mesmeric beacon
The digital promises eternity and implosion simultaneously. As the world rolls on, the archive, dependent on a technological present, momentarily survives. In a decade, our words will be forever lost; in a century, the writers from the red dust return to the same. Our world is burning, our digital mission evanescent. We endure, adapt ourselves to fast-forward technological innovation, hope for the best; we shall never see the end of it. I work with this in mind, as if each piece is my last. My work expands across sensory modalities, temporary membranes of personal and inconeiv- able wonder. http://www.asondheim.org/takex.mov This new video, actually quite short but looped, is a mesmeric beacon, providing visual accompany- ing http://www.asondheim.org/takeone.mp3 http://www.asondheim.org/taketwo.mp3 http://www.asondheim.org/takethree.mp3 http://www.asondheim.org/takefour.mp3 since, surely, sound is no, never enough, nor the labor of one's instrumental reason. Please keep this in mind, playing the mesmeric beacon while each of the four murmurs of this and any other world play unto boredom, reaching perhaps our point of saturation. This is the promise of eternity; one may return to such music at any time of day or night, given sufficient technology, power, and expertise. I shall die of exhaustion waiting for you, please do not disappoint.