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...IS A PARASITE?
...IS A PARASITE?
SYN (along with, at the same time | from Greek SYN, with | ~SYNTHETIC) + SITE (N: point of event, occupied space, internet address; V: to place in position | from Latin SITUS, location, idleness, forgetfulness | ~WEBSITE ¬cite ¬sight), cf. SITE/NON-SITE (from Robert Smithson, A PROVISIONAL THEORY OF NONSITES, 1968)
The name ["Cursor"] evoked the suspended moment before beginning anew, a moment that for me occurred about five minutes ago, when I opened a new blank document on my laptop, paused for one second…and began to type. That moment of fear, possibility, hesitation, decision, indecision, embracing not knowing. The moment between breathing in, and breathing out. The ellipsis. So Cursor became whatever I felt intensely motivated to do.
The name ["Cursor"] evoked the suspended moment before beginning anew, a moment that for me occurred about five minutes ago, when I opened a new blank document on my laptop, paused for one second…and began to type. That moment of fear, possibility, hesitation, decision, indecision, embracing not knowing. The moment between breathing in, and breathing out. The ellipsis. So Cursor became whatever I felt intensely motivated to do.
The name ["Cursor"] evoked the suspended moment before beginning anew, a moment that for me occurred about five minutes ago, when I opened a new blank document on my laptop, paused for one second…and began to type. That moment of fear, possibility, hesitation, decision, indecision, embracing not knowing. The moment between breathing in, and breathing out. The ellipsis. So Cursor became whatever I felt intensely motivated to do.
Sometimes I consider myself a fisherman. Computer programs and ideas are the hooks, rods, and reels. Computer pictures are the trophies and delicious meals. A fisherman does not always know what the waters will yield… Often the specific catch is a surprise.
Sometimes I consider myself a fisherman. Computer programs and ideas are the hooks, rods, and reels. Computer pictures are the trophies and delicious meals. A fisherman does not always know what the waters will yield… Often the specific catch is a surprise.
Sometimes I consider myself a fisherman. Computer programs and ideas are the hooks, rods, and reels. Computer pictures are the trophies and delicious meals. A fisherman does not always know what the waters will yield… Often the specific catch is a surprise.
The software changes the blinkrate of the cursor in any program in which the user can type data...The rate is slowed down to the same number an adult body breathes per minute.
The cursor is considered as one of the precise entry point between sensible and virtual, between reality and data. By slowing down a digital rhythm and adapting it to a natural rhythm the artist questions the closest and closest relation between « natural » and « digital » occuring nowadays.
The software changes the blinkrate of the cursor in any program in which the user can type data...The rate is slowed down to the same number an adult body breathes per minute.
The cursor is considered as one of the precise entry point between sensible and virtual, between reality and data. By slowing down a digital rhythm and adapting it to a natural rhythm the artist questions the closest and closest relation between « natural » and « digital » occuring nowadays.
The software changes the blinkrate of the cursor in any program in which the user can type data...The rate is slowed down to the same number an adult body breathes per minute.
The cursor is considered as one of the precise entry point between sensible and virtual, between reality and data. By slowing down a digital rhythm and adapting it to a natural rhythm the artist questions the closest and closest relation between « natural » and « digital » occuring nowadays.
