Today we have a presentaion in Tate Britain for our Territories of practice in these few months, it's a presentation based on our research with the view to the issue that each group was working on, and my group is Psychonalytic Thinking in Practive. We prepare the presentation before the christmas holiday, it was started in the studio practise, all of us was thinking to present it through a looping photo showing with some thought on the key concept in the psychoanalyst topic, each of us woudl have around a minute to talk about our work and thought, something like that, and we discussed on the way of performance as well, while everything come to the decision, we practise a little game in psychoanalyst thinking way, we wrote a poem like script, all of us like the idea, this become our final decision on the presentation. The process of writing the script here is the first person write a sentense first, then pass to the second one, write a new sentense below it after reading then pass to the third one. And the third one can only see the sentense have wrote by the second. So in this 'game', only the following one could see the previous one's creature. And it comes out like this
Curious objects resonate like a fetish of this world and another
This could be reflective of the aesthetics of anxiety
Obsessive obsessive obsessive , without an obsession.
Triggered by unpleasurable tension
Alienation to a field of sequences
Fissuring the distribution of the sensible
Once the expansion of veins start, everything starts to deteriorate and fade
Suggestions of the body, creating an alternative universe of recognisable objects
The fallacy of considering two things to be the same merely because they have attributes in common
They cant choose when to stop, they can never choose when to stop
Monkeys having sex transported to another world
The animal body crawls like my instinct
What is going to happen to me here?
Is here right now or did I think it?
It is not the ceiling that usually exists with the aim of transforming it
Time as movement within a wave
Comets drop as we fall unconsciously into bloom
Sinking into the bouquet, it brings me to my 8 year old self.
In the absence of clear boundaries, bodily traces are inscribed in the spaces that do not exist.
And it seems obvious that something should be frightening precisely because it is unknown and unfamiliar
There must be a necessity to feel labouring.
But where is the line between the pleasurable and unpleasurable
But where is the line…..
where is the line…..
The line widens.. a void of repulsion and desire..we slip in
Where is the line…..
A barrier between fragile self and shaming intrusiveness
Watch how things work then they fall apart
Alone, I am brought back to her body
It entitles me to heaped teaspoons of dignity and self awareness
Looking at something, being encouraged to occupy other ideas and thoughts
The drive to create is often fuelled by a combination of personal and existential issues
A Negative feeling arising from the experience of human freedom and responsibility
The responsibility of the visual provokes bewilderment but holds power in the first instance
Hidden bodily fluids evoke self-abasement
Despising it as nonsensical and underestimating its importance
This being a subjective space
Allows becoming its author rather than its victim
Creating an inviting place for interaction
The artists uncanny fantasy is firmly rooted in their generation
And it will permanently invalidate their process of recovery
This isn’t about getting back to how you were before
Emotions in 3D form
The unconscious space expands in memory
The motive for remembering lies in handling
Loosening of boundaries and ego
Contained in taboos in one hand and in art in the other
Perversion emerges when the object of the drive moves from the genitals to other parts of the body
Your shame confirms my existence as thought
The body universe starts turning and we feel the truth
But we must remember, lying is a biological need
The body cannot suppress the gasping breath of unconscious thought