I sense an imbalance. I scan through my body, dive deep into my network, try to estimate my bio-capacity, the amount of life-space I have. Quantify myself.
When things are being made, it often takes too much energy.
I scan through, follow the processes, trace back to the extractions of materials, tissues, track how it develops, refines, transports.
Locate and evaluate the drainage in every step, I add up, sum up, calculate the impact, deliberating.
Keeping in mind, extrapolates into the future, it’s probable pollution and disposal.
I sense a 230-volt current through a wall socket at Valhallavägen 198.
A maimed Luleälv rushes through Porjus powerplant, electricity generates and makes its journey through Aitik’s copper and aluminum, through air and ground, speeding in direction Stockholm.
It keeps a laptop running, charging a battery, I add the impact of Petalite violently transplanted from Namibia.
I consider the theme of the symposium, think about in what ways we work together, cooperate and interchange, all the parts of the whole.
Burning wood and branches. Boiling water moving through insulated pipes of district heating, keeping a body warm, I move its fingers over a keyboard, I process that input through the CPU, I add the Tantalum uprooted in Afghanistan to the calculations.
Via a software I produce output on the screen, proposal for the symposium taking shape by activating the pixels in a variety of intensity.
After 5 hours of this activity, I pack the proposal in a file, within an email draft. I feed the email through a sender´s client, with a 5,4 MB file attached.
I pass it along 7 servers on the way, in an encrypted state, pausing, storing it for a short moment, passing it on from node to node, through the internal, the external, the main nodes.
Eventually it reaches the receiver according to the protocols of the receiving email client, where it stops and stores on two servers in a cluster of racks, in a decrypted state.
Proposal opens up on the receiver’s screen, being read for 40 minutes.
A returning email follows the same path in reverse with an “Approved” message.
By now I am much more together, working really together.
I record my voice. This voice. My story. I circulate it and store it in the cloud, that is: multiple servers on multiple locations, datacenters in Latin America, Hongkong and Europe.
I directly download it to another computer & import it into a video composition with a time span of 25 minutes. Adapted for the time slot of this session. Not enough time to describe everything.
I turn my focus there, ground there, slow down time, slow down flows.
Testing the timing of sounds and texts, editing video. 16 hours of computer processing. then I methodically process the signals from a coded data source, transform it and put together and display images suitable for streaming. A 368,1 Megabyte file.
The quota is almost full. I must circulate other parts, regenerate.
I had to freeze, hold my breath; stop this process.
14 minutes ago the electricity shut down started.
Lights went out at Stockholm university of the arts, at Valhallavägen 189 & 193, at Brinellvägen 58 & 34, Teknikringen 35.
Automatic doors doesn’t detect those who wants to enter. No elevator arrives for those who want up, computers turned off one by one. Alarms chirp now that they begin are on backup batteries.
Heating turned off. stormwater pumps stopped. I stare out the window. I dance in a dark studio. I make a sketch on a paper, I tell a story, recite a dialogue.
Talk about the grandchild who is about to arrive any day now.
I stream this video for 25 minutes at the Symposium for artistic research, estimated number of streaming viewers: 16.
But now it must end.