Over the years I've had requests for writings, articles and interviews.

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"And there was that moment when I wanted to open a club – yeah – or it could have been a gallery, that would have been OK too, but it was a club, in a dark room like this, with tables made by young unknown artists, tables that would be the opposite of everything we know about tables – they would be too low, too angled, too slippery, too bright, too dark, too small and too large to hold any of the expectations and pleasures that are part of daily life with tables. And after awhile, they would shift position and create an enclosed bed, like in an old fashioned train, with a curtain floating over it, you could just stretch out across them and drift off into the music of the moment, built out of sampled sound stones water-falling down from the second floor stage into the basement where we all danced like baby rabbits..... yeah, it was a club....”

7 Signs (commissioned by Tonspur Kunstverein, for an installation in MQ, Wien)

1.
question:
why are things split

putting the dry
and the wet
next to each other
is the only thing to do,
‘cause
friction
is
everything

2.
a spoon is technology
a song is technology
a hand is technology
a coffee is technology
a belief is technology
dna is technology

technology
is
transfer
of
power

3.
there are
23 ways
to
remember
silence

but
only
1 way
to
break
it

4.
either
you’re
in
it

or

you’re
in
it

5.
your
dna
spirals
are
actually
microscopic
radio antennae
sending and receiving
signs and signals
to and from
the universe

6.
the grass
is wet
and
everything
is still
in gathering mode
which
reminds me
of a story
of
how the universe
began
(if it did)

7.
we’re like mustard plants
growing
on the side of the road
paying no attention...
then your car speeds by
hits a stone
stone flips
hits plant
seeds fly
into air
and
someone breathes in
a memory

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