Something is Happening Beauty is at Work Through Pure and Selfless Acceptance Through Everyday Transcendence That Remedies the Chaos and Antidote to the Sorrow on This Earth for Eternity Music Heard so Deeply that it Is not hurt at all You, were the music while the Music lasts Insist on beauty in Spite of everything Decorum As I'm Walking I see you on your Motorbike [I] could see your blue eyes and Nose Peering Underneath the crash Helmet But it's not you, it's Just a man that looks like you I'm Disappointed every Time Every Time I see a man on a motorbike I think it's my dad I'm not sure why this Is Sometimes I forget what your bike looks like? Everyone's Eyes and Faces Look the Same Underneath Black Crash on This from a Distance Everyone Looks like you Although Soon I realize it's not I Remember You used to Paint Pictures of Naked women in Crash Helmets Their Identities Were Hidden too I Always Wondered who These women Wore Their Shiny Black Round Heads Like Lollipops Props Who are they Dead Breathe The Laughing Heart your life is your life Don't let it be Clubbed Into Dank Submission Be on the Watch Their Ways out There is light Somewhere It May not, be much light but it beats the Darkness Beyond the Watch The Gods will Offer you Chances [Know] them Take Them you can't Beat Death but you can be death in Life Sometimes [and] The More often you learn to do it The More Light There will be your life is your life Know it while you have it You are [Marvellous] The Gods Wait To delight in you Rascal was a [Wildcat] when it was Four degrees Outside? When I moved in She stand with Me in Winter and rain sleep with me Mostly Outside [Hunter] I never Tried to Break her Spirit hit by car in Front of me I Was shocked [I]? Buried her by Cat Litter and Wild Food her Sunshine Place Could only dig The stones Because the city's sewage Pipes About Three Or four feet I Wish was deeper next to Keep other animals from Digging a row When I find Stones I'll cover up could [Hurdy] Completion Began as well? If so I'll put more soil on [Top] First Cat and friend [Hi-yah] I saw you last night, hmm. [I] was in the Club yeah I? Saw who you with - She was Holding you so tight she knows you want me, [oh]? no She can't love you she can't love you like i do I Said to Myself that You must be out of your mind you, were There [with] somebody else you know, you're Wasting your time, oh? No Because She can't love you She can't love you like I do You're Missing my Beat and I'm Needing your Moves Let's give it one More try, let's get Back in The Groove Because She Can't love you She can't love you like I do When I was Younger my father was the Producer of A transvestite Troupe and? It Seemed A dream for me to be able to reserve what, was Behind the Curtain I? Think This Is One all started While Growing up I kept on Searching for This Feeling of Wonder his Taste for Metamorphosis [I]? Direct Speak of Cabarets Shows Or even The Strange From Video To Another often The Same Protagonist Progressed in This Mysterious and Phantasmagorical Universe I Consider My Videos as Living Paintings I use the Camera as a Painter with his brushes What Could my world be made of? Red Green Blue [Red] Green Blue Red Green Blue If You want to turn Yourself Into a proud Samurai Warrior? you need the Katana Samurai Sword This High Quality Plastic Weapon is a japanese longsword which will Look Just perfect With your traditional Japanese Vakama and The Traditional Japanese Gita and Add the Finishing Touch to your agent Outfit the black and Gold Katana Samurai sword Comes with a matching Black Scabbard so it can be Stored Safely The Japanese, Sword will Protect you in fights and is Sure to Make you an [Eye-Catcher] at any Party Size length 105 Centimeters blade Length 70 Centimeters Material Plastic yeah so a couple years Ago a, bunch of Us went Down to the beach and We got There and and Coast guard's Running all up and Down Us and like you can't get in the Water you know Screaming at [Us] and So, we waited A bit and They went Further Down the beach and then, We Decided We Would go like what the fuck why? We come here so? My Buddy went Down There and he's like All good Come Down here man so i walked over and We looked Down and We couldn't See it From Where we were Parked but Like When We looked Down We were Really Close? You looked Down and There was Just all These fucking, Jellyfish you know like one Every Like all over Plays One Every [2] Or [3] feet and From Where, We were Standing you couldn't Really tell? If They were Living or dead you know Because some of them, were Still moving but then Others, were like Just Just Totally Limp So tell me what it's like Growing Up in Singapore Well We had I? Had These Really magnificent Memories of my Childhood Because, We had These magnificent Playgrounds? It was like These big Watermelons? And I remember I used to climb to the Top of the Watermelon and I'D Rub Myself on the Ridges To Give Myself Pleasure you know You Think, We could Fall in Love on the Internet? No Because it Wouldn't Be Love [it'd] just be Porn [I] don't think so Seen from a Distance Almost everything Looks beautiful [as]? The Distance Increases The More We Romanticize All The Small Details From the everyday reminisce is the past Because things, We want to forget are the things we Can Never Forget? do it Just do it don't Let your Dreams Be Dreams Yesterday You Said Tomorrow so Just do it Make your dreams come true Just do it Some People [dream] of Success While you're gonna Wake Up and Work Hard at it Nothing [is] impossible You Should get to the point where Anyone Else Would quit and You're not Gonna stop There no what are you Waiting for do it Just Do it yes you can just do [it] If you're Tired of Starting over Stop Giving up Emerging Gaming Technologies Operate Within the Nexus of Social Relationships that Characterize the modern World These Technologies Enable A Constant Commentary which has Become the Quintessential Quality of Power often Operating as Mechanisms That Dictate our Action and Pre-Ordained our Expectations The Work Interrogate The Cultural Logic of Feedback as a Metaphor and Material Condition it is live Cybernetic Reactive Sensory Data Translated Through Visual and tactile Apparatus Disillusion of The Virtual Coppa Real Boundary Reorienting Perspective of The Existing and an alternative Space and Time an Avatar and Symbiosis With The Subject Taking The Lead in A continuous Loop of Action and Reaction We're Surrounded by Forms Yet it's Still so elusive Right You know Sometimes it Feels like like, We fill that void between Us with something that Grows Slowly Like it's Overtaking us or something? Like the way, We speak or what We do Where? We put Stuff Around Us even Like the the Stances We Inhabit or like the faces We Make Or even The body Parts? You know the Food we Whatever Sometimes? It Gets Heavier you know Or more light but it's like all the Distinctions Are Starting to melt away The Forms The Resemblances The Symmetries The Repetitions the Patterns Patterns that We know, We have always had that have always been There and we're not sure why and now? The Outside Looks More and More Like the images that were Contained in Us since the Beginning Hi! Thank you for Waiting we've Been Running a little bit Behind Today? Right as you know we've Taken A few readings and These get sent, away, We have a look at them We meet a group of Us many Years [of] [Experience] We have a look and We see what we Could See? Because That Makes sense if I just If you [Just] have a look here Really the [System] [is] Really slow so it's really it's A case of Monitoring and You Monitoring and You're Just letting us [know] if You notice Anything unusual Would you be able to do this Mm-Hmm You Have Any Questions Double Double-Sided Minds Differ Paths One Runs after sunlight One Follows the Rising Moon They Either Congregate Connect Intersect Touch you night at sunset for eclipses Play and Then separate for Long Interspecies Later Re-enacting Past meetings Forever Lost in Repetition Ab and Flow Edging Closer Expanding Warmth That Point Just before the pressure bursts Capillary Rush Tension Resisting each Muscle [each] Limb each Breath Under Control for Now Questions of Limitations Dissolve, Into The blur Eyes Open But Horizons Fall away The [Birman] Increases Now The Pain Centers One of you escapes but I pull you back Duality Is this Thing only as a whole Weakened By Quivering Joints Lungs Push for Release A Struggle to hold on Control Surrendered Suspended in Dullness Eyes Closed Now Numb Running Reaching Falling Skipping Turning Sliding Walking These Are all Words that describe Ways of Moving? Each Action is packed With Many Micro Movements It's hard for us to recognize These Small Movements Individually When describing how to Walk We use the simplest terms Possible and Struggle to explain all the mechanics of A simple Movement? Understanding Body Movement in The Terms of Everyday language Should be Simple However our Muscle Memory Takes over for our Brain and our Body Becomes a strange System of Levers and Pulleys That Maneuver by our Command She sits I Squirt Toothpaste in My Mouth [I] start to Brush She's Looking at, me I look at her I Keep Brushing whilst looking Else Not, Look at her She looks at Me and i Continue to Brush getting Faster getting Harder I Start to gag My Eyes Leak and i still look at her She looks at me I Keep Brushing Gagging I Feel like I'm gonna be Sick am I gonna be Sick Gagging Paste Down my Face my hair on my shirt Dripping And i still look at her and she looks at me Enough The Sculptor The Painter The Video Maker The Figure of The Artist has Been as Fetishize in The western Culture as the Hollywood Actor Town Drunkard Messiah Himself Michael Peters Tate Shots Attempts to Reconfigure The Concept of Creator Or create tricks by placing Himself in The Position of artists as Mean Watch Enjoy and Be it one We are all Children of the Universe? I fear The Absolute I Fear my Absence in The Absence of all things Belief in Living has Been Contorted Into the Shortened Life of contempt and predetermined Imprisonment and i I Feel it all Collapsing, okay, I can't Fucking it Project You is near and and Here I stand Wasting My last Moments Cursing The Evil [who] pressed me to sell [Fame] You Give Me Nothing no mercy no empathy Only Self Hate to you, I'm Just A fucking Plaything an Amusement replicating the Cries of man you Were playing last moments of my life over and Over and Over I'm Just A fucking Charade Suspended at the Core of Ridicule and I Pity for Those who Whose end Mirrors Mind and I Pity Myself I'm helpless Thank you I'm tormented by the inescapable Rewinding Collapse Don't let Them See me like This Man is under Surveillance Where Is he Gone Almost Into a state of Euphoria of Relief as Though he's Happy about it Has to act as a [lookingglass] Rather than a mirror of Social Conventions he Disintegrated Perfectly but Never Reappeared he Became translucent to reveal his Reality It's impossible Unless he is or. Was insane he changed, his mind you know how men Are Perhaps it Symbolizes Something Deep in His Subconscious Feeling Genuinely upset Tears Level Shame on me With my face is Receptacle and Surface Surface That's Throwing Up what's Already There What Where and Hard World Stuff? Confrontation Is Post Preferably Living in Looks like over and Under With Grapple Here is Approaching Confrontation or Surface Lump Rolled out You go, Through the Dump to Form a projectile semi Bound like protest Song Collapsed Needs Filled for no Other Forced Partly Forever As Long as I leave you together Art Hits Whatever I point at. Is big Snap Leg Snap Leg Snap Leg snap Leg Snap Leg Snap Leg Snap Leg Snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg Snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg Snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg Snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg snap Leg Snap Leg Snap Leg Snap Leg Chalk Circle Another One of Those Days Where you think Shit Up then Nothing Today This London Underground Journey Needs No excessive Mental Activity to perform I'm Stuck in A strange Modern-Day Meditation This Space Asks for an Interruption when it happens it's a moment of Pure Panic and Confusion all Previous Expectations are Obliterated [There's] A second of Elation The Rules Are Being broken Here Quickly it Passes I'm back in A routine There's an Expansion of Discovery and Limitation Even If I'm Thinking fuck This is boring As I scribble Repetitively Onto the Floor Between The Visible and Invisible Lies a Glistening Rectangular Pane A Transparent veil This Thin Glossy Sheet of Glass so [Innocent-Looking] is the Frontier between the Physicality of Toil and the ignorance of Immateriality Liquid Crystals Oscillating Between A, seamless Fluid and Solid [State] Produce a Viscous Reality That's Almost Palpable Almost Attainable but Succeeds only in Abstracting The heightened Artifice perpetuates Anonymity out Sourced and far away Dead Labour Turns to Capital and Power Relations Dissolve All that is solid melts Into the air These Light Installations do Not Provide an Original Experience Instead The Audience will Witness Occurrences They Have Previously [Encountered] in Their Everyday Lives on bedroom walls Floors and Through bus Windows but May Have Never Noticed Observing Recording and Recreating Studies of Light This Series of Events Are Light Occurrences That Have Been Captured and Digitally Recreated using Projectors as the Technology to Stage Them in a space to Either go Noticed Or unnoticed Which were About to Witness is Quite Definitely Harrowing British Artist Jack Evans who, was Raised in Mansfield Heart of the Midlands is now one of the most southern Parts of the uk? Brighton Beach in The hellish Winter cold laid out Nothing but Ravens his Favorite Pair of Speedos And A fucking Tacky Shit go Watch Eating what I believe Those Brits Call a [ninety-nine] Flake his Body Looks Glorious it [Shivers] in Wind I do have to remind you Especially the ladies It was Fucking Cold? Enjoy Hold your Breath count to two Come With Us in A world of Pure Imagination Take A look and you'll See Into our Imagination [We'll] Begin Traveling in The World of our Creation? What you'll See will have no explanation? Look Around There's no life to compare With Living with no Pixelation Joe Moss was Shia [Labeouf] before Shia Labeouf, was [Joan] Moss? We only got 30 Seconds so i mean I'll try his Voice but but I Don't know man who Makes that Choice Who's Pretending to be who We're Pretending to talk to you that doesn't exist yet but What's Really Going on you're Not I? Don't Think Any of Us understand Maybe you, do There's Always Reflections of you in the screen but I can't speak I'm Dumb, I'm the dumbest Shia talks Fuck 30 Seconds [Sir] all right pressure Whatever hey, mom it's Really Joe but you Never Thought This was Fucking Happening on? Number 24 oscillates Somewhere Between A durational Performance and Live Sculpture The Work Seeks to Act both as A social and institutional Critique of what Is in our School? Presented Then in The Form of a bookshop as Opposed to a library Arguably A Democratic Equivalent the Work Seeks to Explore the Currency of Ideas how Trade and Exchange Is not only Commoditized but Perhaps how Conversation Is Perhaps a vital Component in The Flow and Disruption of How culture Manifests My Practice Revolves Around Questions of fact and Fiction and The Blurred Line That Lies between I'm interested in How Surveillance Images can be Manipulated and Orchestrated in Order to create a particular Narrative Creating unreliable Narrator There Are Three Parts to the Work Footage of A factual Space Where by a sequence of Events has occurred [A] Digital Drawing of the Space and A strip Backstage to its crude simplest skeletal Form Where the Sequence of events is Reenacted The Stage is A factual Representation of A real-Life Space Whereby Every Property is identical in Dimensions Fifty-Seven Million nine Hundred and Ten Thousand One Hundred eight Million Two Hundred Thousand One Hundred forty nine Million Six Hundred Thousand Two Hundred Twenty Seven Million nine [Hundred] and Forty Thousand Seven Hundred seventy Eight Million Three Hundred and Thirty Thousand One Billion Four Hundred Twenty nine Million Four Hundred Thousand Two Billion nine Hundred seventy Million nine Hundred Ninety Thousand Four Billion Five Hundred Four Million Five Billion nine Hundred Thirteen Million Five Hundred Twenty Thousand I Can't stop Looking at my Phone [and] Computer separate Connected Entity Making Me Lose Time-Space Awareness Where's My Phone I need to Make this sunset Digital Stone Preserved in Binary Code Till The Server Breaks and The National Grid runs out of gas [I] can't find my Money That Left the Physical sphere Long Ago all I see remind me of things online or in A video [game] They Are so real in The moment I Climb that Mountain with my mind and Fingers my body Didn't even get Close all my Experiences Turned Into lighten Pixels ohm Oh, oh? you oh you oh oh [oh] oh oh oh Oh, oh? 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