Canadian artist Geoff Lillemon has posted surreal digital scenes on his Oculart website for the past five years. Jellyfish with organ-like tentacles, long-necked cats and pulsating gardens share space with Lillemon's text and sound collages to obscure the visual fantasy world he has created. カナダのアーティスト、ジェフ リリマンは過去5年に渡り彼のホームページ「オキュラート」に超現実的なデジタルシーンを提供した。内臓状の触手を具えたクラゲ、首の長い猫、そして鼓動する庭がリリマンの文章や音楽と空間を共有し、彼の作る幻想的な視覚の世界を覆い隠す為にコラージュを作る。
"On the Internet, data such as emails, web pages, and images sent across the network are broken down into smaller units called packets. These packets splinter off to take different routes, flying across the network to their destination. They end their brief lives as individual units when they reassemble back into the email or image one finally views. Packets are thus dynamic, small, ephemeral, and largely invisible, yet critical to the functioning of the system." 「インターネットにおいて、ネットワークを渡って送られるEメールやウェブサイト、画像の様なデータは更に小さい単位、パケットと呼ばれるものに解体される。それらパケットは異なる経路を取るためバラバラに散り、その目的地へとネットワークを飛び越える。それらはEメールや、最終的に表示された画像として再構築されたときにひとつの単位としてその短い人生を終える。けれどもパケットはシステムにおいて不可欠な機能で、このように直接的で、小さく、儚く、大部分は不可視だ。」
"Playfully named for these 'worker elves' of the networked world, the packet exhibition program showcases young artists who may not have exhibited before -- sometimes students or artists new to the medium who may not have developed enough work yet for a full-fledged show. The program is also intended to be clear of interpretive overhead and to highlight new works at the relatively quick exhibition pace of one every month." 「ネットワーク化された世界の『働く小人』にふざけて付けられた名前、パケット展示プログラムは、これまで展示会をしたことの無い若いアーティスト、時に学生だったり、新規から中級の未発達な、きちんとした展示をしたことの無いアーティストを展示する。プログラムはインタプリティブなシステム負荷の透明さ、そして月に一つという比較的迅速な展示ペースで新しい作品をハイライトすることを意図されている。」
IT CRUSHED ME WITH A SWAMPING INVASION
OF PRIVACY,
WHY DID WE TRY SO HARD
BEING ALONE LIKE A TUNNEL
WITH NO LIGHT AT THE END
I FORGED YOU LIKE A WEAPON
FROM VULCAN HIMSELF
WE WHO MET BY CHANCE
FOR LOVE UNREQUITTED,
UN-RECITED WAS THE ADVANCE
ENTWINED VEINS LIKE SOUR GRAPE VINES
MAKING WINES AND MOANS OF DISAPPROVAL
AN UNSCENE SURREAL LIKE THE TREE FALLING
IN THE FORREST
BAD BLUE BLOOD BETWEEN US
THE GOD OF WAR THEN SHANKS VENUS
CONSTANTLY FLOWING
HOPELESSLY SHOWING,
RUTHLESSLY COOLING
YES, IT WAS POOLING
INTO A BIRD BATH
LET THE VULTURES GRAB WHAT THEY MAY
CAUSE I HAD SOMTHING TO SAY
TO THE HUMMING BIRDS PREY
IF YOU BLOOM TOO CLOSE
YOU'LL BE TRAMPLED INTOW
BY THE UNCONCIOUS FOOT
ONLY SOOT STAINS AND PETALS REMAIN
NOT EVEN A HERO'S REFRAIN
I SO WANT TO BE THAT SCAR
TO BE WHAT LIES BENEATH THE OIL SLICK
AND SHINY ALSO LIKE STANZA TWISTS
AND BUSY TRAFFIC SIGN LANGUAGE
SMELLING MOODY IN THE LYMPHNODE
SILVER LINING ON MONKEY BALLS
OUTSIDE THE ORCHARD WALLS
MADE FROM SHOTS CALLED BACK
ATTACHED IN THE BACKGROUND
WE HEAR THEM TEAR THE SOUND OFF CELEBRATIONS
LIKE SO MANY TABLE SKIRTS
FLAPPING VIOLENT IN THE WIND
IN SIN WE THEN BECAME
AMERICAN MADE AND SCRATCHED OUR NAMES
EVEN NOW MY FATHERS FRONT DOOR BARES THE SCORE, ONCE