression and depression, gases cooling warming, pavements drinking sweat, spit, piss, evaporation contained in systems spreads over the earth’s semi-permeable urban membrane, tough like 40N. For railways, manholes, footings, foundations, fingerprints from the other side, earth stretched out inhuman rendered,
acoustic crescendo from initial hollow, slow rhythm reflecting,
geological chirping barking/woof/howl
coming down
gurgle
gurgle
gurglegurglegurglegurglegurglegurglegurgle
gurglegurglegurglegurglegurglegurglegurgle
discarded fridges, contact microphones, mixing desk, harmoniser pedal, PA system
Atropa Belladonna as the Medean flower, the hag, crazed magician (re)producing poisonous berries, murderous pregnancies, swollen black bellies to burst in wet mouths reflecting light back into dimness, rubbing on thighs to fly nocturnal on sticks, darkness rippling along- side visions. Shadows as the space of illumina- tion, the archeology of architecture revealed as the removal of bodies, sexuality, knowledge, labour, the tomb that is the house that is possessed by the silenced screams of the heretic,
continued
gurgling,
cracking
clicking tick-tock, click, click, click click
popping
buzzing buzz buzz buzzing snapping
clicking
hissing sizzling buzzing arching rattling
zzzzz zzzzzzz ssssss ssssssssssssssss
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
The substratum that is the gregorian drone, flesh of the unheard word, lingua ignota as the permission to overflow, flesh listening in- solitude slowly whispering solidarity, amidst the chastity of rotten air wafting from plague pits, words finally extrude under the spells of sickness, breaking silence with visions, blasted through cortical pulsing, her loss of self as universality opposing her interiority as affirmation of thisness and and the inevitable oscillation between these two states looping, spiralling fractals, resonating, tripping, pulsing
All images © Ollie Hammick 2018