Mateusz

“Anything can happen in life, especially nothing.”

― Michel Houellebecq, 

A study into interaction with the negative space and its material opposition – clay.

 

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#Sound sculpture# Interaction #SpeculativeDesign

If we assume that a void is a space completely deprived of content: matter or material process.

 

We very quickly fall into a trap that leading us to question the existence of the void in the first place.

 

Does void only exist as a relation between material bodies?

 

Void for its enclosure/ definition needs dimensions, and only with their parameters can we draw its finite image.

 

Why does emptiness make me feel uneasy?
Is the fear of the unknown justified?

The first impression, and the reaussurence of positioning-  Is it the century of progress? or maybe its older like the black shadow in the background?

How did a wish for productivity butchered your naivity? How does the need for opinion deprives you of authenticity?

The disappearance of the leid motif –  the horror vacui.

When did music become a necessity?
How do cookies track my wish for flying? 

Everyone, as part of everything – Nevermore anyone.


The moment our distinctive gestures fail to meet an equivalent response. A feeling more than just disappointment of when anticipation hits a wall.

A primal fear of a catastrophe lurks from behind the corner – the fall into the voidness of being. The space where mist hides the horizon, and the corners get just to far to bid us a shelter.

Lack of stimuli and isolation that lead to hallucinations.


In a place steered by mass, energy, and its continuous conversion. Where our contribution is defined by an extremely short lifetime, and any moment with no reassurance of a response becomes a fatal fear.

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Is that why Void scares you?
Does void act then as a guillotine of meaning?

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The terror of the emptiness provides no shelter for our thoughts.

In the emptiness, all our interventions and synergies are forever captured and exposed for what they are.

Presented without soothing distortion of reality, with no veil, and with no hopes for relativization.

 
Void the raw material possibility of being, the fundamental tool for expression of mass. The tool of contrast, drawing more precise contour of reality.
 
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A void that I see as solid. A void that asks for contact. A void that we can mold. A void that you grow into. A void made from clay. 
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A void that: “Life is probably round” Van Gogh In its roundness, Invites interaction. A Spherical portrait of possibility before a critical split of conceptualization. 
Addressed only by yourself. A voice of a personal messanger. A noise that echoes with your touch. Still moments filled with uproar of the intimate. 
 
 
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