Visit the virtual exhibition- facade





As the old world I was born in, gives way to another world, I find myself marvelling at the spectacle of this strange new thing. In trying to articulate what I feel, I find myself drawn to forms which exist between two states. Somewhere between the constructed facade, the fury and force of the natural world, and the wild energy that escapes at the edges. I find myself going back in time in my own chronology to places that mesmerized me when I was young and impressionable, high energy palces like funfairs, arcades, and roller coasters.

To be here, at this moment in space and time, at the crossroads between two different civilizations, one brick and mortar, and the other weightless, electrical and digital. I find myself visually contrasting these strange worlds. One receding, the other emerging, and yet, in the end these two worlds tell the same stories, just in different formats, and I find myself really understanding what McLuhan meant by the media is the message. It’s about accessing reality, a thin facade woven from narrative, concrete, and experience. The same stories recorded with constantly changing technology, and ever shifting backdrops.

(Thank you Michael Murray for this beautiful piece of writing.)

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Our eyes watered as we screamed from our carts. Our mouths wide open as the heavy carnival air poured in, filling us with a kind of unreal electricity, we sped and clattered, faster and more beautiful than anything we could ever have imagined.

Everything dizzy and wonderful and hitting me at the same time.

All of it spinning, disintegrating, mutating, as if a million dreams unfolding around you at once.