A SHOW BY MANJA HUNGER AND DANIELA BERSHAN

molekülo

the molecules are not only moving, dispersed programs make the grass grow, but every now and then we are striking each other with such violence that our multiplicities part, and dance about through the crowd, seeking new partners which have become dissociated in the same way. god, me, my comrades and jesus; me, my mother my father and dr.quantum; me, asshole freud and auntie plato; me at all, us at all, all, inner space, cosmo-creaturistic automatics, acutely packed into you-groups and definitions: welcome! , welcome, down to the grass that furnishes the planter with such particles as it cannot manufacture itself, and finds itself a worker. in all intends and purposes: amok off! folds, life, promiscuous and fused, billions of extreme minute particles, fibres, bacteria and viruses. no generations, no future, no past. just existing in positions. minimachine-positions in wet, dark, slimy protein wires. o.k. oh quanta, my role models, only you on my plasm walls! yesterdays fairy tale of the dough and the baking form still halls through the suburbian helixes. the house has a separated shower. it sussurates something that reminds me of a former position: ight! long live our classification of complexities! long live definition self! on its way to part again molekülo is a monument from the sandbox: a charm for the detached… oh mai, mai, my space world where everybody's somebody and no body's themselves…

"Let’s celebrate our temporary passage through the vast unknown. Let’s celebrate the insignificance of our petty reasoning. Let’s celebrate the beauty of another world, one much like our own but without the impediment of faux recognition. The novelty of not knowing and the freedom of aesthetic-less bliss conjoin to make solid the unreal the lost concept of admitting inexperience. Concepts are like tethers, sloughed nerves, responsiveness derailed. Your brain is a sensual, wet organ not a bodiless judge. It is a giant clitoris not a super computer. Instead of imagining a YOU using your brain, surrender. Fail. Subcognition wins. Give up. Give up. Let it sweep you away in a spread eagle interface of ungrounded mortal nguhhh. Vital flow is transitory by its throbbing nature. Give up on poise. Give up. Fail. Unbottle your miasma. Seep…"

From http://www.artsgenomics.org/ VIVAVIVO!

My field of research is dispersed around MINIMACHINES, SPHERULES,... indications of sampling life as mutations of cells or bacterial networks, derriving from [amongst others] Deleuzian thought - with the attempt and drive to recognize programms in physical reality...

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ENHANCE ARTIPLICITY!
OPTIMISE ART TO DISPERSE ITS ENVIRONMENTAL IMPACT!
DEVELOP METHODS OF CRAP PROTECTION!
IMPROVE TOLERANCE AND RESISTANCE!

Develop advanced machine-based raw materials and artiseuticals.
Strom with maximum nexus functionality.
Develop MINIMACHINES as production systems.
Compressive competitive art-systems for minimechanical production.
Always progressed intro-creaturistic, i.e.
[a] Cosmo-micro : each one lives through its own cytoplasm,
[b] Micro-macro : pulses connect by complex potential hubs of entrances, processes and exits.
Convert implanted cell-nexuses into production factories to produce [arto]plasm.
Specialise in optimising recombination and extraction of selected machine compounds.
Catalyse MINIMACHINES or art cells designed for compound production.
Maximum mutation... why not.

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