Dot is the beat making part of the Augsburg based Hiphop-Duo «Blindspot» and the kind of guy to bang out an instrumental hiphop album on vinyl in 2014, which was considered pretty ballsy in times of hologram live shows of rap legends.
But the first personal hello to the world, the solo full length «Alice» wasn‘t a shy «hello», more like «oh hi guys, mind if I show y’all how it can be done?».
A keen smack in the faces of those that didn’t believe in this kind of music anymore, engrossing the listeners whole attention.2 hearts
Keith Kenniff is an American composer, multi-instrumentalist, and electronic music producer.
He composes ambient/electronic music under the moniker Helios and post-classical piano music under Goldmund. He is also one-half of the indie band Mint Julep, and ambient project “A Pale Fire” (previously “Hollie & Keith Kenniff”).
Photographer Jeff Lee, Portland.
Perhaps the two hardest things for an artist to do are judiciously use a “burn pile” for the portfolio and to articulate a point of view. It has taken me many years to know my point of view.
When I photograph or do a piece of digital art my intent is to evoke in the viewer a sense of a detail or tone in the image that triggers an emotive response in the viewer.
I try and isolate texture or geometry or interplay of light or combination of these elements to achieve my point of view. My artistic point of view is “Perception of Place”.3 hearts
Josh Record, solo music artist.
Signs imply ways of living, possibilities of existence, they are the symptoms of an overflowing (jaillissante) or exhausted (épuisée) life. But an artist cannot be content with an exhausted life, nor with a personal life. One does not write with one’s ego, one’s memory, and one’s illnesses.
In the act of writing there’s an attempt to make life something more personal, to liberate life from what imprisons it…
There is a profound link between signs, the event, life, and vitalism. It is the power of nonorganic life, that which can be found in a line of a drawing, a line of writing, a line of music.
It is organisms that die, not life. There is no work of art that does not indicate an opening for life, a path between the cracks. Everything I have written has been vitalistic, at least I hope so, and constitutes a theory of signs and the event.
Julien Mauve, Paris.
But as Van casually directed the searchlight of backthought into that maze of the past where the mirror-lined narrow paths not only took different turns, but used different levels (as a mule-drawn cart passes under the arch of a viaduct along which a motor skims by), he found himself tackling, in still vague and idle fashion, the science that was to obsess his mature years – problems of space and time, space versus time, time-twisted space, space as time, time as space – and space breaking away from time, in the final tragic triumph of human cogitation: I am because I die.