RR haiku 097

almost nothing

hardly anything

barely something

 

RR haiku 096

i am sorry

won’t happen again

my apologies

 

RR haiku 095

complex

computational

compositions

 

RR haiku 094

not knowing why

is the best

reason why

 

Time

torn composition

Time is absolute, the experience of time varies.

Some days fly by and some days drag on forever.

It’s our personal perception of time that we have to live with.

 

RR haiku 093

felt sad

ate steak

feel good

 

Reasons for abstraction

purification

elimination

meditation

concentration

 

The irony of efficiency

kauai beach

Someone finds a trick to simplify a task. This person finishes the task faster and has more time to relax.

Once everyone starts using the same trick, there is no time to relax any more. You have to use the trick. What used to be normal is now slow.

 

Cold Void & Plus Instruments – Lonely Ones

 

“Shifting Optics”, group exhibition at Upstream Amsterdam

IntoTime-14-05-10

Shifting Optics
Rafaël Rozendaal, Tabor Robak,
Shannon Finley, Travess Smalley,
Noor Nuyten, Jet Smits, Kareem Lotfy

Upstream Gallery, Amsterdam
6 September – 11 October

 

Meet the artist (The Moving Museum Istanbul)

A few weeks ago, The Moving Museum invited me to do visual research in Istanbul. I’m working on an exciting project with them which will be exhibited in Istanbul in November.

 

Cell Structure by Cold Void & Plus Instruments

 

New Website: Yes No If .com

yes no if .com

 

Cold Void & Plus Instruments: Kissed (music video)

 

Quotes from “Fiasco” by Stanislaw Lem

stanislaw lem fiasco

He laughed at the mighty efforts made by the artists of Earth to reach beyond the boundary of human imagination (which must visualize everything); at how the poor devils beat against the walls in their minds; and at how little, really, they departed from platitude, though straining to the utmost to depart—while here, in a single acre, there was more proud originality than in a hundred of their anxious, anguished art shows.

Just as in a dream, whatever he saw was both totally alien and extremely familiar.

It seemed to him that eons passed in these dreams and in the voids between them. Suddenly he awoke.

She will descend from a bradychronality to a retrochronality, and from there jump to a galactochronal line. Emerging, she’ll rendezvous with the Hermes in an unfolded space-time continuum.

A man craves ultimate truths. Every mortal mind, I think, is that way. But what is ultimate truth? It’s the end of the road, where there is no more mystery, no more hope. And no more questions to ask, since all the answers have been given. But there is no such place.

The Universe is a labyrinth made of labyrinths.

The theory of the “other side” of the Hades nucleus, whose infinite space-time compression somehow presented no problem for the transfinite engineers of the alien universe, was really a mathematical fantasy spun by astronomers intoxicated with teratopology, the latest and highly fashionable grandchild of Cantor’s ancient theory.

He who explored space would perish in space.

In the growth of knowledge there are no irreplaceable people. Had there been no Planck, Fermi, Meitner, Einstein, or Bohr, the discoveries leading to the atomic bomb would have been made by others.

When we turn our backs on the world, the world does not go away. Where there is mind, there is also cruelty. They go together. One should accept this, since it cannot be changed.