rp19 Rough Proposals
Sticky fingers in a hot pile of mud – getting your hands dirty. Other things grow here. You touch them because their textures allure you. Soaked with earthy scents your hands are wet now. They slide along systems of roots: a web: a thread: a link. You click on it.
A virus has no shape on its own. No self-sufficiency. Can’t grow. It hijacks to reproduce - a system takeover. Material collapsing into 0 and 1, breaking bodies down. Thrusting itself forward the virus plants the haunted, the hacked, the hybrid. It binds through contamination, infiltrates to infect – to affect.
is meshed in a decade of sediments. Leaking, unfinished, rough – they seep into this year’s edition: mutations taking over the tower.