From September 2011 work for Alain Ayers and object.project will move to Alain Ayers new site.

archaeologyoflove – will remain an important site for Alain and Cecilia and the unravelling of our  conversational exchanges. These more diverse and expansive ramblings that we experience around our own serendipity and coproduction can develop more freely and perhaps more strangely outside of the more specific context of contemporary artistic practices and processes.

Alain’s new site will provide a focus on his current artwork and activities. Don’t all rush at once and crash the place!

During the breaks from the daily routines and practicalities the imagination seems to flourish first in dreams, moreso than through observation or  in conversation. During this break, the Owl played a recurring ‘fly on’ role. The image, idea and form of the owl was everywhere from Bergen to Berlin and then Vis island. I felt happy and contented about this unexpected companion. Then, there is the ‘walk on’ part with the Hare along with a freakish cameo for a cat. In the telling of the – hare dream – I was deemed to be a ‘weirdo’ with a capital W by someone, who even derided me for being Hugh Grant-like, which wasn’t supposed to do much for my self esteem. However, Grant’s emergent role in the News International phone hacking story has, in some righteous way made me feel pretty good and good for Grant.

I will tell the hare dream that occurred around my birthday in June to get things started.  – “Part of last nights dream – two hares were in the bed – with fur like light and shining eyes – I had to check myself to see if I was dreaming. I left the room and it felt like home – when I went back in to see if I was still dreaming one of the hares had become a cat with its mouth on the neck of the other hare and its claws holding on. I said to the cat in silent communication – now you have to let the hare go.” This was a highly vivid dream but I decided not to try to analyse it because this way I can recall the visual imagery and sensation of the time states of the dream, the intensity of luminosity around the animal furs and the intelligence of their eyes. The intense phase of transformations was exciting and not fearful. My silently transmitted request to the cat felt wise and correct, simple and not complicated with desire. Instead of dream interpretations I went to the bookshelves for – The Leaping Hare, by George Ewart Evans and David Thomson. If there is a better book on the Hare, then I don’t know it and I am not referring here to Wonderland or the Looking Glass. Freud says that dreams do not judge but do bring about new forms for things.

The hare’s affinity with moonlight, full moons and moonlit spaces couples humanistic intuition into instinctive behavior. In the period when I worked on public space art commissions I learned to work into the twilight. It became a period of time where everything began to look and feel a little different. Not the extreme dark or the astronomical sky but a phase where the eye can read the space and object within in its environment in such a way that new information and awareness is created about the surface, form, textures and atmosphere around the site of the work. In full blazing light these subtle qualities are just not so apparent. The axes of inward and outward light makes for a contemplative and resonant state of mind to both see and feel what had been done and what is needed to be done through a slow turning panoramic quiet. I still love this period after sunset and its variable duration. My preferred twilight (UK – so it could vary around the globe) would be around October, that invisible month where the air is cooling and the twilight spectrum can hover around warm and cool colours.

In France – entre chien et loup – is a comparative event at dusk or dawn appearing as the turning points for what can become real and imagined. Poachers, gamekeepers and naturalists are consulted in the Evans-Thompson book along with historic and ritualistic references and we learn that the symbolic, transformative magic of the hare exists across the world. Lying low in full daylight and emerging ‘at twilight’ brings the hare into the same zone as the owl for ‘feeling and reason’. But as the dog departs and the wolf enters, so does the hare and the owl.  Trusting the dog to guide us may be more realistic but to allow any of the animals of the night to do so challenges our sense of the real and brings us to a place where trust in a different kind of imagination is possible. Any crossing into the night is like seeing into a new territory and whatever it may bring. This possibility will also bring uncertainty and could be disruptive, slipping into a depiction of danger by introducing us to an idea of fear, in that we can’t see clearly with our eyes so we need to see in another way. This extended capacity of seeing through ‘feeling and reason’ can also be experienced as a suppression of the pleasure of the visible. What is visible by night is markedly different to what can be visible by day. Who or what will guide us is another matter.

In -  Cities of the Plain; The Border Trilogy, C. McCarthy – there is a scene where an owl flies into the windscreen of a truck like a flying crucifix, shattering the screen and their reality. There are a great deal of lit. reviews of McCarthy’s work online so I don’t really want to add to that but the owl episode loomed into my dream states and sleep for a few nights as if I was the owl. The owl in the story wasn’t incidental or just something that was part of the night life of the place and time like the hitting of jackrabbits was. If you have lived in the country and driven at night you will hit an animal of some kind at some point and most probably thousands of moths and flying insects. Where I lived it was deer, foxes, rabbits, hedgehogs, pheasants and badgers. I only ever hit about two or three in all but roadkill was common. Many animals can adapt to the roadside environment and the high speed chase of bright lights coursing along the roads but some won’t make it. To hit a bird like an owl, a night bird of prey,  is a very exceptional circumstance, so it must mean something.

The day before reading this part of  of McCarthy’s story I had seen a bit of news online from the BBC where a woman in Cumbria returned home to find an owl imprint on her bedroom window. It was reported that the RSPB thought it was most likely a young Tawny Owl and – ‘The marks on the window are said to have been left by ‘powder down,’ a substance that helps birds protect growing feathers’. Then it turns out that it’s not so uncommon for birds to leave imprints onto windows but none are reported as cracked or broken. So is it possible for the owl in Cities of the Plain to fracture the truck’s windscreen? I think the writer needs the owl to become crucified into their lives and the screen to shatter. It’s a beautiful and sad moment that will shadow what is to come for Cole and Parnham. But it’s Troy, the older ranch hand who is most troubled.

After Billy, Troy and Elton have been out for a day of perfect horse riding in a landscape that they hold dear and are driving home Billy stops the truck in order to help a group of Mexicans whose truck has a flat tire. Troy is uncomfortable with what could be seen as an act of kindness. ‘Are you done bein a Samaritan?’ First he can’t understand why Billy should stop but later understands that Billy is restoring a past favor, a karmic episode. Troy sees the idea of disruption in the night, the little things that may hold motivation for someone else can also bring unexpected consequences for others. Nothing is scripted coherently for each and everyone of us in any relational sense. What was good for Billy was not so good for Troy as he reacts with a psychic depth to the death of the owl. ‘One of its feet shuddered and drew up into a claw and slowly relaxed again and it moved its head slightly as if to better see them and then it died’. In my reading, Troy has met the eyes of this dying creature and possibly taken up the spirit of the owl into him. Billy, on the other hand, is on a parallel script and hangs the bird in the fencing by the roadside, before driving on with a restricted view through the web-like screen. Troy has been given an image that disturbs his reality, the owl has taken him to another place. ‘It was just a owl’ – ‘I know, It ain’t that’. – ‘You sure you’re ok?’ – ‘Yeah. I’m all right. I just get to thinkin about things is all.’

From that moment on John Grady Cole’s script becomes a passion, leading to death and glory from the knife of the Mexican pimp (and a little of Borges as well). Billy and John become two characters that embody what cannot be resolved in the time available to them in their respective life-spans and so we witness the unresolved, conflicted attitudes of the past, locked into that same time and place. Even though they have transgressed in their personal lives by crossing and re-crossing the border at a time when it was last possible to do so, they don’t seem to have learned enough about what these transgressions indicate and they remain unprepared for what is coming into the world through the home land. Their collective memory is poignant and yet is still going to remain untold and forever washed over through the shifting attention from local troubles to the global wars on resources. The contemporary geopolitical frontiers of the USA are delineated as a past and future and dissected through the emotional fates of the two men bound into the troubled culture of the borders and hinterlands where Mexico is revealed as a place of the night. Across the border where nothing adds up, the uncertainty and force of imagination remains as a necessary danger to men like them, when time is running out and where there is nowhere left to go. Their lives will simply will be lost in the worldly configurations of the necessity of recalling the future stories to account for a wider population in the world that they could each not quite imagine. What we can sense is that the value of limitations, the dignity of life and the need for a care for others remains as a moral and ethical basis for the rules of the road.

On our own individual journeys, listening to the stories of others whom we meet will tell us most of what we need to know. Whether that changes our own script is another story. The theme of running the rule of ones own destiny abides.

Through the remaining days of reading while in Berlin, owls in various guises appear, on a broach, in a keyring and on the sides of a doorway. On Vis island, the beach stones reveal owls and on return home one of the first images I see is on a postcard that CG had brought back from this years Venice Biennale – ‘The Night Watchman From The Knowledge Series’, Nancy Foutts, 2011. Its a taxidermy owl with a satin eye patch. While it is striking in its own way I am not a fan of the taxidermy trend of contemporary art because it suddenly intruded as a condition of style a few years ago. I only felt clear about this in the past year and it was some work or another that brought it home.

In Berlin we visit Hamburger Bahnhof Contemporary Art Museum where Joseph Beuys’ work is in the collection that includes ‘How to Explain Pictures to a Dead Hare’, 1965. The Hare in this work is dead and does not look like a taxidermist hare. He said, “A Hare comprehends more than many human beings with their stubborn rationalism …I told him that he needed only to scan the picture to understand what is really important about it”. In the Pergamon Museum, I found a hare painted into a bowl as beautiful as a Beuys drawing.

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The arguments for the recognition of the Anthropocene are gathering pace, unsurprisingly. The ideas and facts have a defining momentum and are being consistently proposed by science researchers who are ready to move fully into this phase. There is an Anthropocene – Working Group – ‘gathering evidence for and against’. Reading more accessible texts like -Wonderful Life – Stephen Jay Gould  and Basin and Range -  John McPhee, we would know that geological time / deep time is a uniquely contested field of knowledge and imagination and therefore being continuously rewritten.

Artists have already knowingly been visiting this time zone. The modernistic stepping stones through rag pickers, ready makers and rhyzomic activists world-wide takes us right into the heart of the humanistic project as witnesses, outlaws and visionaries. The complex enfoldings of artistic practices, the willingness to explore what the world looks and feels like have visibly produced a critical engagement with the responsibilities that come with the Anthropocene. The naming of another deep time zone isn’t going to change the world, that has already happened, and is now being understood further,  in an evidenced based way, through the work of the scientists.

What the emergent naming of the new phase seems to allow is  for the recognition of the phenomena of production and transformation via the European industrial revolution and then the post WWII nuclear age right into the present crises of the wars of global resources (not on terror) and the drastic destruction of bio diversity. The increased technocratic structuring of the world as a systemic nature for human exploitation is the basic conflict. We are not at war with others on a distant planet, like some alien force but with ourselves, and yet that remains a dominant behavior.

The most interesting ideas that come to us from this debate is that geology can shift from rocks, natural materials and fossilised life into new categories. The separated sciences that claim ownership of thought and knowledge need to re-connect and form much more complex and relevant thinking and actions needed for this new time zone. The revolution will not be screen based, but it will need to evolve a new ecology of mind. (Morton et al)

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Artangel – from the 2011 Jem Finer’s ‘Longplayer’ annual talks. John Gray speaks with James Lovelock

Ideas spiraling around regulation and adaptation, anecdotal tales along with general scientific and social descriptions gives this event a level of basic interest. A bleak humanistic prospect is discussed calmly where a more radical technological mutation is seen as unlikely. Intelligent communities seem to be one of the leading optimistic solutions.  Population control and feeding people appears to be a central concern and there was agreement over the need for women to be leading the way globally in issues of childbirth. A sense of politeness prevented the essential contradictions of James Lovelock’s ideas and opinions to become more fully illuminated. When asked about the role of the Artist, it seems it is to keep people happy and the role of the Arts is to become understood through a broader context of institutional creativity that can be associated with the scale of impact of modern science. No mention of a political or social engagement for the Arts that will impact or resonate in ways that may change the way we ‘see’ the world. Maybe art is the entertainment to technocracy and should, subversively, decide to be so.

Science Friday – Connecting Science and Art, speaks to Cormack McCarthy, Werner Herzog and Lawrence Krauss

This is more discursive and a more accessible event where the presenter Ira Flatow engages the three guests in a round table dialogue around connections. The range of knowledge and enthusiasms is evident and the exchanges of interest deeply mutual and meaningful. Listening to Werner Herzog read an extract from – All the Pretty Horses – is memorable and you wonder why it isn’t Herzog himself, making a film about one of McCarthy’s stories. But if you want to taste the connections of science and art then there is much more here to inspire you. Lawrence Krauss’s book on Richard Feynman looks too good to miss and the listeners couldn’t help but reflect on the work of Richard Feynman in some relation to the Gaia principle, where putting humans on the outside of Gaia, firstly, trying to integrate and then co-adapt as an inappropriate contemporary narrative. It’s emergence with the rise of the Green movement may have been a useful one at the time.  If anything, as time has passed, the bongo playing Feynman has become more closely inclined towards the intention and imagination of the Artist and the Arts and McCarthy and Herzog are making significant contributions to the dialogues that are appropriate for constructing the humanistic narratives about long term futures.

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Deciding to blog this is to engage in what Access propose, which is to help fill web space with content about what needs to be seen and heard. For us, it’s not only about one Artist.

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In 1988 Alain was in China for three months on a travel scholarship, studying temple gardens, architecture and contemporary Chinese art, making connections with Artists and Art institutions. While in Hangzhou towards the end of the journey a note-book with all his carefully recorded contacts was taken from a bag in his hotel room. Nobody knew where it went and it became impossible to trace the many friends and colleagues met with.  This was before the internet and emails or web sites that would have made this network visible and with a capacity to develop and communicate. On returning home, he was advised to let some more time pass because he may have already put some of those peoples lives in danger, a chilling thought.

The following year the Tiananmen Square massacre revealed to a surprised world how much the Chinese government feared the rapidly opening up of culture and communication with international links for the whole population.  The Xiamen special economic zone revealed unexpected insight into the scale of structural thinking for China to establish itself as the factory of the world for the next phase of global capital. Where could state capitalism flourish? Only in China on this scale.  It was also apparent that the purpose of Art was to become the human face and to function in much the same way that post WWII American Art had already operated.  In 1988 in Beijing or Shanghai, no one was that interested in what the  Chinese artists were doing and they mostly dreamed of being elsewhere.

It is a historic and consistent tactic within the Han Chinese political power structure to periodically and publicly enforce this kind of crackdown and to silence critical voices and expose the idea of a dissidence is not in harmony with the will of the people. Even Mao couldn’t resist this process and the signs of the Cultural Revolution as a destructive force to sweep through change could be seen everywhere, once you learned how to look .  An Artist who is speaking out becomes one of the most dangerous people for any government to tolerate.

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First of all its Ballard – My Dream of Flying to Wake Island – then after the 9.0 earthquake off Sendai in Japan the reports of a Tsunami warning for Wake Island and through a search into information about the island a link through the website Ballardian, to the Swedish film maker Solveig Nordlund and her film.

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“In 2002 the Ballardian feature-film universe expanded substantially with the release of Aparelho Voador a Baixa Altitude, Solveig Nordlund’s artfully rendered riff on JG Ballard’s 1976 short story, ‘Low-Flying Aircraft’. Seen mainly at film festivals, this Portuguese-Swedish co-production was a welcome addition to the Ballard filmography.”

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In the wake of the terrible tragedy in Japan, the legacy of  a nuclear radiation, the Pacific WWII  battles, the history of the island and our current awareness of wind carried radiation (since Chernobyl) that would cross the pacific towards the USA trips out our imagination in a way that Ballard would see.

Traveling to Wake Island now would be perfect timing, close to an edge of past present and future, a place out of time. A place of the ‘mythology of the future’.

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Asking Nature something  presumes that there is such a thing as Nature, but here we have a site with a purpose  for Nature. Nature is reconfigured into a  resource of interaction, ideas and facsimiles for application into the human world. Such depth mining will be continually fascinating but the solutions may be eternally superficial as well. The goal appears to be financial masquerading as humanistic. We shall see, in due course, as ever. As for being a new kind of search engine with ethical intent, who knows, when the web and life is already everything and everywhere. Biochemical solutions could mean biochemical problems with the eye always on the end product and not the processes of production, extinction and trail damage en route. Timothy Morton’s writing on – ecomimesis – and the concept of – ecology without nature – may be a good antidote for this kind of techno-spiritual mimesis. Ask Nature looks smooth but is it asset mining with an ecological twist? Can studying schools of fish really make a smart car, if the smart car has to be built with something and run on something else. The idea of total synthesis where we get exactly what we desire with no nightmare is  probably not just around the next bend in the river or the glass clad lab. If a super life saving drug turns up that cures all, or a free, limitless energy supply reveals itself then we are home free, aren’t we? Then what?

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The Aesthetics of Music and Sound

After listening to Haydn Dickenson play Part and Claus Garn on Resonance FM some enquiry leads to a new world of sound. Then again Part is special to us both because we met in Tallinn and its as if he lured us together in that strange and timeless city on the Baltic periphery.