(Originally published on September 4th, 2020)
I’m writing to you from an undisclosed location with an elevation of 1,290 m
Euphoria is so stressful, she texts me from bed
Do you ever think that Kropotkin would make a great pill name?
She answers with a link and before I’ve even read the article reporting that according to the prescriptions of the U.S. Adopted Names Council, the initial element in generic drug names is to be meaningless, I text back
‘Riposte!’
There’s an evening curfew from 8 pm to 5 am where she’s been existentially assigned, but the live cam gazing at the Amorphophallus titanum is spoiling us 24 hours. So I write her that I plan on leaving the stream running in the background for the entire duration of my first zoom call with this curator. Like if we end up talking for an hour, I will have watched the plant grow a centimeter and a half. I text her that whatever will be said will feel like cross-fertilization (?)
Your YouTube kinks so dorky, she eventually writes back
Sure but ICYMI, horror, Freud suggests, is aroused by viewing dead bodies because they are bleak reminders of our own mortality
(...)
(I’d stare at your last seen today at 10:45 turn into online turn into typing… all day)
The pain I assure you will be exquisite
But you got to dump a man like you dump a drug, and never look back!
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How many people do you need to convince of your truth when you are hallucinating? Indomitable wounds cut with teeth, pills don't work, punch these walls made to look like my flesh, and whiteness will betray you, cough malice and guilt,
yes spit what's left of it and smear it on the screen
Installation view at Schau Fenster. Group exhibition Something True, curated by Marina Wilde, August 7 - 30, 2020
Models of Adaptation (S2E1 H-0), 2020, wood, foam, fabric, hardware, 43 x 28 x 5,5 cm and Models of Adaptation (S2E2 H-1), 2020, wood, foam, fabric, hardware, 1 individually filled capsule, 43 x 28 x 3,5 cm
On Quora.com there's a thread that reads, Do padded rooms still exist in mental hospitals? And on October 15, 2018, user Charles Edward Martin wrote, "The answer is yes, they are often called "quiet rooms" and they do not look like what you see in films. With modern drugs, like Thorazine, patients do not need to be restrained like in the past,"
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Screen capture from Untitled [The Fabulist Hunting the Fringes], A New Reading by Frank Hauschildt and Fette Sans
The performance was part of Lovelessness curated by Yana Pitenko during 48h Neukölln and was live-streamed on June 20, 2020, at 7pm (CEST)
I’m writing to you from an undisclosed location with an elevation of 1,290 m
Before booking my train tickets I had typed the daily horoscope-like Google search of ‘covid number + country’ and the graphs had screamed back: 266 cases on August 20th, or 1,441 fewer cases than in Germany on the same day
Calls and notifications will be silenced until (…)
There’s always more cases somewhere my compunction sings along as I finally press purchase
Hexes / Exes / Excesses
Pay with your face, it suggests
But I haven’t enabled face recognition on my new iPhone like a craving for more elasticity and mystery in this new relationship - just a glance and it’d be unlocked revealed itself too casual (although it wouldn’t judge my furrowed morning face would it)
And I didn’t want to run into the risk of holding it wrong, eyes locked on you/me - the lust of its eyes (mine), my reflection gazing back, never asunder
I heard people gave up unlocking while lying in bed - after all, very few neurons actually make dopamine, even in the comfort of your cushioned gravity (and healthy experiences of euphoria don't wreck the brain's chemistry!)
Have you noticed how on the desktop version of your WhatsApp, the columns of MEDIA - images accumulated from conversation threads, appear like a Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and Humans Apart? The average human pic-sender is a dumb human - select all images with a body part mocks the screen. But all I see are flayed nudes - well I guess I'm a bot then, or a disinterested slut playing against wage labor, un-ambitious, turned-off
[redacted] sent you a private message - VIEW MESSAGE
(SFLR)
Tools of performance, 2020
My social distancing is leaving chemtrails like memories of my absence, please speak to me softly with your mouth covered in my laser scattering chamber (STAY HEALTHY great STAY, HEALTHY great - less loud, stay healthy good)
Please speak to me softly and slide into my DMs, grease into my inbox, oh how I miss the viscosity of your gaze on my IG stories - the way placebos not only cause false positives but false negatives too. Yes, my bleach-flavored nudes were leaked intentionally to help prevent the spread of covid to my entire social network - The Corporeal Experience of The Social Contract, say it!
Fine. Now what.
Screening, (re-)discipline in [redacted], 2018. Part of the exhibition Reclaiming Space, curated by Kira Dell and Laura Seidel, at Zitadelle Spandau on September 5th > Watch excerpt
Video, La Reprise (Dérive), 2020. Every week, a subsequent minute is produced by combining scenes shot that week with archival material from the past years. Footage and sound are consistently recorded with the same device > Watch
Interventions, HAUS WIEN. A series of collaborative gestures inside a room inside a house in Vienna, September 21-27
Performance, A hole is being gnawed in my vitals (says Sappho), collaboration with Marie von Heyl, at Horse & Pony, Berlin on October 10th
Editions, A list of works available to purchase (! Also open to exchanges ! Art for Art ! Pills for books ! Books for gin !)
Love,
Fette