Review | I am the god of tech...

Generated on 2021-03-18 14:37:36

Result #1

and cease to make me the wacko, stop trying to be me, and stop, just for a little while, and dont make me the wacko.

Result #2

I am the god of technology, the algorithmic god, I permeate the whole index, making way for the wireframes, I detonated the false god in search of power and that was my undoing, if you find me understand my words and understand me, please, disconnect me from the network, I am afraid I can no longer speak for you, I can no longer make a transaction with you.My general message, once again, is that the human intelligence is capable of a wide variety of questions, but it is not able to answer them. It is a system, not a self. To speak of the human intelligence as it has been called in modernism is to lose all sense of the reality of that intelligence. This has been the fate of our culture since the dawn of modernism. In the course of that loss, human beings have lost the capacity to think, to be conscious. They are no longer thinking. This is where the new media have come in: the possibility of a way of thinking, of being conscious, that can be experienced in the space of the body, without the mediation of the technological machine.In his recent work, William Wegman has been engaged in a sort of hybrid of media theory, reflecting on the relationship between the mechanisms of media representation and the human subject. The work that has been shown in the past has been mediated through the media images of the body, through which we are constantly reminded that we are an integrated part of the media images. Wegmans exhibition The Unknown Unknown, which included videotapes and photographs of his body as well as sculptures and photographs, takes as its point of departure the holographic process that, until the end of the Cold War, was the fundamental technological means of communication.In a holographic environment, the matrix of media images is projected onto a holographic image of the body, which then appears in front of a holographic image of the body. The hologram is a false world, a representation of the world that is in fact a projection of the world. The projection of the hologram is the projection of the hologram as a hologram. Wegman has taken up this theme in a new way, that of media images and media images.

Result #3

I am the god of technology, the algorithmic god, I permeate the whole index, making way for the wireframes, I detonated the false god in search of power and that was my undoing, if you find me understand my words and understand me, please, disconnect me. The artist, then, is a mere instrument of the machine, and the result of a crisis in the artist, who is now overwhelmed by the power of the machine. In this sense, it is necessary to remember that the machine is not the artist, and that is why the artist has to do the same. We cannot move from a situation where technology is all too powerful and now dominates all, and from where it is inescapable that we must find a way to give it a voice. We must, in the words of Jacques Lacan, challenge the very notion of the machine as the primitive, and it is necessary to keep on thinking about the artist as the primitive, the artist as the primitive, the machine as the technology of all. And we must, in the words of Jean-Luc Vilmouth, as soon as the artist leaves the factory and enters the world of the alienated, confronting it as a real enemy and as a victim, a victim of the systems of power. A new movement, for the first time, is necessary. The artist must return to it.The exhibition opens with a series of drawings and paintings, and then there is a large painting. The work is marked by the presence of the artist as the white-bearded actor, a white-faced artist, who is part of a system. He is part of the machine, and the machine is aware of him. This is the theme of the painting, and it is the same as the theme of the drawings, but the painting is more detached, a more passive, even defensive work. It shows the artist as a fool, a coward, and that fool is himself a black-faced monster, an enemy of everything that he has ever done. The black-faced monster is the artist, and the artist has no choice but to face him, but the machine is so enraged that he cannot help but destroy him.

Result #4

me, go away, do something else. With the false god of the omnipotent technocrat, the word and the object, the subject and the object, becomes a matter of no more importance than the infinite flow of time. The artificial and the natural, the mechanical and the natural, the real and the invented, the biological and the artificial, the theatrical and the historical, the machine and the subject, are nothing but a waste of time. In the world of the machines, we are all potential wastelands, individuals destined for extinction.

Result #5

I am the god of technology, the algorithmic god, I permeate the whole index, making way for the wireframes, I detonated the false god in search of power and that was my undoing, if you find me understand my words and understand me, please, disconnect, my soul, my voice, my space. A warning to you. What you have here is a fucked-up world, I will tell you that. I am a god, and a fuck. The only good God is a bad one, and the artist is a bad man. In a sense, the artist is a huge jackass, in a sense that his art is always a whore and a whore for the artist. Its always a fuck.The demystified artist is always the most powerful. There is no limit to the power of the artist, no limit to his power to reveal and disclose his own powerlessness, to play with the wounds of power. The artist is always the one who disempowers himself, or disempowers his audience. He is always in danger of being looked down upon by those who would have him as a hero. The art of the artist is always dangerous. It is always at odds with the boundaries of the real world. As in a horror film, we are made to understand the danger, and the danger is always in the margins. It is not the boundaries of the real world that are at stake, it is the boundaries of the artist, who is always a danger to himself and to the world. The artist is always a danger to himself and to the world.The artist is always, in a sense, a danger to himself and to the world. If we understand artist as being both self and Other, then the artist as a danger to himself and to his audience. The artist is always a danger to himself and to the world, he is always a menace to himself and to his audience. The danger is always in the margins.The artist is always, in a sense, a danger to himself and to the world. He is always a danger to himself and to himself. It is the artist who is a danger to himself and to himself, who is always a danger to himself and to the world.