Joshua Petherick at Minerva

Artist: Joshua Petherick

Exhibition title: Ditch Presences

Venue: Minerva, Sydney, Australia

Date: March 19 – April 23, 2016

Photography: all images copyright and courtesy of the artist and Minerva, Sydney

“At Your Disposal … A Serraglio”

This holotext assists the self during transition. Hours and hours are available for your self to enter the husk — We don`t want to steal anything, we just want to make an overhaul — I have no responsibility on any self I link to. I have no influence on the content of these selves … THE END ©2016 Azul Enterprises

… As read, the text fields break, not horizontally, but vertically.

New branches open up into backstories,
interiors, into dozens of pseudo-spaces,
piling upon the illusion of depth until words clarify nothing … and underneath, a wilderness of building agitates free …

Strange vistas glitter from portals all around; silver, crimson, most of all blue colour-fields stretching horizontally onto the impossible horizons. At the same time, a corresponding switch takes place —a mortal langour, of greenscreen dreams, of mainscreen mazes, where the ground is long, and at short intervals, follows in parallel lines. A triangular cut sweeps to the bottom right corner; and an oblique slash extends far in the southeast.

Nothingness widens into Space Between. Out of this widens a diamond shape vaster than the inner distances of the subatomic world. “I enter this landscape. And at less than 5 meters distance, my retina is frozen solid — fixed, obdurate, implacable — I remember how happy you were that day. Running around, descending down the hallway with your eyes all wide. It seems like the last of that happy time. And I suppose, of that period, of that dream we all had. Obviously it’s out now, gone, squelched as you might say.”

>Ideas dawn with a sudden brilliance
>ragged tunics of green imbued with three diamonds and an axe

>argent azul with arrow (shafted) beneath which dirty mail glistens like fire in the falling sun

>mechanical heads emit a voice …“We’re all alive many many times,” she answered. “Alltimes (sic), in fact. What you call a self or a life is a matter of inter- layered ignorance of the Flux, as flux. Selves, almost, but not quite exactly like us, are all faces of the same — just as observable tree.”

[This text was generated for “Ditch Presences” by ST Lore (at the artist’s request), introducing additional dialogue and a new title to amended excerpts from Mark Von Schlegell’s text “Blue Carrot, Earth of Books” featured in the forthcoming Minerva / 3-Ply publication —Joshua Petherick ‘ALAS’]