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Kim Wawer 

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Selected Exhibitions:

Fire, Earth & Saté
Said the Snail to the Human
Lounge For Now People
Freed From Desire
Hobgoblin
Virtue and the City
Boterhammen Chow
Positive Bodies
Abject Shell
Cavity


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Dear D,
It was a pleasure to meet you, my time with you reminded me that we were near these, that made me feel calm, and in the mood of eating mussels. But jet during my stay, I felt as if I was interrupting you, I guess it was because you were carrying a lot of weight on your shoulders at the time. Our meeting was loaded with political conflict but that was not your fault, i admired how you stood tall between all of them, all the chaos that you where not part of. You provided network, connections to other places, your openness made it easy to project or imagine those other places. (not a lot of places are so generous) I hear from someone that birds liked to visit you before, I guess they still do, but they just shapeshifted somewhat. The reason why I’m writing you is because I wanted to apologise for leaving you so early, without really getting to know you. I guess I was afraid to get too close.

All the best and good luck to you,
K


IJburg—
14:12 -
There are no animals in this ground, that shows the soullessness character of this material. It’s like I'm meeting a very grey person, hoping to find something interesting to talk about. It is obvious that ground is not alive. I do still think it's nice to sit in the pit, with my eye height on the ground level. it's a nice place to Be, even though it is a bit lonely and empty. Camera is dead, have to charge again. Maybe I can still do something about the shape later.
Mark




Arcana Mundi — Economy and Eccentricity



“Profuse strains of unpremeditated art.”
(Shelley)
                 A rock is a perfect metaphor, an allegory in volume. When placed it’s sculptural limits beget a kind of artistic proposition — and when considered with reduced anthropomorphism and ungeologically — produce a ready-made analog to the causation and bounds of our attempts at the understanding of all things.

Here the sculptor has made no concessions; no attempts to curry favor with curators or collectors — pieces wholly outside discourse. And if pressed for an affiliate movement for these “sculptures” (i.e. Cubism, Mannerism, etc.)… perhaps Monism or Cosmogonism? Definitely not Conceptualism or Pataphysics — Actualism?

The analog? Well for sure it is 1:1. Weird; yes — a knot to be admired for it’s curves — not for untying. An emergent surface as thick as it’s mass. 
 
Were it possible for the instances of our minds or world events to be mapped and dimensionally materialized, something similar to a rock would appear — areas of smoothness yielding to pockmarked particularities, density shifts and feathered explosions. What really is the shape of a boom town? A pilgrim’s journey? A section of jungle mayhem? A boring era? The silhouette of a father’s cold slap? The contours of a brief, intense friendship? Comfortably we perceive all of these things as ready to be integrated into ledgers or novels or timelines; but really they are queer crags and striations of unimaginable idiosyncrasy.

So yes, the reflective, reasonable yield of our mind has much symmetry (computation, cataloguing, narrativizing, etc.) but it’s actual shape is no shape, but unfolding chaos and singularity visible only to our particular time-scale. Our species-wide symmetries and quantizations are basically improvisations white-labeled onto directionless infinitude attempting the constant creation of navigable Dimension.

So, look intimately at a rock, walk around it, get up close to it, savor it’s complexion and composition as you would any painting or temple and see it as the faultless mirror that it is — a truly perfect sculpture.


ABSTRACTION AND EMPIRICAL ILLUSTRATION
We live our lives made up of a great quantity of isolated instants. So as to be lost at the heart of a multitude of things. (From the Double Dream of Spring, 1970.)




  1. Gavrilo Princip’s last grocery list written
  2. The time that alligator ate that fish
  3. When the Yongzheng Emperor found that weird dust bunny under his throne
  4. The great earthquake of Alexandria
  1. The invention of expectation in literature
  2. When the heaviest cacao fruit fell in Takalik Abaj
  3. Animesh eats his first Fly Agaric mushroom
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