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November 20, 2009

jean pierre de la porte on the informal settling of noise

Filed under: jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 5:21 pm

cherry-bomb has as usual pinpointed the essential- the music-noise rendezvous must have levity, be full of accidents , lack premeditation and especially programs ( college-course hell- noise and music 101). the best would be a detournement , a hijacking or perversion similar to CBs list and as far away as possible from the respectability driven manifestos of newly pious rockers. the cardew post seems on a better track and maybe performing his works-as michael blake suggested yesterday - would be a way of steering the phenomenon of an informel music into peoples hearts and ears where it can grow or die properly and not struggle on as a theme of wishful thinking or of manifestos

November 15, 2009

Virtues that a musician can develop

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 1:29 pm

1. Simplicity

Where everything becomes simple is the most desirable place to be. But, like Wittgenstein and his ‘harmless contradiction’, you have to remember how you got there. The simplicity must contain the memory of how hard it was to achieve. (The relevant Wittgenstein quotation is from the posthumously published ‘Remarks on the Foundations of Mathematics’: “The pernicious thing is not, to produce a contradiction in the region where neither the consistent nor the contradictory proposition has any kind of work to do; no, what is pernicious is: not to know how one reached the place where contradiction no longer does any harm”.)

In 1957 when I left The Royal Academy of Music in London complex compositional techniques were considered indispensable. I acquired some -and still carry them around like an infection that I am perpetually desirous of curing. Sometimes the temptation occurs to me that if I were to infect my students with it I would at last be free of it myself.

2. Integrity

What we do in the actual event is important -not only what we have in mind. Often what we do is what tells us what we have in mind.

The difference between making the sound and being the sound. The professional musician makes the sounds (in full knowledge of them as they are external to him); AMM is their sounds (as ignorant of them as one is about one’s own nature).

3. Selflessness

To do something constructive you have to look beyond yourself. The entire world is your sphere if your vision can encompass it. Self-expression lapses too easily into mere documentation -’I record that this is how I feel’. You should not be concerned with yourself beyond arranging a mode of life that makes it possible to remain on the line, balanced. Then you can work, look out beyond yourself. Firm foundations make it possible to leave the ground.

4. Forbearance

Improvising in a group you have to accept not only the frailties of your fellow musicians, but also your own. Overcoming your instinctual revulsion against whatever is out of tune (in the broadest sense).

5. Preparedness for no matter what eventuality (Cage’s phrase) or simply Awakeness.

I can best illustrate this with a special case of clairvoyant prediction. The trouble with clairvoyant prediction is that you can be absolutely convinced that one of two alternatives is going to happen, and then suddenly you are equally convinced of the other. In time this oscillation accelerates until the two states merge in a blur. Then all you can say is: I am convinced that either p or not-p, that either she will come or she won’t, or whatever the case is about. Of course there is an immense difference between simply being aware that something might or might not occur, and a clairvoyant conviction that it will or won’t occur. No practical difference but a great difference in feeling. A great intensity in your anticipation of this or that outcome. So it is with improvisation. “He who is ever looking for the breaking of a light he knows not whence about him, notes with a strange headfulness the faintest paleness of the sky” (Walter Pater). This constitutes awakeness.

6. Identification with nature

Drifting through life: being driven through life; neither constitutes a true identification with nature. The best is to lead your life, and the same applies in improvising: like a yachtsman to utilise the interplay of natural forces and currents to steer a course.

My attitude is that the musical and the real worlds are one. Musicality is a dimension of perfectly ordinary reality. The musician’s pursuit is to recognize the musical composition of the world (rather as Shelley does in Prometheus Unbound). All playing can be seen as an extension of singing; the voice and its extensions represent the musical dimension of men, women, children and animals. According to some authorities smoking is an extension of thumbsucking; perhaps the fear of cancer will eventually drive us back to thumbsucking. Possibly in an ideal future us animals will revert to singing, and leave wood, glass, metal, stone etc. to find their own voices, free of our torturings. (I have heard tell of devices that amplify to the point of audibility the sounds spontaneously occurring in natural materials).

7. Acceptance of Death

From a certain point of view improvisation is the highest mode of musical activity, for it is based on the acceptance of music’s fatal weakness and essential and most beautiful characteristic -its transcience.

The desire always to be right is an ignoble taskmaster, as is the desire for immortality. The performance of any vital action brings us closer to death; if it didn’t it would lack vitality. Life is a force to be used and if necessary used up. “Death is the virtue in us going to its destination” (Lieh Tzu).

Cornelius Cardew
Towards an ethics of improvisation
complete document is here

November 13, 2009

jean pierre de la porte on the mystique around noise

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte, noisewomb — ABRAXAS @ 12:22 am

there is an entire mystique around noise. cage was interested in ridding music of intention- not in using noise constructively. his focus is contingency and to this end he carefully used notation as well as maps and diagrams in a very duchampian way as indexical signs. there is a total aversion to improvisation in cage who is among the most literal of composers. Improvisation is the an orphaned resource today - i used to slip into la trinite to listen to messiaen improvising and this great composer steeped in talas and nonmetric plainchant seemed to be playing composition sketches. Stockhausen culminates process pieces like plus-minus with intuitive music like “aus den sieben tagen” but as jerome kohl shows they are fantastically closely designed (http://www20.brinkster.com/improarchive/jk_7t.pdf)

folk instruments often don’t aim at high amplitudes and so don’t have the pressure chambers or string and bow tensions of their 19 c descendants- this means articulate stabilisations around intervals take second place to noticeable slides from noise to pitch, making folk instruments models of the phoneme in their reliance on consonant transitions.

acoustically the noise-pitch distinction is void- extreme upper partials hardly belong in the pitches when you transpose them down and time base manipulating uses dc pulses or square waves which are as totally non periodic as clicks to make pitches and glissandi - look at the famous transition in kontakte from tapping to pitch lines drawn in no more than the speed of pulses. with the granular synthesis of gabor and xenakis the pitch noise distinction totally sinks into oblivion.

daniel dennett talks about freedom as evitability- working out how to avoid something otherwise inevitable - notions of freedom as lack of determination would see spontaneously jinxing out into the oncoming lane of the highway as paradigmatically free. this spinozist ( and deleuzian btw) notion of freedom as comprehended necessity perhaps finds the composer playing fully notated music at the well tempered keyboard the freest of all.

November 9, 2009

jean-pierre de la porte on cornelius cardew and after…

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 4:54 pm

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Cardew and Christian Wolff both take up questions directly and pragmatically and try to fill and reshape the shadow of Adorno.

I remember when the great american philosopher Hilary Putnam became Maoist and rewrote his own highly technical analytic philosophy as an auto critique- a moment right off the pages of Bellow or Stoppard.

today the problems have shifted- Mao belongs in the history of religion , Marx is now most accurately accessed via Deleuze, the field is neocolonial rather than post imperial -Mbembe and Said replace Castro and Lenin and the enemy is identity and universality - the two weapons in Cardews armory. In this context Mantra looks radical- particulalrly in its mysticism- and Stockhausen joins Kafka, Bacon Artaud and van Gogh as a saint of the mineure while Cardew becomes as quaint as an Orthodox Freudian or a Christian Scientist. Christine Lucia is incubating a new kind of discussion of Cardew that may rescue him from the comic genre of spiteful Stockhausen disciples: Cardew’s polemic and the Neue Einfachkeit are sparks from the same furnace.

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Nevertheless musical South Africa ought to read Cardew and this book ought to fly between indignant and enthusiastic readers for a long time. South Africa never had its Malcolm X or Franz Fanon or Leopold Senghor -the closest it came to Genet was Vyfster - and even Adorno remains a kind of mystery cult reserved for postgraduates. The musical right should read Cardew to learn how bankrupt its missionary and patronizing attitudes are and the musical left should read Cardew to be reminded that they are fighting an institutional form – a network with its own cronyism, admins, economy and forms of judgment - and not the dimwitted individuals that fly off its surface – for they too are the victims of their class.

November 7, 2009

stockhausen’s mantra in johannesburg

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 2:59 pm

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this article first appeared in the weekender of 7 november 2009

November 5, 2009

mantra tonight

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 2:48 pm

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wednesday november 4@arts on main
live 6pm till 9pm composer’s workshop:
MANTRA as formula and as process

LEADER: composer mokale koapeng

WITH: pianists jill richards + liza joubert

producer jean-pierre de la porte

MANTRA is probably the most influential piece of music of the last four decades. It allowed karlheinz stockhausen himself to move uniquely between intuitive, process-based music and more structured, notated music without losing the power of either. MANTRA is at the heart of wolfgang rihms fluent yet logical composing, it is a kit of parts for ‘new simplicity’ composers and a blueprint of karlheinz stockhausens own 27 hour long music theatre LICHT. MANTRA has had a shotgun effect on the way musical possibility is imagined and listing its effects on current music, whether acknowledged or not, would give it the same status as marcel duchamps LARGE GLASS or Picassos DEMOISELLES d’AVIGNON - not to know MANTRA is an irremediable handicap in understanding the present. This is why it is important for MANTRA to be performed many times and in many ways. It needs to enter the repertory of young pianists from where it immediately expands into a new way of hearing and performing bartok, schonberg, messiaen, nancarrow, stravinsky debussy webern boulez and the great jazz piano idioms –few if any compositions have so much power to reinvent their ancestors, to completely disturb and redistribute the 20 c canon and its performing traditions. This is also why composers of all genres need to invent music able to resonate in different ways with MANTRA – not because MANTRA is definitive- nothing is- but because it subtly yet fully translates so many of the objectives of 20 c composers and seems to present a violent and compellingly OTHER reading of ten decades of its- and our- precursors.

October 3, 2009

on the difference between technique and expression

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 9:44 am

technique is knowing how to find the problem in your own material and on what level to begin to alter it for the better - expression - to me- is the intuition that allows you to find the best starting point or entry point into a problem.

in pianists technique is how to play intervals like tenths fast without putting your elbow in your eye and expression is faking sex with the instrument

September 20, 2009

cut!

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 6:05 pm

i think musicians are vastly too precious–its because they dont give themselves footage.–imagine if there were no numbers, no logic and no shapes–then mathematicians would be so precious and tetchy about every scrap in their constructions because unique reality is lost if you spill something. fortunately they can spool through the footage of the number line, of standard proofs and of topologies , grab what they want and cull whats less appropriate- some other cat will sweep through the cutting room floor one day and find their particular treasure and repeat the process., when music was like a form letter you could hot rod it by adding accessories from other music- or your own. vavalidi is like this- a huge pool of gestures and forms- so is handel, haydn — mozart especially- you could probably scramble mozart and nobody would notice. romantic music is more sensitive to cutting only because its dramatic and a narrative- but a composer like mahler repeats the same narrative ten times -so you could probably shuffle his movements together without much violence. same deal with ives and debussy who are like thesaures of themselves.

architects dont fret if you ask for another bedroom and you could probably make sugar man again from your trashed cuttings if the present one were lost. webern and mondrian i can understand- because they had pared things down to almost vanishing and everything depends on secondary things like balance and sequence- but minimalists are like soap operas- you get the plot whenever you drop in. artists who repeat ought to expect cuts in performance - its the feldman fetish of imagining they are capturing time literally that makes them think you’re amputating or castrating the piece.

inside a neutron star processes occur millions of time faster than in our tardy chemical universe - in the time taken to write this mail they have had a rise and fall of a roman empire- so who cares about a few cuts?

September 13, 2009

Karlheinz Stockhausen - Advice to clever children…

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 4:49 pm

Article from “The Wire”, November 1995

Earlier this year, Radio 3 sent a package of tapes to Karlheinz Stockhausen.
The tapes contained music by Aphex Twin, Plasticman, Scanner and Daniel
Pemberton. Then in August, the station’s reporter Dick Witts travelled to
Salzburg to meet Stockhausen and ask him for his opinion on the music of
these four “Technocrats”. But first, they talked about the German composer’s
own youthful experiments in electronic synthesis…
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DW: When you started as a composer, how different were the conditions from
today?

KS: I studied music as a pianist, and learning all the traditional
techniques of composing, in an institution called Stadtliche Hofschule für
Musik. We had about ten disciplines to study: choir, orchestra, conducting,
piano was my main instrument, then musicology, harmony and counterpoint.
I wrote several works in traditional styles, but also two works, so-called
‘free compositions’, one for orchestra and alto voice, a work which is still
available on CD called the Drei Lieder. I started composing at the age of
20, 1948, the first time I considered my music to be of some general
importance, and they are available, like the violin sonatina…



Jörg und Heinz Lengersdorf

Why did you consider those works a beginning?

Because everything that could be studied with the professors at the
conservatory, the other students also were able to write. So there was
nothing special to write a fugue or to write a piece in the style of
Hindemith. But it was special to write something different from all other
composers. I wrote, for example a small theatre piece, Burleska, together
with two colleagues. We divided the piece into three parts. My part did not
sound as the newspapers said [of the other two parts] like Orff, or like
Hindemith, but different. So I was very proud that they said my section did
not sound ‘like’ something.

I Composed Kreuzspiel, or Crossplay [1951], and I knew when I wrote it that
it would sound like nothing else in the world. People were quite upset when
they heard it for the first time at the national summer courses for
contemporary music in Darmstadt, where I conducted the piece; it was
violently interrupted by the public. And since then I have composed works
from one to the next, always waiting until I’ve found something that I had
never imagined before, or that sounded like anything existing.


Can you hear a line, a unity, in everything you’ve written, from Kreuzspiel
to Licht?

Many lines; depends on which level. For example, space exploration in music
is one line, then sound- and word-relationship is another line, from the
beginning until today, then the discovery of polyphony in many-layered
composition is another line ; and that is what is essential, the discovery
of sounds which are derived from formulas for particular compositions. That
goes from the very first electronic studies until my very last works which I
have just finished, which I call electronic music with sound-scenes for
Friday From Light, which is two hours 25 minutes of music which I work on in
the electronic music studio in Cologne. this is another line. Then the
development from serial technique to formula technique is again another
line. So it depends just where you touch my musical mind, and I will show
you how many, many lines are running in parallel and crossing each other
constantly in different compositions.

Going back to Kreuzspiel - that was around the time you first started using
technology…

Yes. 1952 I started working in the studio for musique concrete, of the
French radio. Because I was very intrigued by the possibility to compose
one’s own sound. I was allowed to work in the studio of Pierre Scaeffer: I
made artificial sounds, synthetic sounds, and I composed my first étude:
Étude Concrète. At the same time, I was extremely curious, and went to the
musée de L’homme in Paris with a tape recorder and microphones, and I
recorded all the different instruments of the ethnological department:
Indonesian instruments, Japanese instruments, Chinese instruments; less
European instruments because I knew them better, but even piano sounds…
Then I analysed these sounds one by one, and wrote down the frequencies
which I found and the dynamic level of the partials of the spectra, in order
to know what the sound is made of, what the sound is, as a matter of fact;
what is the difference between a lithophone sound or, let’s say, a Thai gong
sound of a certain pitch. And very slowly I discovered the nature of sounds.
The idea to analyse sounds gave me the idea synthesize sounds. so then I was
looking for synthesizers or the first electronic generators, and I
superimposed vibrations in order to compose spectra: timbres. I do this now,
still, after 43 years.

Have things got easier for you?

No. really not. The last three weeks I just spent every day in the studio,
eight hours, working with a new digital technique with a Capricorn mixing
console, the newest one, from Siemens, or the English Nieve Nicam, from
Cambridge, and two 24 channel Sony tape recorders, one being the leader and
one running in slave, in order to make very special movements in space…
And I must tell you that out of eight hours per day I waited seven hours
without any result, because the technicians, sound engineers, didn’t know
how to deal with these instruments, and had never encountered problems which
I had imposed. So it is becoming more difficult for me.

I wonder to what extent your fascination with technology helps you as a
composer, and to what extent your frustration with it helps you?

[Tragic] I don’t know how to go on. No matter how difficult it is. Very
often I am quite desperate.

You say your music speaks of the essential unity of the universe; I wonder
how you came to this realisation, and how it speaks through the music?

Well, I didn’t come to it. That is the oldest tradition of all music styles,
music cultures on this planet. The beginning of every art music development,
in China, or in India or in European monasteries was always to relate the
art of shaping composing sounds with the art [by which] the stars are shaped
and composed. Astronomy, mathematics and music were the highest disciplines
throughout the centuries since the beginning of European art music in the
monasteries, let’s say in the tenth until the 14th, 15th century… I have
studied all music of Europe as a student - I had to - and I at a very early
age became aware, also naturally, [that] certain music, like the Art Of The
Fuge by Johann Sebastian Bach or the Musikalishe Opfer, [has] always known
about this relationship between the laws of the universe, astronomical laws,
and the laws of the music of this Earth. For example, I admire very much the
music of Anton Von Webern, who is practically not known by the large public
today. But he studied Senfi, composer of the renaissance, German composer
who also knew the isorhythmic Motette, the technique of isorhythms, and
Webern was very, very aware, as a collector of very strange plants, he
always went on the mountains, in the Alps, to collect the most beautiful and
loneliest plants in the world, and dried them. And his music is like that:
he knew that the same laws which ruled the inner life of atoms and galaxies
applied to the music. To the art music.


Can we talk about the music we sent you? It was very good of you to listen
to it. I wonder if you could give some advice to these musicians.

I wish those musicians would not allow themselves any repetitions, and would
go faster in developing their ideas or their findings, because I don’t
appreciate at all this permanent repetitive language. It is like someone who
is stuttering all the time, and can’t get words out of his mouth. I think
musicians should have very concise figures and not rely on this fashionable
psychology. I don’t like psychology whatsoever: using music like a drug is
stupid. One shouldn’t do that : music is the product of the highest human
intelligence, and of the best senses, the listening senses and of
imagination and intuition. And as soon as it becomes just a means for
ambiance, as we say, environment, or for being used for certain purposes,
then music becomes a whore, and one should not allow that really; one should
not serve any existing demands or in particular not commercial values. That
would be terrible: that is selling out the music.


I heard the piece Aphex Twin of Richard James carefully: I think it would be
very helpful if he listens to my work Song Of The Youth, which is electronic
music, and a young boy’s voice singing with himself. Because he would then
immediately stop with all these post-African repetitions, and he would look
for changing tempi and changing rhythms, and he would not allow to repeat
any rhythm if it were varied to some extent and if it did not have a
direction in its sequence of variations.

And the other composer - musician, I don’t know if they call themselves
composers…

They’re sometimes called ’sound artists’…

No, ‘Technocrats’, you called them. He’s called Plasticman, and in public,
Richie Hawtin. It starts with 30 or 40 - I don’t know, I haven’t counted
them - fifths in parallel, always the same perfect fifths, you see, changing
from one to the next, and then comes in hundreds of repetitions of one small
section of an African rhythm: duh-duh-dum, etc, and I think it would be
helpful if he listened to Cycle for percussion, which is only a 15 minute
long piece of mine for a percussionist, but there he will have a hell to
understand the rhythms, and I think he will get a taste for very interesting
non-metric and non-periodic rhythms. I know that he wants to have a special
effect in dancing bars, or wherever it is, on the public who like to dream
away with such repetitions, but he should be very careful, because the
public will sell him out immediately for something else, if a new kind of
musical drug is on the market. So he should be very careful and separate as
soon as possible from the belief in this kind of public.

The other is Robin Rimbaud, Scanner, I’ve heard, with radio noises. He is
very experimental, because he is searching in a realm of sound which is not
usually used for music. But I think he should transform more what he finds.
He leaves it too much in a raw state. He has a good sense of atmosphere, but
he is too repetitive again. So let him listen to my work Hymnen. There are
found objects - a lot like he finds with his scanner, you see. But I think
he should learn from the art of transformation, so that what you find sounds
completely new, as I sometimes say, like an apple on the moon.

Then there’s another one: Daniel Pemberton. His work which I heard has noise
loops: he likes loops, a loop effect, like in musique concrète, where I
worked in 1952, and Pierre Henry and Schaeffer himself, they found some
sounds, like say the sounds of a casserole, they made a loop, and then they
transposed this loop. So I think he should give up this loop; it is too
oldfashioned. Really. He likes train rhythms, and I think when he comes to a
soft spot, a quiet, his harmony sounds to my ears like ice cream harmony. It
is so kitchy; he should stay away from these ninths and sevenths and tenths
in parallel: so, look for a harmony that sounds new and sounds like
Pemberton and not like anything else. He should listen to Kontakte, which
has among my works the largest scale of harmonic, unusual and very demanding
harmonic relationships. I like to tell the musicians that they should learn
from works which already gone through a lot of temptations and have refused
to give in to these stylistic or to these fashionable temptations…

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Portions of this interview were broadcast on Radio 3 in October as part of
the Technocrats mini series, which examined Stockhausen’s musical legacy.
This partially edited transcript is printed here [the WIRE, Nov. 1995]
courtesy of Radio 3 and Soundbite Productions. The music which Stockhausen
was commenting on included “Ventolin” and “Alberto Balsam” by Aphex Twin,
Plasticman’s Sheet One album, “Micrographia”, “Dimension” and “Discreet” by
Scanner, and “Phoenix”, Phosphine”, Novelty Track” and “Voices” by Daniel
Pemberton.

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Advice from clever children…

Following Stockhausen’s advice to our Technocrats, we decided to play them
excerpts from the compositions which the German composer suggested they
listen to and learn from. Here’s what they had to say…

Aphex Twin on Song Of The Youth

Mental! I’ve heard that song before; I like it. I didn’t agree with him. I
thought he should listen to a couple of tracks of mine: “Didgeridoo”, then
he’d stop making abstract, random patterns you can’t dance to. Do you reckon
he can dance? You could dance to Song of the Youth, but it hasn’t got a
groove in it, there’s no bassline. I know it was probably made in the 50s,
but I’ve got plenty of wicked percussion records made in the 50s that are
awesome to dance to. And they’ve got basslines. I could remix it: I don’t
know about making it better; I wouldn’t want to make it into a dance
version, but I could probably make it a bit more anally technical. But I’m
sure he could these days, because tape is really slow. I used to do things
like that with tape, but it does take forever, and I’d never do anything
like that again with tape. Once you’ve got your computer sorted out, it
pisses all over stuff like that, you can do stuff so fast. It has a
different sound, but a bit more anal.

I haven’t heard anything new by him; the last thing was a vocal record,
Stimmung, and I didn’t really like that. Would I take his comments to heart?
The ideal thing would be to meet him in a room and have a wicked discussion.
For all I know, he could be taking the piss. It’s a bit hard to have a
discussion with someone via other people.

I don’t think I care about what he thinks. It is interesting, but it’s
disappointing, because you’d imagine he’d say that anyway. It wasn’t
anything surprising. I don’t know anything about the guy, but I expected him
to have that sort of attitude. Loops are good to dance to…

He should hang out with me and my mates: that would be a laugh. I’d be quite
into having him around.

Scanner on Hymnen

It’s interesting that I’ve not heard this before, and maybe Thomas Köner
hasn’t and so on, but you can relate it to our work. I don’t know whether
it’s conscious or not. I was two years old when this was written!
Stockhausen says he don’t like repetitions: what I like about repetition is
it can draw the listener and lull you into a false sense of security, but
when it gets too abstract - this is cut-ups - I find it very difficult to
digest over a long period of time. He’s a lapsed Catholic, and there’s the
sense that it’s meant to be a religious experience passing through these
records, like a purging of the system. Whether you like it or not, you’re
affected in one way or another. I’d like to hear this live.

I prefer the gentler passages. I do find myself irritated by that barrage of
sound against sound over a long period of time: an alternative kind of
repetition. That’s why I like Jim O’Rourke’s work, because it works over
long periods.

I wonder about him putting himself into the recording; is it a vanity thing,
or part of the process? With the scanner, it’s like live editing, which is
like this as well. When you scan, if you don’t like something you flick
between frequencies, when you DJ you cut between records, and it is an art
form as a form of live editing…

Reminds me of the Holger Czukay LP Der Osten Ist Rot, cutting between
national anthems, like tuning through a radio: I don’t know whether this is
actually happening or not. this is very good actually - better than I
expected. At the end there’s a recording of him breathing. It’s quite
uncomfortable - like being inside his head.

I take some of what he said about my music to heart. Part of what I’m
interested in is transforming material. Lots of the sounds I use are off the
scanner or the shortwave radio. Lots of people wouldn’t realise that
sometimes a bass sound isn’t a keyboard bass sound: it’s a little blip on
the phone. So I do try and transform the material as much as possible. I
disagree about repetition: I think, as John Cage said, repetition is a form
of change, and it’s a concept you either agree or disagree with. I like
repetitions; I like Richie Hawtin’s work for that very aspect. In a way it
is like a religious experience: if his work is about spirituality, then this
is a kind of alternative, non-religious spirituality, where you’re drawn in
by this block of rhythm; it’s an incredible feeling, the way it moves you
physically, and moves you in a dancefloor as well.

Things like this are designed to be listened to over long periods of time,
and sometimes I think it could do with some editing. Most contemporary sound
artists are working within a four to ten minute time scale, basically. And
to be honest, for most people that’s enough.

Daniel Pemberton on Kontakte


At first I expected someone hitting a piano randomly, but there were
happenings in there, with stereo panning and effects. I was very impressed
considering the time it was done: the 1960s. He was going on about how
everyone’s stuff was repetitive, but his stuff is the complete opposite: so
unrepetitive that it never really got anywhere. Not necessarily a bad thing,
but it didn’t have any development in it: sounded like an Old School FSOL.
When he recommends Kontakte for its “very demanding harmonic relationships”,
it sounds a bit suspect to me: the whole piece seems to be dealing far more
with timbre than with harmonic relationship. It’s obviously based around
sound, and any harmonics on there, to the non-musical ear, sound like a
piano hit randomly. It would be very good to put some HipHop breaks under,
actually.

What he said about me was quite funny: he accuses me of old hat… I was
born in 1977, 25 after [Kontakte], a longer time than I’ve lived. I’m still
learning musical history. If my whole career goes down the pan, at least
I’ve got a future with Mr Whippy! And for him to call eigths, ninth and
tenths ‘kitschy’! The scales I commonly use aren’t too adventurous, but
that’s because they’re the ones that sound nice. The stuff I’ve done which
is unlistenable, I haven’t released because no one would enjoy it.

It’s good to have other people’s views. I ignore them in the sense that I
know what I want to do: his criticisms won’t make me throw everything away
and start working with bizarre new scales and fantastic new instruments. I
know what he means about loops though; that’s because I haven’t got much
equipment.

Get a chewn, mate! I think he should develop his music a bit more. Try and
repeat some of the ideas, work on them, build them up; you can still change
them. He should listen to a track off my forthcoming album, Homemade.
Stockhausen should experiment more with standard melodies, try and subvert
them; he should stop being so afraid of the normal: by being so afraid of
the normal he’s being normal himself by being the complete opposite. He
should try to blend the two together: that would be new and interesting. To
me, anyway.
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Interviews by Rob Young.

this interview sequence first published by the wire

September 11, 2009

We in music are like physicists

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 5:16 pm

Karlheinz Stockhausen talks about his compositional development, the DNA code of musical beings, head-tones, heart-tones and his burning interest in this planet.

(Conversation with Julia Spinola on 11th September 2001 in the Musikhaus for the FAZ, published on 17th September 2001.)

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Spinola: Mr. Stockhausen, does new music have a future or is it increasingly becoming a subject for a few specialists?

Stockhausen: Well, I only see positive developments in terms of the connection to the audience. All the concerts that we will be performing up until December – at the Hamburg Musikfest, in London, in Amsterdam and in Forbach – are selling very well. And I just experienced a fantastic audience at a concert in Stuttgart. It was really very mixed, including very old people who probably normally go to traditional concerts. Very interested people who came to me during the intermission and wanted to take a look at the score, that is really rare. And very many young people. On my 70th birthday in 1998, I performed my MOMENTE in Zurich. At the same time a big Techno festival was taking place. They printed postcards with my picture and the headline “Papa Techno”. I experienced something like that last year at the SONAR Festival in Barcelona. The Techno musicians acted as though I were their spiritual father, because they are all now tending to use electronic equipment in order to produce strange sounds. So now, after almost fifty years, they refer to my early pieces. Of course it doesn’t matter a bit to them how the music is structured, whether it is composed using formulas or not. The spatial experience is what they are interested in. For instance in Stuttgart we had twenty-four loudspeakers surrounding and above the audience. The resulting sound experience is so fresh that it cannot be compared with traditional music perception.

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Spinola: Can you hear that from every seat in the hall? Or do you have to sit as close to the middle as possible?

Stockhausen: It takes me one and a half days to set up the loudspeakers and test them with several dependable people, as to how they are heard from various positions in the hall. Each loudspeaker group consists of a pair: One loudspeaker is directed along the wall, in order to reach the people on the other side. The other group points diagonally through the room. Each loudspeaker has a dispersion of at least ninety degrees, also vertically. So, for every seat, an optimal solution can be found to enable all groups to be heard. They are not all equally loud, but they can all be heard; for example in FREITAG from LICHT all twelve channels were very clear, and that is what I want. What I don’t understand is that concert halls are still being built like Greek amphitheatres with a mono-aural orientation towards the front. These rooms do not allow the sound to come from all directions, as it does in my works since 1956. For me, the directions and speeds of the sounds are just as important as the pitches and the durations. When an orchestra performs somewhere, whether it plays Verdi or Webern, it always sounds like a western orchestra: monophonic. That is obsolete. I am convinced that the modern human being is becoming a space human being. Just as he wants to travel into outer space, he also wants to perceive events the way they surround him in nature, so that also the directions and the speeds of the sounds are musically important structurally.

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Spinola: So an increasing number of parameters – such as the movement of the sound in space – are integrated as elements of artistic form?

Stockhausen: Yes, that is very important. Because music is not just art to entertain, more or less classified for the various social strata. Music is a genuine art of sound vibration. And in that sense, the development of music since 1950 is really radically different from everything that existed before. One can listen with free imagination and is not obliged to visually perceive how the tones are produced, whether people bow, pluck strings, blow or beat. All of a sudden, one is free and can imagine what sounds. Before a concert, I often recommend to the listeners that they close their eyes and tell them, “the sounds will transport you into a visionary space, so that you will be surprised about yourself.”

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The material must – as far as possible – create its own sound world with each work, that has always been my requirement: Not by choosing from what already exists, like in pop music, where samples are always used, but by making something unique for each work. The timbres are also no longer decoration, are not just the instrumentation of given harmonic, melodic or rhythmic factors, but rather have their own structural value. In the music that has been composed since 1950, we are like physicists. We discover a completely new world in acoustics and in the art of forming acoustic vibrations: We not only invent, we are discoverers. So, in a higher sense, we belong to a musicology, thank God: in that we form our own material all the way to the individual vibrations. For fifty years, I have also been an acoustic researcher.

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Spinola: And what are you currently researching?

Stockhausen: For the first time in my life, I am writing a piece for five synthesizers. Now, I want to compose a ten-part work in different tempi for all ten layers, because that simply fascinates me.

Spinola: And that will then become part of SONNTAG from LICHT?

Stockhausen: Yes, exactly. MITTWOCH has been finished for a long time and will be world-premièred in Berne in 20031. Parts of MITTWOCH have already been performed. That is also very important, because I have to hear, try out how it sounds, and in the course of countless rehearsals, I can make corrections until the entire piece is ready to be performed in context.

Spinola: You have already been working for twenty-four years on your seven-part music theatre cycle LICHT. Has your method of composing changed during this period?

Stockhausen: Yes of course, because for every part of LICHT I plan to form something that I have not yet tried. Not only in each of the seven days of the week, each of which lasts between three and one half and five hours, but also within the individual “Days”. So I am really an adventurer. That is also the basis of the change, in that I give myself tasks without knowing how I am going to solve them. For example in crazy dreams like the HELIKOPTER-STREICHQUARTETT, where four members of a string quartet play in four flying helicopters. The whole thing is transmitted audio visually, with the rotary blade sounds mixed into the string tremolos. Or in WELTPARLAMENT where I suddenly dreamt that a world parliament comes together that does not even exist yet.

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In the last few years, I have been particularly interested in modern space travel research and astronomy. I do not know if you have ever heard of Carl Sagan’s book, “Blauer Punkt im All. Unsere Heimat Universum” (Pale Blue Dot. A Vision of the Human Future in Space)2 It is a phenomenon – you must read it. Sagan is an unbelievably intelligent and visionary person, and is able to exactly indicate when humans will reach the planets of our galaxy and which moons will be visited first. When I study something like this and see the pictures from the Hubble telescope, then I cannot help but think that music has to keep up with it: I want to realise this future spatiality as well as this variety of relationships in music, as long as I live. And that is why my composition and also my own craftsmanship further develop with each and every part of LICHT.

The point is not only to search for new material, but that the material itself poses new tasks. Now, for example, I am working on the last scene of SONNTAG from LICHT, the third and fourth are not yet finished, and the first and second are: LICHTER – WASSER and ENGEL-PROZESSIONEN. ENGELPROZESSIONEN is an a cappella work, in seven languages, with an a cappella choir in seven groups that are distributed around the audience, but which move around in processions along the crossed aisles through the hall until they all end up in the middle at the end, as in a spiral. During the course of this crossing, they bring all the flowers to the middle, resulting in a real mountain of flowers at the end. I chose the seven languages because they represent the seven largest populations on the planet.

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Spinola: And these seven different groups of angels sing simultaneously in different languages?

Stockhausen: They always sing simultaneously while walking through the room, so that for example Arabic, then Swahili, then Chinese can be heard, etc. Now I am working on the last scene, called HOCH-ZEITEN with the idea that at the end of SONNTAG from LICHT, five different weddings (German: Hochzeiten) will be celebrated in the five main languages, namely Hindu, Chinese, Arabic, English, African (Swahili). For this I have collected love poems in these languages and am now actually learning vocabulary, because I have to know how the words are correctly articulated. The most difficult part is that each group is supposed to sing in its own tempo. These tempi rotate during the half-hour performance and I exchange fragments of the languages during this process.

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Spinola: That reminds me of some of your earlier works, such as TELEMUSIK or HYMNEN. Do you see a connection?

Stockhausen: TELEMUSIK uses even more, twenty-eight different objets trouvés from very diverse historical periods and styles. That is because I was invited to compose a new work in Japan and up until that time I had strictly followed the principle of not using anything could be found elsewhere: No part of my music was to sound like anything else. In Japan, I heard music that I had never heard in my life. That fascinated me like Christmas eve when I was a child, when all of a sudden a bell would ring in a room before the door opened. It was magical: Gagaku music, I really fell in love with it. I ordered recordings, picked out one piece of Gagku music and transformed it with electronic sounds. With a kind of double ring modulation circuit. Then I realised that I couldn’t just use one piece as a sort of diary of Japan, so I ordered a lot of folk music. I broke my own taboo. Because I thought to myself, you can’t just continue to live as an exclusive European composer. And that is why I used these elements.

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But I didn’t want a collage, I wanted to find out if I could influence the traits of an existing kind of music, a piece of characteristic music using the traits of other music. Then I found a new modulation technique, with which I could modulate the melody curve of a singing priest with electronic timbres, for example. In any case, the abstract sound material must dominate, otherwise the result is really mishmash, and the music becomes arbitrary. I don’t like that. The modulation technology is not enough. What is new must be more important in a composition.

Memories are really very strong, as though one would open a window and let the world come in for a few moments. That is more than if one stylistically isolates oneself in an orthodox way. After HYMNEN and TELEMUSIK, some colleagues tried to integrate all kinds of music into their own music, even mine. In the meantime, it has become very normal to include Schubert, or to mix the music of Mahler or Monteverdi. Incredibly many clichés are treated as composers’ own music. The baroque parody technique is supposed to be the model. But I am not d’accord; I think if one listens into the past, then it must really be like a dream in a much stronger present.

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Spinola: In the sense of an artistic adaptation, could one say that this material is not simply quoted, but rather processed by the imagination so that finally something new emerges?

Stockhausen: Yes, but that is also a quantitative question: What is new must dominate. The collage as a basic principle is pretty decadent. It bothers me more and more. In the London Barbican Centre, young people are now being instructed how to listen and study New Music, and I was asked to give a recommendation there last week. Elements from my GESANG DER JÜNGLINGE, KONTAKTE and HYMNEN were supposed to be sampled and given to the young people for them to make their own mixtures. That is when I exploded: I spent two and a half years composing GESANG DER JÜNGLINGE, making a tremendous effort to connect my sounds, and then they sample something from it for new mixes.

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Spinola: Back to the question about the “open windows”: How do you allow this “world-filled” air into your strict musical constructions if you do not to make a collage? Has something changed since 1970, since the discovery of composing with “formulas” in MANTRA?

Stockhausen: This is the way it is. In the works I created during my first seven years of composing, a series of proportions can be found, that is a sequence of certain intervals, of distances. One can apply these proportions to completely different parameters, like an architect, that is to the pitches, the durations, the rhythms, dynamics, timbres, etc. Then, already after seven years, I did not use series of proportions in KONTAKTE anymore, but rather degrees of change. That way I created a relative hierarchy that determined which parameter was liveliest at a particular time. Then, in MIXTUR for orchestra, the Marseillaise is played backwards: a strange thing. Or in HYMNEN there are very many short-wave events that I heard when I listened to the radio at night. Back then I was a real First-World citizen, had my shortwave radio and particularly at midnight I listened to many different stations, for example with the national anthems of many different countries. All of a sudden this planet fascinated me with its diversity of characters, nations and symbols and of music. And then I composed this major, 2-hour work with national anthems. Of course they were foreign elements that I tried to integrate in electronically produced sounds.Because of my interest in the magical diversity of this planet, this dimension joined my idea of purely abstractly, constructed forms of music, with rows or degrees of change, at a very early time. And that led into the concept of the formula in 1970.

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Before that, I composed for one and a half years completely without notes, only using abstract skeletons. The performer was able to form a musical body by himself, using a DNA code, so to speak; to make a living being out of genetic material. In works such as PLUS-MINUS, SPIRAL, POLE or EXPO, the performers use their own imagination for formation. They follow Stockhausen structurally, but then interpret the sound worlds very individually. During the Osaka World Exhibition I sat in Japan every day, often for hours at a time and listened to this freely improvised, or as I called it, intuitive music by Stockhausen. And I realised: That is not enough for me. I want to write music that is much more thoroughly formed, with a greater wealth of relationships than performers can read into it or discover because of particular habits. Thus, the formulas were created, first the formula for MANTRA. It is a melody formula with rhythm, but also with certain note forms, something like different character traits of the tones. The first tone, for example, has a repetition at the beginning, the second has an accent at the end, then a normal tone comes, the fourth has an ornament at the beginning, another a glissando, etc. This way I had twelve tone-forms. From this material, I could then develop entire passages because of the character connected to each tone. That is already inherent in a formula. Every note not only has a duration but also a head, a tail, a heart. I also speak of head tones, tail tones, heart tones. I no longer see tones as something neutral, but rather each tone is an individual person in a composition.

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That has developed enormously in the meantime, and in LICHT there is a superimposition of three formulas. A multiple progression from more complicated to less complicated chords emerges. Each formula has a typical direction: The Michael formula falls for the most part. The Eve formula rises and falls, in the middle there is a kink and then it rises again. And the Lucifer formula jumps like a panther into the major seventh at the beginning and then falls, breaking in one place, tries once again to rise and falls even more. These kinds of traits are especially obligatory for the whole work that altogether will amount to circa twenty-eight hours. In each of these three formulas there is also an improvisational part for a free combination of the preceding notes. So I already include those elements in the formula for which I might have needed an insert in earlier works – and still, inserts exist today. If I develop something and notice where something is missing, I sometimes write a fermata-moment, in which one dreams and in which the entire development of the structure stops for a while. That happens again and again.

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Spinola: Could one say that formula composition has helped you a great deal in terms of the synthesis of imagination and construction in a work?

Stockhausen: In fact I believed for many years – and I don’t know when it changed – that I write my music; that is, only what occurs to me, always with very clear disciplines that I imposed upon myself and strict directions not to include anything foreign, to always form something new, but yet still always my music. I must say right away, that I was already horrified as a student, that Stravinsky’s pieces could always be identified immediately, regardless of which period they belonged to. I wrote my diploma thesis on Bartók’s Sonata for Two Pianos and Percussion. Even then I noticed: I do not want to have something like what these composers apparently still saw as an ideal, a personal style. In that sense, one could say that I have grown out of the idea of a personally bound composer who is searching for himself and who wants to build his own world in the world, and have become more and more a world musician. I was the first to use the word “Weltmusik” (World Music) in 1964, especially in texts with this title since 1973.

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Spinola: Are there compositions by your contemporaries that you listen to, to which you feel close, and from whom you perhaps even have the impression that you are working on the same thing from two different sides?

Stockhausen: Unfortunately not. I listen to music very much, people send me a lot: Some time ago, the BBC asked what I thought of six Techno musicians. In the end, six broadcasts were made, always alternating pieces by Stockhausen and pieces by the Techno musicians. Or I have received CDs from Schnebel, Kagel, Pousseur, the last pieces of Boulez, of Berio (of whom I cannot understand how he can give in to exclusively arranging traditional music for so many years). Zender published arrangements of music of the 19th century, as well as Henze, Birtwistle and many others. I become very quiet. I cannot understand this strong trend of musical reference to the past. It is very disappointing that work is not continued on the great tasks that exist in the area of music: to construct long time spans that won’t cave in, won’t fall down; to create magical sound worlds with a unique choice of means that can be experienced in music as a whole as something characteristic, something new and foreign; to further develop the composition and notation of movements in space, dynamics, timbres.

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In the works of other composers, I expect an expansion of consciousness through which one can learn to listen better, discover something, develop oneself, especially through alien sound events. The alien is so important for what we are actually looking for. Especially in music, the most sublime and lightest art. It consists of vibrations in air, and the art of forming vibrations is something unbelievably heavenly, spiritual. Because listening is so basic, we cannot simply close our ears, as we can close our eyes. We must always listen, try to understand. I think referring to the human being as he is today is not right. We must have the ideal human in mind, the human that does not yet exist. A human being who can hear phenomenally well and who makes aesthetic and structural demands that no human before him has ever made. We cannot just create music for the human being as he is now.

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Spinola: That means you are concerned with making new experiences possible in an emphatic sense, also for the listener?

Stockhausen: Yes, and with what I experience when I create music in a studio. With what confuses me and what also amazes me. I make demands on myself that I can’t even fulfil, because I have the will to grow beyond my bounds. I don’t want to accept myself the way I am. And in that sense, I believe that others want that too.

Spinola: That means for the listener of course, that he has to accept uncertainty, the “risk” of actually hearing and experiencing something that he has never experienced and never heard before. Something that could possibly upset him very much.

Stockhausen: Naturally. That is why I will always tell the audience before the coming four concerts: I have had a little spotlight installed, like a moon, for those who are afraid to be alone in the dark. But I still request that you close your eyes and remember that your very own, wonderful inner world opens up. And identifying with your eyes is not that important in music. Music is the opening of an inner world. And we are spirits, it is not necessary for us to lay our hands on it or open our eyes to check on it. The year 1953 brought such radical renewal, that we have no language to describe the sounds that have been made possible since then.

Spinola: Your LICHT cycle is to be finished by 2005. What are your plans for the time to follow?

Stockhausen: LICHT is the seven days of the week. Before that, I composed SIRIUS, the twelve months and the four seasons of the year. And HYMNEN was the tour around the planet. After the seven days of the week, I want to compose the twenty-four hours of the day. That interests me incredibly. By listening carefully, I would like to discover something new in every hour of the night and day. It is a wonderful experience to understand the cycles of time more exactly and to study and musically form them.

August 29, 2009

Kevin Volans : between words and things

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 9:45 am

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Between 1955 and 1961 Adorno sought a counterculture to everything he disliked at Darmstadt. Opposed to serialism as method and watching this error expand from precomposition to project entire works he needed to find his alternative future for the postwar break.

In tachiste painting he found a laboratory of concrete, skillful and perceptible abstraction to replace the formalist one that he- in common with all twentieth century Marxists- viewed as so menacing..

Armed with this precedent and fresh from dramatizing his fallen formalist Schonberg in Thomas Manns Doktor Faustus, he lashed out at Goeyverts and Stockhausen labeling them Adrian Leverkuhn and his famulus.( probably unaware that Stockhausen had literally been assistant to a magician) and set up the obligatory demon for pictorialists through Feldman to Volans.

Abstract expressionism is aptly called the New York school because it traveled so badly. Despite CIA promotion in Europe - with jazz concerts- as the art of the free world -it produced there the monotony of Wols, the mannerism of Riopelle and the theatric pomp of Mattheiu. It is doubtful that Adorno had in mind recipients it did actually liberate: the young Josef Beuys making his transition out of sculpture, Yves Klein who would make it a pretext for a Scelsian music and Lucio Fontana who turned it to an earnest interrogation of camp.

To Adorno it gave a whiff of his lost atonalism and reason to suspend his own fixation on method- allowing him to revisit forgotten sidings in composition where spontaneities of timbre, sequence or metre flourished beyond the hail of Schonberg and the nail bed of Schenker.

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His wanderlust ended sadly in domestic platitude – music was pictorial because it became spatial ( though spatial illusion was exactly what all modern painters avoided ) and painting become musical because it was structured in time ( every painting except a readymade is structured in time)

Marx said that society only poses a question after it has developed the answer to it. Adorno forgot this insight; clearly electronic music studios had, with their fine leftover US army equipment given composers literal ability to take on the role of the painter - working straight onto their material and hearing the immediate result : while occupying the position of the spectator or hearer and free to adjust technique to sensation and reception . Cage immediately identified this as the place where, without metaphor ,a direct dialogue with painting had arisen. Stockhausen shot back from here at Adorno: : Professor you are looking for the chicken in an abstract painting.

Morton Feldman was Adorno’s intimate nightmare: he was- with Cage Brown Tudor and Wolfe –the New York School of music. His intimacy with the great painters is legendary – hearing from his sometime teacher Stefan Wolpe that music ought to be understood by the man in the street, he glanced out the window to see Jackson Pollock crossing the road.

Feldmans pictoriaism was not the Indian summer of an ambivalent modern moralist: if Adorno was Hegel then Feldman was Nietzsche- with the same nomadic wit, aphoristic force , piercing judgment and refusal of system.

If anyone could detach the rational kernel from the mystical shell of Adornos stance against postwar music it would be Feldman

My obsession with surface is the subject of my music. In that
sense, my compositions are really not “compositions” at all.
One might call them time canvasses in which I more or less
prime the canvas with an overall hue of the music. I have
learned that the more one composes or constructs, the more
one prevents Time Undisturbed from becoming the
controlling metaphor of the music.
Both these terms - Space, Time - have come to be used in
music and the visual arts as well as in mathematics,
literature, philosophy and science. […] I prefer to think
of my work as: between categories. Between Time and
Space. Between painting and music. Between the music’s
construction, and its surface

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Everything seems to be there- the negative dialectic of the in-between, the a-categorial act subtly dissolving method, the forceful , comprehensive cashing in of the painting metaphor –but also in the mix - and utterly obstructing all that Adorno’s musicated philosophy wished to achieve -is the Time Undisturbed- an aim so indelibly Heideggerian as to place Feldman- and Cage in the grip of ontology-smitten theological commentators to this day.

Too dialectical for the Frankfurt school and too exact to bowdlerize, Feldman leaves nothing to commentary - providing himself with all the means for his task. Feldman lived the wager of music having painting as its norm But his lucidity had a shadow:– as he wrote his music became the mausoleum of a painting under eclipse by its unruly successors.

Jasper Johns Robert Rauschenberg and Andy Warhol were obnoxious accents in Feldman’s serene exchanges with the New York School. Everybody knows his unforgiving stand on Gustons return to image but this apostasy was nothing compared to Johns historic merger of abstract expressionist rhetoric, minimimalist blankness, figurative citations and conceptualist readymades or Rauschenbergs literal chicken in an abstract painting or Warhols denuding of authorship.

Painting, which became indigenous to itself and seemed to reach insurpassable authenticity in Pollock suddenly spilled into an, impure , complex ,institutional game- improbably scattering its own history and tools and raising its stakes far above sincerity of gesture and truth to materials.

Cage- who always saw far into the potentialities of painting became colleague, catalyst and exemplar to the usurping trio and more importantly, created a new kind of relation between homosexuality and the American public realm, a cool, ironic yet engaged stance which made him the Socrates to Johns and Warhol’s Plato

Feldmans exquisite equilibrium could not track the maddeningly indirect utterances of the new art or the coolly oblique lives charged with new identity they manifested. By the time he wittily claimed to evangelize at Darmstadt, he was a hero crushed by the fall of his own metaphor.

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When Kevin Volans took his turn at pictorialism he would inevitably ‘…describe composition as an attempt to redefine reality (in music)’ because he was standing by then not on the shoulders of giants but on their contested estates

By 1986 Painting in New York Berlin London and Milan was far along the circumference drawn by Johns proceeding from literal installations , conceptual and minimal traps inflected by sexual politics to a fraught borderline between abstract rhetoric and epiphanic , deadpan or camp images.

Immendorff, Richter, Baselitz,, Polke Fettung ,Clemente Cucci Schnabel , Tansey Fischl, Auerbach, Freud and even Kitaj took an individual responsibility for the conundra informal techniques posed to imagery . painting was back- but not any painting-an epistemologically , historically politically charged painting negotiating all three of these planes simultaneously and manifesting an often regional or sectoral identity and bid for recognition

Analytic philosopher Arthur Danto reveled his way up this tower of Babel while disgorging a century of concepts onto the infinitely permeable art world. The commonsensical Robert Hughes grumpily withdrew to document Australia, Adornian Martin Jay lamented the denigration of vision and all around experience gave way to discourse analysis as touchstone of meaning and critical validity. October editors Kraus, Bois, Buchloh and Foster undertook sweeping historical and canonic revisions- one by one Weimar expressionism, Russian constructivism Bauhaus modernism, dada, surrealism, abstract expressionism, pop, Beuys, minimalism underwent scholarly metamorphoses rivaling Alice in Wonderland

Painting was a fugitive swarm with a kaleidoscopic past riding a yuppie era snake of reputations and fortunes and charged with all the intellectual politics of the moment.

This was surely not the time to use it to adjudicate the prevarications of the composition world

Nevertheless Volans believes he can ride the perfect storm and still wring a definition of music or at very least a type of musical judgment from the image: he sequesters it within the citadels of method and technique making it the condition of their meaningfulness and sketching a hell of empty conceptualism as the only alternative

Technique is “the right method at the right time”, but what guides us in making the choice of appropriate method cannot be adequately explained except in terms of the resultant image. In other words, unless one is a conceptualist, a discussion of technique is meaningless without a discussion of imagery.
It is that indescribable relationship between the method and the image that interests me. It is in this dark area that composition lies

Method results in image and image must be used to select the right method at the right time- this is scarcely the indescribable dark area but perhaps the most over described theme of textual exegesis , philosophy of science and foundations of ethnography, cultural theory , new historicism, ethics and post godelian logic .in the twentieth century

Hans Georg Gadamer wrote an entire career on this putative circularity and decided that the hermeneutic circle was not the limit but the antechamber to all enquiry. His opposite number Willard Quine dramatized this dark area as radical translation and with it launched both modern relativism and the terms with which to steer through its costs and benefits and everybody else - karl popper Ludwig Wittgenstein, Thomas Kuhn Paul Feyerabend Norwood Hanson Donald Davidson Nelson Goodman Ernst Gombrich discussed this as the theory-ladenness of perception and launched academic cottage industries around this in history of science ,new art history and cultural studies . Michel Foucault would call the relation between thought and non thought the defining question of the modern era.

Turning his back on the contemporary realities of art and of disciplined enquiry he now names his real adversary – the personification of error :

As a student of Stockhausen I used to believe that if I knew exactly why I was doing something I was composing well. Now I realize that this amounts to confining oneself to manipulating cliché. The rational application of method can at best set up a compositional problem, and with luck solving it will lead one into an area of genuine composition.

The Stockhausen in question had just completed a decade from Plus-Minus up to Aus den Sieben Tagen in which explicit tools for articulating music and unprecedented sound images emerged side by side and eventually becoming synonymous. In this sophisticated context it precisely becomes possible to compose by manipulating cliché – as demonstrated so brilliantly in Hymnen – to use , re organize or disorganize almost any material or imagery by means of manipulative procedure . film makers do not re invent cutting every time they concatenate cliché and literal banalities into the poetics of montage.
And of course :Cage became himself and invented minimalism by deriving unknown outcomes from methodically manipulated cliché

This may seem self-evident, especially to someone involved in the visual arts, but if it is self-evident, why is there so much talk in music of technique AS THOUGH IT WERE TRANSFERABLE? Why is there so little awareness of MUSICAL IMAGE?

How strange this is becomes evident against decades of Andy Warhol transferring technique and procedure from film to print making and back – each time in order to free his art from the dominance and rhetoric of the image. Or jasper johns whose notebooks of the time are filled with koan like prescriptive written techniques which replaced preparatory sketches and which he applied with deliberate indifference across the images in his paintings and sculptures –or the Fluxus artists who always detached techniques for realizing their art from its actual occurrence in order to overcome the commodification of the image

…. Or does it stem from the tacit assumption of many composers (from conservative to radical) that if you MAP a set of values from an extra-musical model (be they numerical proportions…topographical aspect of a landscape…symbols of states of mind…”laws” of nature…) onto an aspect of the music, you have explained it, or worse still, found a rationale for a composition?

Here Volans , believing he is caricaturing Stockhausen from the modulor in Klavierstucke via the mountain profile of Gruppen to the text imagery of Aus den Sieben Tagen actually provides the recipes for Kagels wonderful mappings- fecund and critical precisely for their arbitrary extra musical models that provide both the explanations and rationales for his compositions.

Feldman made it clear that what mattered was NOT A METHOD OF COMPOSITION, BUT AN ATTITUDE TOWARDS MUSIC.

Feldman would certainly step aside and credit Cage with this declaration .and Cage of course had a number of elaborate methods of composition all of which were carefully adhered to in order to demonstrate, fuel and maintain his attitude towards music .

I understand this as involving a feeling (love) for material (”know thy instrument”), an awareness that everything depends on the context (no universal rules for all situations), and a sensitivity to image.
If there are to be no fixed laws of composition, no formal concepts, then musical discussion (even of technique) needs be via imagery –

Assuming that Volans means imagery in a metaphorical musical sense he arrives by a circuitous route at the point Pierre Schaeffer and Herbert Eimert were in the early nineteen fifties when they each asked- one through a vast catalogue and an aural taxonomy and the other through the articulation principles of information theory – how sheer imagery –whether recorded and defamiliarised or generated– can organically engender the appropriate techniques for its use.

Volans ricocheting argument is not however out of momentum- he now reveals the key image that , with its coda on the idiographic space and holism of African music must redeem his ride on the white waters of analogy :

If you dance in the dark, you know exactly WHAT you are doing. WHERE you are and where you are going is less clear. Obviously, some skill is required (in the thirties one danced with a partner and hopefully there were other dancers on the floor). There is a difference between dancing in the dark and stumbling in the dark. WHY you are dancing is an existential question. I can’t think of any good justification for it - one dances for the joy of it and for establishing a relationship with an unseen partner. Only when you make a mistake or when someone turns on the lights does it become a social question. Turning on the lights makes what you are doing public. It also makes you aware of what others are doing. Obviously this has its value, but it carries with it the temptation to compete with others from the point of view of style, at the expense of sensation. You no longer do something for how it feels, but for how it looks.
The struggle to grasp the reality of what you are doing in the dark is easily deflected into competitive display in the bright light of the marketplace. So now I am really beginning to show my wounds.

It is not surprising that an argument based on the primacy of perception should finally focus on the body, claiming it as a foundation and pivot to use all that went before in a qualitatively different way.. Maurice Merleau Ponty had made an influential antitechnological philosophy from just such an edenic body centered perception – as nearby as a shift in attitude– and he like Volans invoked painting at all the crucial steps in its elaboration.

It is here that the really central issue emerges- and perhaps explains each of his strong misreadings of art , ideas and of other composers- in fact his perverse burning of the entire 1986 consensus becomes a kind of Gnostic ash to frame his defining insight.

Volans is letting an extremely elusive cat out of a gossamer bag – for throughout Adorno and Feldman’s tutelary texts- which seem like Cicero next to his rough , sincere early Christian swipes , there is no mention of the body – only of perception, sensation and gesture- the tropes of subject and agent but nothing of the body ,of being a presence. In Adorno’s case this is part of his horrified avoidance of existentialism and particularly of Heidegger’s Dasein- which he goes to the ludicrous lengths of imagining a society of medically assisted immortals to refute.

In Feldman’s case its more complex - when Rudiger Meyer was my studio assistant in the early nineties he endlessly regaled me with recordings of the Feldman -Volans provenance. I still recall his remark- in the middle of Rothko chapel that this was the music of a large guy sitting smoking. More likely something of Clement Greenberg’s pure opticality has infiltrated into Feldmans way of thinking and this kantian doctrine had room only for a perfectly general , transcendentally bound subject as correlate to the artwork. This was Greenberg’s way of getting a formalism and a constructivism out of the most subjective and expressive painters in history .but it did militate against a further doctrine of the body.

Volans did not read Merleau-Ponty – of if he did he ingenuously hid it behind his quaint reliance on Suzanne Langer as the latest word in philosophy but he did read john blacking – as his conclusion makes abundantly clear. Blacking is perhaps the most astonishing musical mind this continent has fostered and under his modest feint of extending Deryck Cooke he is on a deeply piagetian quest to understand what kinds of structure can arise from actions – with such complex actions as dancing having all the potentials - reversibility, transitivity, recursion- to furnish a primary articulation of music and a logic

In any case Volans body- always dancing ahead of the music- is all the argument he needs for a primacy of perception- allowing him to release the tortured pictorialism and to entertain the thought of a perceptual indivisibility of music coupled via the dancing body like a moebius strip to a music which –because it is teachable and learnable- is also therefore articulated

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And at this point the pictorialist Volans and the africanist Volans coalesce- because Blacking’s unraveling of articulation carries with it an entire musical register – a constructivism at permanent right angles to the indivisible duree of movements

It is no coincidence that the problem of primary articulation -folllowing a century of music like a dog – should return at the heart of Volans collapsed sublimation of Stockhausen , Feldman, painting and Darmstadt neue einfachkeit manifesto- and even less co-incidental that ethnomusicology should announces this return.

As the great media historian Freidrich Kittler has shown, music was thrown into crisis by the gramophone- in Edison’s day a recording device- because suddenly an entire circuit of reading and writing of music – a schriebmaschien as intricate and vivid as the culture of the book – found itself doubled by a machine directly writing in sound.

Such sound-writing devices had been Helmholtz tools in proving that the ear possesses receptiveness to consonance and dissonance beyond all chordal convention or orthography- in a word , the ear articulates- and Hornborstel immediately drives this insight home in ethnomusicology by suggesting that half speed playback on the gramophone can sift primary articulations out of the field-recording -too rapid or too arcane for the living ear to notice.

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Transcription- writing from the ear - has to take second place to the time base manipulation of the music image- itself literal but arcane, inextricably mixed with the errors and the grit , the gutturalness and the unique textures of the real . quickly this ability to interrogate the sound shape spawned phonetics- with Troubetskoi statistically, comparatively, siphoning out the phoneme- an articulation finer than any syllable –arranging meaningless atoms of meaning in geometric constellations from deep within the grainy fieldwork of the grooves.

An entire secondary orality springs up around this new medium with its rich and indiscriminate imaging of the real . its currency is the endlessly fertile sound image with its , primary unwritten unsystematic, unconceptual ,immanent , context-heeding articulations which Volans and Feldman and Adorno hallucinate before them in informal painting.

In case there is any doubt that music, ethnography and articulation share a history, Levi- Strauss , who had championed the articulation of continua as the fundamental way to understand how culture arises from nature –wrote in 1964 that music was the supreme mystery of the human sciences and held the key to their progress- why? Because it was a language intelligible to all but untranslatable . if music held the profoundest secrets of articulation and thus of structuralism itself- an articulation in itself inarticulable- it was important to clear its future of false conceptions- and hence his famous critique of Boulez . Umberto eco was wrong to see in this a feud between structural and serial thought for it was in fact a clash between two rival conceptions of articulation- with Boulez ( and all modernists ) believing articulation can occur on a single level and with Levi Strauss retorting that all articulation is either double layered or is fatuous- unable to prevent its own elements from inexorably drifting apart.

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It should also be clear why electronic music- the parameter-morphing successor to the wax cylinder – should provide such a gruesome mirror to the pictoriaists: it grew out of the cold war search for automatic translation and shared its resources with phonologists- those sound image mappers dancing in the dark of high speed soviet transmissions. It inhabited – as cage was quick to realize – a formative borderline with nature and noise- with everything articulation rejected- Rilke poetically grasped this edge in his essay Primal Sound- and there gave birth to expressionist and concrete poetry - when he suggested playing the groove of the foramen magnum on a human skill with a gramophone needle and in Variations V Cage and Tudor have Cunningham dancing in the statistical contingent dark of a dozen tape recorders. Electronic music is the drama of sound shapes melting into spectra and lives not in the image but on the edge of that shore where we grasp our senses through our senses-endlessly jeopardized by unheard fingers of noise, accidentalness and death

And perhaps this is why seeing music with its face and its skull together was too bleak for the pictorilaists , who , like the child who jubilates in the mirror at an mage more coordinated and fascinating than their poor clumsy selves- extolled the idealized potentials of painting- the wondrous mirror of the senses which like film, can edit sensation and freeze it in being for a long time . Kittler argued that film was the medium, the technology , underpinning Lacans realm of the imaginaire- and that fantasy needs no more than the gentle splice to go on forever- in any case he also argued that the gramophone, which records every clumsiness and misprision of the real – is a harbinger of dissolution where images never form except shockingly , as unwelcome as our own voices overheard in a recording- and where we never get the answer to the question of whether my backside looks big in this dress.

Between the imaginary and the real —of if you prefer, as I do– to give them their names in the media network- the film and the gramophone- an entire battle over the future of music rages — an eye replacing an ear and the lost authority of the transcriber returning at the tip of a brush.

July 16, 2009

re-imagining rosebank

Filed under: art, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 7:45 pm

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PROGRAM

LOCATION: ARTS ON MAIN

SATURDAY 18 JULY

BRIEFING: 09:00 – 10:00

WORKSHOP: 10:00 – 12:30

LUNCH: 12:30 – 13:00

ARTS ON MAIN

WORKSHOP 14:00 – 16:00

SUNDAY 19 JULY

WORKSHOP 10:00 – 17:00

LUNCH 12:30

PRESENTATION

FRIDAY THE 31ST JULY at David Krut Projects

TOWARDS CONSCIOUS SPACE – ROSEBANK AFTER THE FALL

This project will tackle the opportunities offered to Rosebank by the advent of the BRT and Gautrain – which we must regard as the most ‘public’ platforms that have been laid down in Joburg, possibly in the last 100 years. These twin developments thus hold critical potential by way of a counteraction to the rapidly privatizing ‘public’ domains of the city, and they merge, crucially, at Rosebank. Rosebank currently shows all the signs of maintaining and amplifying its current fortification – notably, it appears to be entrenching its limiting strategy of ‘quasi-public’ space which is defined, essentially, by Mall type development, and constrained urban access points. The planned demolition of Old Mutual Square is a case in point, as public, historic space is transformed into franchised and controlled space – a huge Edgars store, by which the ‘wall’ of Oxford Road is re-fortified.

The design methodology of the studio will focus around the act of design itself: Enrico takes as his point of interest the identification of certain pivotal moments in the creative thought process. It is undoubtedly true that design-thinking requires an active collaboration between both our rational and our irrational thought processes. Could we see Rosebank, currently, as an extremely limited model of rationality, or even as a historic ideal city? In this sense, Enrico will aim towards experimentation in design thinking: he is interested in looking at creative systems used by actors, by lawyers, by mathematicians and chefs, for example. The aim, here, is to arrive at design proposals which do not in any way re-iterate or re-state the givens, which do not regurgitate the stereotypes: we are looking for design outcomes which may surprise you, and us… Design solutions which are seriously able to re-imagine Rosebank, and which in the process make us able to re-imagine ourselves.

July 10, 2009

peter saul - angela davis (1972)

Filed under: art, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 8:56 pm

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July 4, 2009

jean-pierre de la porte: Architecture before the public

Filed under: jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 10:59 am

South African architecture has been a public art without a public realm: the salons, coffee houses, civic causes, free press, open debates and reasoned consensus of an ideal bourgeoisie never arose except in the unending rehearsals for civic society known as universities.

Even imaginative revolt was a strictly personal matter with Battiss harbouring a republic in his backyard, Preller painting cosmopolitanism in private while Hlungwane addressed multitudes in heaven

For most of their history the South African state and the economy had been too tightly woven together to bother about legitimacy through public opinion.

If a public were sought, who would they have been? the propertied white males? The vaster disenfranchised counterpublic of workers and women? the formless unnameable ‘rural population’ deftly caricatured as Nations?

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Post 1994 policy bundled these potential publics together in an abstract liberal notion of citizenship and began to emancipate the market from the state , creating for the first time the classic conditions for a public realm—a potential arena of debate, an audience for a free press , arbiters of taste , self defining subjects of history, canny, self-interested consumers, collective, dutiful citizens and informed legitimisers of the state .

With all these simple conditions met, South Africa would be a Public

The comedians and satirists were the pioneer settlers in the uninhabited new public realm

From Evita Bezuidenhout to Bitterkomix, from William Kentridge to Barry Hilton the spectrum of humour and irony framed up the possible ways of being South African, well in advance of any takers.

The universities and institutions of knowledge were the next explorers, readjusting their public service to a public yet to come- debating the relevance of curriculum to citizenship, of public access to public good and wondering, as public opinion makers, where to draw the legitimizing line between the state, the marketplace and themselves.

The architects were the third wave to disappear into the future.

Sensing a way to escape the labyrinth of idiosyncratic tastes ( the clients , their own, the whimsical monumentalising states, the feudal, aggrandising corporates) into a realm where architecture might become a public fact like the news, the laws, a marriage or a murder- with an audience, a debate, an evolving consensus, implicit norms and an identity . Architects made their mental trek into the South African public realm by investigating the possible subjects of a new architecture.

Post 94 architects have each acquired the ability to work like dramatists inventing characters- client, user, public and nation personae - that nobody has seen before but which everybody will soon come to see themselves in.

What separates these South African schemes from utopias scattered in the past is that they are not directly imagined buildings of a different social condition.

Instead, like novelists who imagine their ideal reader or composers looking for a perfect player, a very specific architectural enactor is called up first , an indivisible client- user-critic- public, a potent, detailed fiction from which the building is later carefully unfolded.

Who exactly are these dense interlocutors of the new architectural imagination? They are certainly not derived from aesthetic experience, for the post 94 idiom displays a Duchampian literalness, art-brut .tectonics and a militant unadornedness.

It is as if proof by senses were too individual, too suggestive of taste or multiculturally contested to be part of that character weaving the New Public

Instead, aesthetic judgement has been replaced by an extremely nuanced and informed historical imagination.

New kinds of sceptical .archivists have recovered the past , repopulating every space in the new South Africa with exact spectres of the dispossessed, the voiceless and misconstrued, resurrecting,-with unavoidable pathos- the right and claims of vanished people to determine the shape and fate of the new public realm.

When South African New Architecture discloses its imagined enactor, it is always constructed of these dense layers of historical and contextual events.

South African civic awareness is an archaeological dig, a forensic, ethical search in which the living try to understand what the dead might ask for in the present

The new architectural imagination is thus as much at home with the dead as with the client , finding finer contours of the public realm in past lives lived without access to it rather than in its speculative and embattled present.

Paralleling the new historiography and relaying it into architecture is Spatial Geography, polemically mixing registers and sources.

This voracious discipline sceptically erodes the political and juridical norms of the public realm that arose in 1994 – and thereafter endlessly recycled by bureaucrats, city administrations and the state.

The adventurous spatial deftness of new South African public buildings -their witty critiques of monumentality - owes much to the deadpan irony of social geographers making the struggles, stakes and different underlying tempos of public space imaginable to design.

New art history, visual culture studies and their artist exponents fortify the claims to public recognition of countercultures, minorities and identities in dissent.

A weapon against the commercial media (a Pandora’s Box of passive leisure and consumer incentive opened by the devolution of state media) these new visual critiques deepen the understanding of what an existence free of cliché and coercion in the public realm might be.

Through a dialogue with this coming visual sensibility the New Architects have been able to fit themselves with a sense of facilitating identities in place of their lost aesthetic mode, allowing them to better imagine how the coming publics want to see, feel, move and be seen-without caricature, prejudice or persuasion- in their bid for recognition.

Sparse as it is, the public realm is neither free, benign nor homogenous.

The luminous personae imagined within the New Architecture belong to a deeply dysfunctional family

Corporates deform the public realm by creating direct feudal-style relations to the state , tying legislation change to the immediate private ends of the market- the rash of inane and unwanted housing developments being the tip of this iceberg of professional lobbyists, spin doctors, and loophole seekers.

Covert corporate-state relations are not likely to foster enlarged public debate until they strip-mine a nature reserve or build a nuclear reactor downtown

New SA Architects remain wholly deprived of the overt relations between commercial and public interests that made London or New York possible.

Non Governmental Organisations filled the vacuum of state welfare delivery and have become the self-appointed spokespersons for citizens needing state assistance.

Much of the irrationality of public housing is due to ‘representative organisations’ rechanneling what should have been an inaugurating public debate on the undoing of separate development and reparative reurbanisation.

Until the welfare state becomes accessible to its citizens again, South African architects will be deprived of their engagement with the deepest defining issue of the Modern Movement and its critics- public housing.

The media were transformed from a state tool into a commercial market and, despite public service pledges, have constantly narrowed their obligation to public information and open debate.

The forced march through fordism to passive consumerism and a credit economy was accompanied by all media promulgating lifestyle and commodity cults.

The consumer taste for living in Provence after hours testifies to this image-driven trade in exile from public life

Built equivalents of Hummers and porn-movie sets are the norm, making domestic buildings that are not compounds of fantasy seem ascetic and deeply eccentric

A freely lived personal life becomes architecturally unimaginable in the optic of Reality TV- New South African architects are set an impossible quest for an architecture of privacy beyond the invading form of the commodity.

Corporate positioning, paternalistic public administration and manipulative media are not new to South Africa but such twists in the plot of architecturally imagined public life are becoming surprisingly vulnerable to adverse publicity and unmasking, their power being based on our silence.

Engaging with the present along the narrow line of an imagined public , the new South African architects have done something without precedent - they have stilled architecture and themselves in order to redraw another, entirely conjectured, public being- part logical, part empirical -whose best image is scattered amongst 150 or so schemes and others yet to come.

If these often puzzling works have a present identity, it is as weapons in the growing skirmishes of ideas, experiences and values that unexpectedly define the public realm-, lighting a little of its future and sounding the deep silence of its present..

New Architecture in South Africa might consolidate into an art of wrenching counterfactual imagination, no longer primarily spatial or visual like its predecessors but like theatre , film or novel , able to derive new forms of the public through new forms of the personal..

South African architecture died to itself in order to live as an ideal public story- the generation under fifty is chapter one in its telling.

karlheinz stockhausen and herman hesse

Filed under: music, literature, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 10:56 am

When Stockhausen was 20, he wasn’t sure what he was going to be. If anything, he suspected he might become a writer, and he even spent one summer break writing a novel about the life of Humayun, the Mughal Emperor. Less than two weeks into the writing process, with the set of brass balls only Stockhausen could possess, he sent some samples of his writing, including a few poems to Hesse, who had won the Nobel Prize just three years earlier. Accompanying the samples was a six-page handwritten letter which is a stunning revelation of Stockhausen’s frame of mind:

Dear Mr. Hesse,

That I finally worked up so much courage to choose this means in order to speak to you, I will perhaps come to understand one day later in life, and I believe—were I to gaze into a mirror, it would be found out—that my cheeks are burned scarlet, as though they had been whipped. It may be shame, desperate shame, or a clattering fragmentation of an unconsciously confident, trusting naivete, of a salvaged, forgivable boyish atmosphere. Forgive me nothing, not even the salutation “dear sir,” if you deem it to be immature impertinence. I cannot help but become calmer, once having taken the fatal step.

Why I wanted to write you, I have known at no point in time more exactly, to tell the truth. It may be that I could tell this unfathomable thing to my mother, but she has passed on; I do not even know whether she would have summoned up an understanding for my idle prattling—if so, it would have been for the first time: Where are the dead, who would understand us best? Though she did not relish all this, [she] must really have been very wise, as she voiced the opinion one night in the year 1933: in the loft is Heaven, in the cellar, Hell; at that time I had counted almost five yearly cycles—yet now I no longer know whether Heaven is not Hell and that time is not timelessness. However, this worries me less (I am certainly too stupid, to recognize despairingly that one cannot know anything); what torments much more is the certainty of still not being accepted, of being smiled at, of being absolutely misunderstood. And my father just didn’t understand it at all, as I believed him to know. Might it perhaps be different now, if he were not rotting in some moldy wartime hole in the ground? So there remains the sieved coagulation of people, whom I allowed to force themselves on me yesterday and aforetimes—they have all had enough of associating with each other, just as have I with any of them.

This is the letter of a boy who has lost everything and had nothing come along to fill the void. The mental distress that Stockhausen is under is starkly clear, and in August of 1949, he wasn’t so much reaching out to the Nobel laureate for writing tips as he was searching for a father figure, someone to help him finish the job of forming his personality:

forgive me, if in relation to liberty I cast you in a special role and begged something of you—it is the happiest feeling, the most beautiful experience of all mysteries: ‘that love is woven through everything,’ if one can ask a great man for something. In the distance the ‘ability’ is given to me, you have called me with your thoughts…I write down for you now some of my ungainly, most secret endeavours; please, grant me also this impossible effort and say just one word, if they withstand your examination.

Karlheinz Stockhausen
Music student in Cologne

Earlier in the letter, he explains that Hesse’s works seem to him like “thought-islands” which rise up above their author. This is an early iteration of a concept that would be so fundamental to Stockhausen’s work: that his music is greater than its composer and originates from a higher source.

We will unfold this concept in other discussions. However, as we bring this brief survey of Stockhausen’s career to a close, we are only further compelled to look at the way in which Hesse responded to the young composer.

First off, he dismissed out of hand the idea of reading Stockhausen’s writing samples. He wrote, “I am 72 years old, have had eye trouble for years, and am overloaded every day to the point of exhaustion. As for reading manuscripts, this is out of the question.”

But to this sprawling, desperate letter from a completely unknown student, he wrote a generous, deeply empathetic one-and-a-half page reply:

It will be best if I say to you in plain words how your letter has pleased me.

What has pleased me is your gift, it promises something: it is not that of a man of letters but that of a poet.

What has also pleased me is the sincerity with which you seek to make clear to yourself and to me the problems of your life and of your generation. Together with that gift, it is something positive and beautiful.

…What has not pleased me…is much about the tone of your letter which reminds me of what the foreigner imagines as “German youth”: something extravagant and enamored of pain and desperation, “Faustian” and therefore philosophically Existential, which we foreigners don’t think much of. This youth, intoxicated with tragedy and greatness, was once, when he roamed about with backpack and guitar, half comical and half charming. Soon afterwards, however, he became excellently adapted to warfare: conquering, torturing, and other activities, which we likewise do not think much of.

Something else about your letter which does not please me has more to do with the universal—that which you have in common with your generation—than with the individual. It would make me happy therefore if you would direct all your energy to shaping and bringing to maturity that which is individual, unique, and beautiful in you, and to diminishing as much as possible the other, collective thing, or at least to distrust it; it is a dowry without much value.”

With pinpoint precision, Hesse dissects not only the issues that Stockhausen faces in forging an identity in the wake of so much loss but all of post-war Germany. Hesse has little tolerance for self-pity. One of the masters in The Glass Bead Game is blacklisted from giving private lessons to pupils because he has a tendency towards melancholy (maybe even thoughts of suicide). Such indulgences must be avoided in Hesse’s world view, and certainly cannot be passed on to students!

But the real kernel of truth that shaped Stockhausen in that letter is Hesse’s urging to cast off any sense of the universal, any sense that he shares a common lot with the rest of his generation. Instead, he pushes Stockhausen to focus on what sets him apart, what makes him an individual voice, and if there is one singular trait of Stockhausen’s writing, it is the uniqueness of his voice.

For the next year, the two stayed in correspondence. Stockhausen openly referred to Hesse as his teacher at one point, and after he had submitted some of his poems to a publisher in October of 1949, Hesse sent him a remonstrance via postcard:

It does not please me that you want to earn money right away with your manuscripts. You have the good fortune to be able to do this with music and thus keep your poetical activities away from this area. If music is more sacred for you than poetry, perhaps then you can earn your bread by writing for newspapers, etc., but that means at the same time a farewell to poetry.

In 1950, the following year, the spiral of Stockhausen’s life work would begin.

The farewell to his teacher came on September 22, of that year. He apologizes for his “helpless bawling”, and he thanks Hesse for helping him to form his personality, the same personality which would be such an elemental force in shaping so much of 20th century culture.

Stockhausen uses another metaphor of organic growth to describe the transformation that Hesse cultivated. He compares his newly formed personality to a crystal, formed from the salt of his tears:

“I stumbled over it, when I stole secretly into my garden, whereas my foot stepped nimbly over the other stones…

…Very, very dear do I hold the great, crystalline stone today. You have thrown it to me, and it has blossomed like an eternal rose. Thanks be to you, and thanks be to the God of grace, who let me stumble over it.”

Karlheinz Stockhausen in the Cologne Studio

the site in quetion is at http://www.analogartsensemble.net/labels/Karlheinz%20Stockhausen.html

July 1, 2009

Mantra and its Mirrors

Filed under: music, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 8:24 pm


Mantra is a pivot between the great cycle of process-plan pieces of the sixties –
Plus- Minus, Prozession , Stop, Pole , Spiral- and the formula derived compositions Inori, Sirius and the twenty seven hours of Licht.

Karlheinz Stockhausen was early acquainted with European pioneers of cybernetics such as Raymond Ruyer, Viktor von Weisacker and Gotthard Gunther as well as the famous shape-shifted organisms of Wentworth D’arcy-Thompson.

He often spoke of writing a piece that would reproduce, mutate itself and even expire according to transformative rules – a kind of musical DNA or cellular automaton in sound.

Mantra realizes this ideal of an endlessly self-replicated , adaptive and responsive musical event fully for the first time in the history of music.

The thirteen characteristics of the Mantra ( please scan and reproduce it on the cover) are like genes which may be expressed, switched on and off, according to context . The ring modulators (which are radio derived circuits for multiplying sounds by one another) and the sine wave generators (which are the minimal expressions of tone) provide the thirteen contexts, the spectral environments and sonic landscapes which the Mantra DNA explores by means of intervallic augmentations and diminutions. The way Mantra unfolds is by recursion- the application of parts of the Mantra formula to itself.

Recursion would become the great scientific and philosophical theme of the eighties, with Douglas Hofstadter’s Godel Escher Bach showing that the limits of knowledge and the nature of consciousness were aspects of recursiveness and Steven Wolframs A New Kind of Science showing that simple recursive patterns in a few lines of programming code could model every process in the universe. Both of these vastly influential arguments could have been derived directly from Stockhausens Mantra, which founds their new picture of nature and experience a decade before on purely musical phenomena.

Mantra is a Hubble telescope of style , looking very far back and forward into Stockhausens aims. The ring modulator was an early device in the electronic music studio for enriching the pure sine tones that made up the first explorations of artificial sonic space. Stockhausen would use it to realize his ambition of uniting the precision of the studio world with the dexterity of the orchestral world in Mixtur, projecting scattered orchestral groups onto a blended electronic screen . The ring modulator would function symbolically to merge and mix traditional musics in Telemusik , a utopian model of all encompassing, non-homogenizing musical society and again as cosmopolitan gesture speculatively linking nations ,peoples ,noises and ideologies in Hymnen.

In Mantra, by contrast, the ring modulator becomes a distinguishing device, making defined harmonic planes around each note of the formula: virtual spectra containing grades of dissonance and harmonic direction , marked by the entry of the Crotales and bracketed by the hunting glissandi of the sine waves.

Procedurally, Mantra reactivates Formel- a formula composition from the early fifties which Stockhausen withdrew as naive and would later , thanks to Mantra, come to view as a precursor to Licht.

Mantra is the beginning of Stockhausens own self revision- the Klavierstucke are mined for their gesture and drama and purged of their commitment to serial variation:.the brutalism of Microphonie One and Two is framed and led by the articulate blueprint of the pianos;. the intuitive listening and reacting of Spiral and Aus den Sieben Tagen are recreated as two soloists probing the zones and turbulences of an electronic cloud gathering above them. Soon Trans would in turn revise Mantra, rewriting its electronic wall into a chromatic screen of strings and Inori would colour the formula itself with minute orchestral dynamics and spectra in place of the hallucinatory electronic multipliers.

Stockhausens legacy is hardly explored because such exploration is neither benign nor simple. Now ,as in his lifetime, his work engulfs whatever is set beside it - leading some closest to him to take refuge in a new obscurantism of plain surfaces or eclectic forays into pre-fifties modernism.

Most composers split his oeuvre into ‘their’ Stockhausen- always of the fifties and the sixties, already canonical and easily tied to the safely-spent task of culminating Modernism- and the ‘other’ Stockhausen from Mantra to Licht and Klang- usually vilified or pathologised by the pundits of his ‘classic’ works - an aberration induced by mysticism, seclusion, vulgarity or worse.

This is equal to dismissing Schonberg’s works after opus 22 as degenerate or Picasso as conservative following the break with Braque. Every performance of Mantra is indispensable to breaking the spell of these revisionists , demonstrating that Stockhausen – never young- became his own successor at forty two, emancipating the shadow of his own earlier music and that of his colleagues. This performance of Mantra is a depth charge to map some of the extent of his lengthening shadow. Many live in his enclaves, none have glimpsed his boundaries.

May 18, 2009

Second Johannesburg Art Fair : to the end of the tunnel of white light

Filed under: art, special project on internet art, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 7:37 pm

The most banal Marxist would be vindicated by the return of the Fair: Art finally demonstrating economic determinism- but instead of textbook forces and relations of production the Crunch has bared a speculative market with scarce momentum within a bursting bubble

The overlit drywall labyrinth at first seemed more like the Chicago stockyard than a desolate trading floor , with confused, harried and self-conscious beasts ( in their hearts minotaurs) stampeding past hundreds of little downscale morsels -the buy one get one free stockingfillers of hedging galleries.

Even the constitutionally unflappable impresario and publisher Brendon Bell –Roberts forgot to put on his jacket and tie for the opening, urgently corralling foreign journalists and herding German video crews in his beach attire until late in the evening.

The intelligent Arts and Culture MEC Barbara Creecy delivered a starting signal and benediction from the balcony but nobody heard - down below the dazed pack browsed on remorselessly , stood glowering across bargain finds or jostled to establish taste-turfs and clades united in art-savvy.

I was witnessing random stampedes as response to the drying landscape of post-speculative art. All around were scattered the Tulip bulbs and Kruger Rands of recent South African history. Were we already in the tar pits of the future? Would our excavationist heirs be able to read the sequence of extinctions most clearly here?
Would art ever take place in Gauteng again once it could no longer be equated with money?

In any mass cataclysm the swift, small and lean radiate out into the vacated niches ; some candidates – still shrews and voles- were the art centres , wrongly classed as community but in fact filled with young highly individualist eyes with nothing to lose except the chains of patronage. Next to these refreshing stalls were the other potential survivors, the publishers, fast mutating all kinds of affordable access to something more important than South African art- the terms in which to discuss it

Back into the fray past a hyperbolic Astroturf machine latching on to the pathos of Zimbabwe as if it were Roswell. I see Bacons sybilline shadows have become a 3D bird in quarantine but then I notice the label and the perplexed security guards, hired for literal effect and it shrinks to a one liner.- Do dictators ever go away without carefully choosing their successors? Any adult knows they don’t. The spectators are extremely confused, is this so valuable then that it must be guarded 24-7? Or is it dangerous? At this point the Tsvangirai exemplification collapses, The only danger I sense is of this plodding rebus of a commodity engulfing its message.

My herd charges on- I think every path is equally promising in a market where all bets are off . My mall- somnambulism is shattered by a familiar face- the inspiring architect Sarah Calburn- she has bought something- this is important experimental data – it seems a square canvas of Richter confetti but it is actually a view of debris floating up from the Helderberg disaster by a descendant of one of its victims.

Being tall I see far into my herd- bureaucrats and plutocrats mingle and trade opinions at top decibel. . Trailing them are dealers trying to be cool and in turn being cooled to by the mark- its an hilarious clipped, coded exchange filled with the euphemisms of illicit trade- its kind of retro- yes, I have even more retro!- is it relevant or is it camp?- I don’t want to seem breathless, you know? Come to the gallery I have what you need.

I pass William Kentridge- we greet each other knowingly - were both perplexed thinking about the same thing - hes wondering where the security of taste has gone and I m wondering why it never went sooner.
My usually cold heart goes out to him, because he’s the victim of both fawning and ambush marketing on this occasion - to the latter some early middle aged men billed as punks/autonomists/new bohemians have popped a facetious cap in his ear- a huge deliberately inept portrait of the celebrated artist hangs between other pilloried figures:. The Poor Mans Picasso ( id have thought the Perennially Concerned Mans Chagall )
Poor William is figured as Frankenstein’s monster, complete with up to date neck stud , not bolt. On his brow the Hollywood real estate sign. Semiojunk is arrayed with painstaking casualness on this mannerist portrait- another of the shows many metaphorical exemplifications––in it today’s avuncular and Wildean personage looking as haunted and driven as he did in his youth
Perhaps the blokishly named Avant Car Guards have painted the portrait of Dorian Gray?

While musing on this potential showdown between punked up Fluxus and nineteen eighties New York I wonder how many apart from Hunter Thompson, Frank Zappa or Dieter Roth managed to make a career and a canon in the difficult trope of facetiousness.
The coming crossfire between dancing enclavist Cinderzille and Shrek-stereotyped Zuma would pale this ad hominem parrying in the art world by absurdly raising the stakes

My herd sweeps me to a faux oasis styled as a corporate lounge- not only rugby has Boxes. Somehow marketers have belatedly sensed that art is a good thing to flatter the intelligence of clients . I wonder though what the eager neophyte clutching a free pass makes of this essential-services-only leprosy town of the Crash?
Dealers are moaning all around me , is this the field hospital? The crowds are down
( not from where I was standing) the works are more conservative ( not really just sliced like street pizza) the whales are absent ( yes I never saw the high rollers and kingmakers on the floor- maybe some secret preview was the scoop time for the T-Rex buyers and the real patrons?) should we tour this art as a circus of exotica and ex exotica overseas? Have we over farmed the local turf? Do we hedge into books, prints movies and records/?In their eyes the same questions: how do we restart the bubble? Where is the next insanely great thing? Can a share portfolio on a diet be a model for art collecting?

I see a schedule of talks by very interesting people, not the usual carnival barkers of the boosterism circuit. I wish these speakers were around now to deliver commentary on the market adjustment. I hear later that the talks were excellent but attended by the same faithful core that supports every interesting thing on the Johannesburg horizon: maybe the sons and daughters of the real ,invisible audience who bought editions from Goldblatt when he sold them door to door or supported the obscure Preller, Villa or Battiss ? the great intelligent amateur is temporarily in shadow, outshone for the while by the naked rich and their investment advisers

Back in the stream past a taxidermic totem and disgruntled jazz men carrying music stands away from another eclectic pancultural cross-promotion. In the same spirit of indiscriminateness I see some fine Lucian Freuds of poultry and some Lorrain landscapes drenched in Marmite with Jasper John’s ruler calibrating one of their antiqued surfaces and I realise that if the Titanic were an academy the iceberg would sink.

A familiar face- Joni Brenner, the brilliant ghostbuster of likenesses I don’t see her work on the show- this has the galleries finally pegged for nostalgiststs- one last Reaganomic binge of Extra Outsize Works before the diet. I walk over with her to my publisher, intent on selling him on a monograph about this fanatically discriminating artist.. She seems like Joan of Arc among tired mercenaries, picking like an anorexic at molecules of interest here and there – a blind swimmer like her mentor Karel Nel, oblivious to the general bêtise of fame, retinues and trading. The herds and their drovers would certainly cull her if they didn’t superstitiously fear the judgement of posterity or the logic of ground floor investment.

On the periphery the hunt goes on. The shy first timers enter the milking stalls filled with the high priest snobbery and resonant knowingness of the dealers – but suddenly the place seems filled with friendly franchise salesmen touting the many benefits of art to nuisance investors scared off shares. Little ways of getting your toe wet without risking too much are the order of the day -Art as a gateway drug? Some twentysomethings with their first real jobs are boasting about what they would eventually buy. Somehow art is now a good thing alongside supplements, homeopathic cures, cycling, Tai chi and organic sunscreen, a naieve aspirational buy like Alfa Romeos or Audi TTs . The old timers who bought South African art because they gave a damn about the public realm from which it sprang and which it addressed are either dead or risen to the august business of being collectors with advisors and archivists and the whole deadening retinue of managers of the value form.

Im seized on the arm by Mark Erasmus, a smart and intense young artist whom I once taught briefly - he never went along the academic path of grooming and patronage but negotiated the oddities and non-sequiters of nineties art intuitively, affecting a self styled plebeian eye. He shuttles between the avocation of a house paint expert and a painter of obsessive grids. If anything he is a disciplined punk, a daredevil -unstoppable , massively odd and typical of the intelligence on the outside looking in. He doesn’t want to own anything, he simply wants to make things: a poor man endlessly devising his own collection.

I begin to edge along the crowds- the view from the escape routes is interesting- I pass the giant tapestries- are the castles of the arriviste really this drafty? The bronzed editions and photorealist ceramics are eerily like Lourdes memorabilia or expensive Milagri ( are noses so in need of blessing? Did coke or cosmetic surgery ravish swinging Johannesburg like a plague ?) I try to carry on this reduction to a dumbed down demotic eye rigorously, looking to find the crudity that might unlock all this commercial refinement as wit. I think of the gags that Danto might append to objects so often obsequious, scrupulously absorbable and flattering of the harmless average social concern but the toothpick of Hans Haacke would be needed to dislodge the webs of patronage, ownership, speculation and scarcity that boost South African art in its bid for the Big Time . The eerie aspect of a stock market settles over this white hall- one where stammering metaphysical commodities have taken the place of invisible tokens of value

Some ad men are talking nearby, their spouses gathered at a macabre ceramic table filled like Caligula’s dustbin with exact ceramic bones , something like the white painted apples and milk bottles popular in the seventies. There is nothing edgy here- its not in the gnarl… well that giant pencil was pretty gnarly- I wonder if it works ?

It must be distressing for a vocation that has ransacked the avant-garde for decades to find the artists of the present consensus merely dishing back up to them the one liners, trite smartnesses, libidinal glibness and attenuated political correctness of their own ads

I remind myself to be serious but by now im far too in touch with my inner philistine: how deeply can you sympathise with bullish dealers finally confronted with the limit of the Bubble? How many more awestruck , naive apprenticeships to Richter, Kokoschka or Dumas can we still witness ? how many more tired ironies , creaky gags and facelifted facetiousnesses are there out there?

Pucker up- maybe this Frankfurt moment is caused by wearing the wrong shoes Feuerbach famously said a chair was the greater part of understanding art and here we are swept along like Korean pilgrims in the Vatican

There are some outstanding luminous things here- the calligrams apostrophising Derrida alongside Camus ( the two also-rans of successive philosophical generations seen from afar in a pictogram) the Bitterkomix frames now Dickless in Gaza , the droll invoice the overgrown punks drew up for the soi disant art world , the Nel screen parked in the corner like a princess awaiting deportation in a swine carriage. I try to imagine the mixtures that would be primed if a film fair were superimposed on this event instead of the fast food franchise award upstairs ( King Pie swept the boards ) or if a new music festival took place throughput the weekend in the echoing stalls. Perhaps the volatility of this is unthinkable to the Zillaesque hygienic public relations mentality of the promoters – art out of place is dirt.

I see up ahead a labile art world person known for uncontrolled public harangues – my childish dream of a mute amnesic experience of the fair scatters - in my mind I feel like Siegfried about to confront Alberich or Roosevelt facing one of those Japanese stalwart troops who fought on for three extra decades . I demur these historical re-enactments and slip away from the grimacing anachronism into the night. Beside me is Connie Malusi who modestly insists he’s running a spaza somewhere in Sandton- will you have space in your high rise container for this art? His wry polite smile says it all.

Jean-Pierre de la Porte

January 10, 2009

APOCALYpTIC WHISPERS – THE GRAIN OF THE UNIVERSE, FROM TURNER TO NEL

Filed under: art, jean-pierre de la porte — ABRAXAS @ 7:56 pm

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Maitreya

Our idea of system, along with our broadest grasp of ourselves and the universe, is inseparable from our conception of a motor: something that contains its own power source, hot and cold poles, circulation and reservoirs. (1) Steam-engines, which poetically framed a coming world, taught from their onset that disorder grows alongside force; that every conversion is inefficient, spilling heat beyond itself to be cosmically hoarded until it turns the universe tepid and inert. (2) This heat-death – an apocalyptic theme of nineteenth century science – also whispered the irreversibility of time; of our inability to rewind the being of the universe because inescapable random heat would efface its structure as we retrieved it.

Let it not be said that this is an arcane technological matter: the entire symphonic genre from Beethoven to Bruckner explores nothing but temporary stabilities, fluid bridges and self-couplings across this newly sensed and deeply dissipative time. (3) Dvorak’s love of steam engines is more totemic than quaint and Xenakis would conclude that thermodynamics could have been deduced entirely from nineteenth century musical phenomena. (4)

Literature diligently responded to the cosmic rule of hot and cold. George Eliot and Zola dispersed the epic into life-cycles: plots became vortices swept upstream by new reservoirs and downstream by their own loss and turbulence. Proust, as surely as Bergson or Heidegger, showed that a temporary truce with ongoing extinction had replaced our confident ability to say ‘I’. (5)

Before Turing and Von Neumann (6) turned the great boilers into memory stores, the furnaces into cathodes and the valves into relays choked in noise instead of heat, it was Klee who showed the inevitability of this shift.

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Paul Klee in his studio

His Bauhaus notebooks discover the concept of information; that a picture is structured entirely by the number of questions we may ask about it and that the best artists are the most enduring questioners. (7) Klee spoke of energies, signs, forces and meanings equally as befits somebody pragmatically meshing heat to noise and work to signal before science could begin to articulate this. The devil’s pact of the nineteenth century was to use local disorder to pre-empt total disorder – the thermostat was as much Cézanne’s and Van Gogh’s resource as Freud’s. Klee remoulded this technique of distortion into its radical premises, seeking the black box that would allow him to coax a temporary language out of the shimmering background of unknowns and noise.

Karel Nel is always at his most powerful when confronting the black box. (8) His precise personality thrives on noise, loss, dissipation and the archipelagos leave in their wake. His first exhibited work was the grainy frottage of an obliterated word on a British railway platform.

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Karel Nel, Chitta (Mind the step)

He sunk coloured geometric constructions into hazy layers of crude paper made on his floor. He generalised such lessons in ambitious works whose sole stimulus was optic noise found behind shut eyelids and pressed eyeballs.

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Karel Nel, Saw B State

He explored dark immediacy with the inventiveness of an addict. He maps invisibility, vibrations, rapports beyond number, instantaneous discharges and infinities – a harrowing disorientation of an eye in purely aural space, passing silently beyond the certainties of his peers.

It is obvious, if unremarked, that Nel became himself by exploring the great border between the consuming world of fire and its successor – the cold fire of intelligence. This manifest in evanescent forms borne on gusts of disorder and infinite mountains depolarised into lightning and sense. Nel translates Shannon, the founder of information theory (9), as precisely as Turner, translates Sadi-Carnot (10), the founder of thermodynamics.

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Karel Nel, mural sketch, Phaedries, San du Plessis Theatre, Bloemfontein

It is not surprising that an artist this skilled in the drama of signal and noise should appeal to cognitive and perceptual scientists deciphering the shimmers of eidetic structure. Physicists – the virtuosos of knowledge captured at the extremes of cosmically hot or cold, unimaginably large or small – were also drawn to his fruitful journeys through the wall of noise.

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Red Latent Light

It is possible that Nel’s varied scientific interlocutors glimpse in him the traditional virtues of geometry, calculus or group-theory – all grappling hooks for scaling the void. Nel’s work is a kind of scientific memento-moré, marking the only real drama in science: to wrench a confirmation of knowledge momentarily from the jaws of noise. Perhaps future sensibility will see Nel alongside Xenakis, Alexander and Wolfram – creators of a contemporary ethno-mathematics; of the rich bodily and perceptual heuristics from which fleeting experiences of order might emerge. (11)

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Blueprint Table House

It seems remarkable that this young sculptor, entranced by folk art, Buddhism, Duchamp and Klee, should emerge as a poet and chronicler of several sciences. This harmony is incomprehensible only to those who deny that the twentieth century was the great coda of the nineteenth. The nineteenth century will one day seem the absolute consolidation of history and present, near and far, esoteric and banal – the replacement of the encyclopaedia with the vast heterogeneity of the museum, of Diderot with Ruskin and of Kant with Nietzsche. This unification of the diverse – whether metaphysical in Hegel or spectacularly personal in Mahler – was an exploration of an utterly general system, traced first in the dynamics of heat. (12)

The commitment to this shared system was the profound bond between the last two centuries as both parsed the broadest resonances across knowledge and experience in the same form. Only scale distinguishes the framework of the steam engine from that of the computer. In every other respect Carnot and Shannon, Gibbs and Renyi will be identical to posterity. (13)

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Bowl of Isles

Living inside a model that began by speaking of the death of the cosmos and ended by talking of the birth of meaning, it is not surprising that Nel should have his Oceanic currencies and Tizio lamps where Turner once had his wooden ships and iron locomotives: Turner’s hot furnaces matching Nel’s cold metaphysical fires; Turner’s oceans anticipating Nel’s skies of dust. The great pivot of Gauguin stands between them, never sure of whether he was voyaging in space or in style.

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Transitional Figure Dreaming

Nel’s recent work presents an intuition of order in formats too vast, unexpected or hidden to grasp. It is not surprising that this habitual traveller between islands should contemplate paths in vast spaces. His notebooks are filled with delicate, acutely observed scrolls of his journeys. Something of the concern with vast orientation is dramatised by disorientingly large, granular and directionless surfaces.

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Places without names 2

His moves across such ensnaring terrains of dust, shards, shreds or stains by means of sequences of small, wholly intuitive connections. His place-making in a void is free of all reliance on precedent, apart from some greatly amplified details of his earlier images. It possesses a threatening archaism, characteristic of departures which lack obvious echoes in the canon. Here Nel recalls the protagonist of Antonioni’s Blow Up (14), wonderfully detached yet driven to see something existing in the photograph which eludes experience. Both are living out perplexity while improvising channels in the vortex of noise, grain and dust.

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Circuit

In this decade, Nel is not dealing with blindness but with the forces that blind. His deeply interlocking axonometrics, potential images and interchange patterns give way to anisotropic surfaces, (15) phantoms resurrected from behind the picture plane and vast origamis of coal, salt or slurry. Nel has abandoned the Kandinskian playground of blindsight (16) for the overwhelming task of presenting the darkness itself.

He has acted out a conversation with space in which the surprisingly, impulsive mark of information seems to occur without destroying or muting earlier layers of gesture. These works from the Status of Dust onward are perhaps the purest expression yet of the idea that form or meaning – in this case they are the same – arise as detours around noise and interference. Yet nothing really prepares the spectator for these exact imprints of shaped noise – more intimate than any darkness – or for their proposition that the cosmic grain is the same – whether sparking in closed eyes, crackling in the ears or fluctuating in the spectra of glowing cosmic dust.

The 2 Square Degrees project possesses a pre-established harmony with Nel. Its battles with statistical circumscription, endless diffraction and loss, extreme faintness and inevitable grain seem like a fictional Thomas Pynchon reprise, dramatising all attempted by Nel since Status of Dust. (17) The astronomer and the artist find themselves strangely aligned in trying to stare down darkness, equipped only with the rudimentary manipulations of signal granted to both. The real mystery is how a single photon in the eye unfolds into a distant rim of the cosmos in one case, and a luminous wash of salt in the other.

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the brilliance of darkness

Nel’s work within the exotic cartography of this project is not to re-render what computers, lenses and photodiodes alone can see. The numinousness of these visions of ultimate distance could not survive retelling in any art. It depends on the drama of actual photons and other radiations from often extinct stars, making a single actual journey to earth to intersect with their proxy observer namely a photovoltaic plate. The actual, causal transcription of these immense gossamers takes place in two darknesses: in the night – in the invisibility of x-ray or radio detectors – and in the impenetrable technical darkness of exchanges between photodiodes and software codes. Nel’s work with this project is not a vision of the sky but an internal map of the flows of information, conjecture and processing that make up the most artificial object of all: nature rendered loquacious in the laboratory.

Cosmology is driven by the most pressing agenda of physics. It reconciles relativity-derived theories of the macro scale with the quantum conceptions of the unimaginably small or brief from which the universe escaped or arose. The poles of this unified theory – which cosmology either refutes of confirms with each of its chapters – are without common measure in everyday experience. The evidence which astronomers collect is shaped by the best current restatement of many theories. Their tools are not human sensory prostheses as much as theories materialized in geometry, chemistry or programming codes. It is quite likely that the object of astronomy can no longer be understood on the model of experience. Instead it is an exotic derivative of the concepts and apparatus used to glean stochastic pattern from a tornado of noise.

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Karel Nel at Subaru Observatory

Nel closes the cycle between Faraday’s, Maxwell’s and Turner’s fiery cosmos and its reincarnation (18) as the most delicate of signals in a channel endlessly retrieved from noise. Nel shows us a cosmos which is not an underlying order but a slim agenda in the passages travelled between disparate spaces, orders of being and times. It is a universe, not of the observer, but of the traveller, the bridge-maker or the translator.

There is really no difference between Nel’s voyaging to islands as a scholar and curator and the frames he builds around the illegible answers murmured by the stars. Both require radical translation, immense tact, the ability to hold patterns in abeyance and an unyielding suspension of judgement. Perhaps all knowledge is undergoing a change from a world that can be captured to one which can only be questioned in passing and intermittently listened to. The encyclopaedia gives way to the travel diary. In turn, knowledge becomes less interrogation than request, closer to prayer or gambling than to annexure.

Nel’s responses to the 2 Square Degrees project are different sections sliced into its socio-technical machine. He has given us an image, not of experience beyond construction, but of a knowledge unthinkable except as a construction. The result is less of a cosmic image than a blueprint of the deft transformations and artifice needed to make reliable knowledge in a noisy, dissipative universe drawn on the arrow of time. The great lesson of 2 Square Degrees is that the world in which we live is not the same as the world in which we enquire. Nel’s great lesson is that there is no difference between artefacts of knowledge and their counterparts in galleries and museums. Each are tools of world-making, probing along paths for which there is no easy measure. These worlds are available to feeling or to knowing by simple changes in form – not content. Nel’s profound skill is to make forms and gestures in which the emotions begin to function cognitively, making intimate paths through fact by simply altering the tools of science or culture; making the black box work, for a moment, in reverse.

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lost light

Nel has throughout his work acknowledged the vast ocean of unknown things surrounding all of us. He has given us the tools of orientation without which no experience, no self and no identity can exist in an uncircumscribable world. Today, these are not maps, diagrammes, talismans, mental spaces, ideologies, worldviews, beliefs or certitudes as they appeared from afar in past human experience. Today, orientation is a way of talking to the void and listening to noise; of taking up a skilled and corrigible stance in order to put questions to the unknown of which we never get answers but only the unexpected liberty to ask again.

In past ages, Nel would have been a seer like Blake – a questioner in excess of society’s answers. Perhaps Nel is today our most profound listener. He overhears us drifting in the common grain of the universe, identical with animals, plants and crystals. He portrays us as unsolicited islands that are formed by the grace of circumstance, endlessly converting chance into necessity only to lose it all again in death. Nel reminds us we are blind swimmers, creatures of an endless night, listening with our eyes.

Dr. Jean-Pierre de la Porte

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House of Pleasure

FOOTNOTES
(1) Three notions of system succeeded each other in western thought. The first, formulated by Plato, is geometric and marginalises contingency as a source of disorder. Its second notion is physical, associated with the planetary systems of Galileo and Newton, and includes time as a basic condition of its operation but nevertheless a reversible time as the system may imaginably run backwards. The third, developed in 1824 by Nicolas Sadi-Carnot in Reflections on the Motive Power of Fire, presents the cycle of energy in steam engines. This last model proves that part of all converted energy is lost in an irrecoverable way as heat. The still prevalent notion of a thermodynamic system shows that any order achieved over time – the structured universe, living organisms, language and artefacts – is ultimately always at the cost of a greater and ever growing disorder in its host energy system.

(2) Thermodynamics rapidly became the common foundation of nineteenth century physics, chemistry, biology, astrophysics and cosmology. It made the concept of time both central to all processes as well corrosive – an irreversible succession of small orderings attained at the cost of larger dis-orderings. The statistical nature of all changes in energy under thermodynamics meant that the refined grain of the Newtonian calculus was abandoned and in its place arose systems with probable states, with increasing entropy as their long-term outcome. The universe leaps from a Newtonian clock to an inscrutable casino in which the house-odds inevitably stockpile noise, preparing a deluge of useless energy that will submerge everything in eternal disorder. The Newtonian fantasy of a time-machine dissolves in Sadi-Carnot’s universe, in which reversed time would corrode the very reality which it tried to recreate. Hence, time becomes a devouring entropic ribbon, forever blighting order in its wake and corroding twice as fast if folded back along its own path.

(3) Of all the nineteenth century arts, music responds most readily to the emerging thermodynamic conception of form and process. Eighteenth century music, in the classical style of Haydn, has symmetrical phrase and tonal structures, which would be identical if experienced forward in time or backward. It therefore belongs in the Newtonian universe of systems which remain identical under reversed time descriptions. The modal music preceding Galileo is similarly tied to the initial Platonic, geometrical system of interval structures which were established outside time and remain impervious to dynamic relations such as of modulation.

(4) The romantic symphonic tradition becomes either a literal laboratory to discover and test forms that are unstable but legible under dynamic conditions. This is established in the conservative tradition from Schubert to Brahms. Alternatively is becomes a figurative trek through the dramatic post-Sadi-Carnot world of forms dissipated by time, exemplified from Beethoven to Bruckner. Music is the first communicative structure to raise and solve the problem of growing disorder, or entropy, within a process. Modulation and local symmetry become the strategies to overcome loss of meaning in its growing density. In this manner, nineteenth century music anticipates the later concept of redundancy exemplified in the theory of codes developed by information theorist Claude Shannon.

(5) Henri Bergson was the first philosopher to confront the consequences of the irreversibility of time spelled out by thermodynamics. Marcel Proust would explore the same hypothesis as Bergson by dramatising the plight of personal continuity in a world in which time accumulates formlessly, even within memory itself. Martin Heidegger would dramatise this enquiry by making humans’ access to themselves a consequence of the corrosions of time, like death and anxiety of uncertainty.

(6) Alan Turing and John von Neumann were, after Charles Babbage, the greatest exponents of thinking-machines, which had to process information in a post-Sadi-Carnot universe in which all form, including that of information, is eroded and undermined by the very processes of its genesis. The concept of information would become the practical core of many disciplines but would remain slow to receive a complete scientific formulation. When it did, Claude Shannon, amongst others, modelled it on the analogy of thermodynamics, which by the late nineteenth century had become a statistical model in the hands the physicist Ludwig Boltzmann. Computation – as an error-free relation between input and output – required a warrant against error in the form of transcription. Logic would provide such a warrant and would only later be recognised as effective because over-coded by the redundancies of the truth-table. Logic would therefore become a universal description of any conceivable mechanism, although probabilistically rather than casually. In this way logic becomes a model of perfect-transfer of meaning – the opposite of the imperfect transfers of energy that gave rise to the insights of nineteenth century thermodynamics. Logic would therefore become the opposite of entropy, or of energy leakage from a system entitled negentropy. Information would thus be modelled on entropy but with its sign reversed. Both systems were statistical by the time their formulation as mirror-images occurred in the twentieth century. Information would be buffered against noise if redundancy, or the ability to anticipate a signal-state, increased. Perfect information would require absolute redundancy, or an entire universe coding a universe, or a map as big as the territory it maps. In every respect, the information-machine becomes a version of the steam-engine since both realise a theory of identical form, albeit an opposite tendency. Reversed, the steam-engine would condense information just as the computer reversed would become an engineered motor with heat-loss. Freud recognised intuitively this overlap his Project Document of the 1890s but his inadequate physics prevented an adequate formulation. However, the memory-motive structure captures the essential relation, stating that the movement of energy in one direction yields consciousness and ordered action. In the other direction, the same energy yields dreams, hallucinations and noise. In both cases an identical system of inscriptions (memory) and energies (motives) arbitrate the direction of flow. As an unconscious, the steam-engine yields the computer as a mind.

(7) An influential, intuitive measure of information is to count the number of questions needed to identify or describe any given reality, similar to a cosmic game of twenty questions. This would eventually become an algorithmic information and complexity measure as the number of lines of programming-code needed to produce a given output. Paul Klee’s teaching at the influential Bauhaus revolved around an inventive series of graded questions which informed practical exercises as well as his own picture production. Working in the era between the sophisticated thermodynamics of Boltzmann and it redeployment as information-theory by Shannon, Klee dramatises the brief moment when thermally-eroded form and fully encoded meaning inhabit a common microcosm. See Kittler, F. Gramophone/Film/Typewriter, also Klee, The Thinking Eye.

(8) The Black Box describes a situation in scientific enquiry in which only the inputs and the outputs of a system are accessible, however with the intervening mechanisms remaining inscrutable, lost or unknown. The twentieth century would increasingly see its assumptions becoming Black Boxes as complexity-theory showed the intervening variables of physical systems to be too complex to calculate. Eventually, mathematics would become a Black Box with the experimental proofs of Gregory Chaitin and Steven Wolfram. Impenetrable realities, such as sub-atomic structure, would by the mid-twentieth century be confidently treated as Black Boxes in which symmetry, acting as a code, would yield inferences about deep-particle structure.

(9) Shannon, the founder of the mathematical theory of communication (also known as information-theory) states the conditions under which information may be preserved and retrieved by means of appropriate coding in a hostile universe that is permeated with distortion and noise.

(10) See footnote 1.

(11) Traditionally, ethno-mathematics studies the everyday customs and behaviour from which mathematical operations derive. Iannis Xenakis established the rapports between music traditions and basic logical operations. Christopher Alexander demonstrated that set-theory is embedded in architecture and decorative art whereas Wolfram proved that the continuity between cellular automata as computers and the repertory of ornament.

(12) On the surprising rapport between problems of nineteenth century philosophical logic and its contemporary symphonic tradition, see Theodore Adornos studies of Hegel and Beethoven, whose sociological context masks its role as a founding document of the history of information-theory.

(13) Sadi-Carnot and Shannon were the founders of thermodynamics and information-theory, whereas Joaiah Gibbs and Alfred Renyi were the codifiers of each of these disciplines.

(14) Michaelangelo Antonios’ film Blow Up famously concerns a photographer who unwittingly records a murder and is unable to establish a consensus around what he never personally saw but knew had happened.

(15) Between 1980 and 1990 Nel reproduces most of the diagrammatic tools of contemporary architecture, namely the axonometric (an artificial convention of superimposing plan and elevation to produce an apparent volume) the potential image (an illusion exploited by figure-ground ambiguity) and the interchange (an effect of viewing a line drawing of a solid on a 45 degree vertex). A treatise on modern architectural representation from le Corbusier to Hejduk lurks in these early works. These would give way to images which defy diagrammatic description like anisotropic planes in which an axis of symmetry can neither be located nor defined. These surfaces of the late 90s exchange place-making devices of modern architecture for the uncanny place-lessness of Nel’s images of dust and stars.

(16) Wassily Kandinsky explored the colour spectrum of after-images, as well as an entoptic generation of form – a fact downplayed during his subsequent absorption into post-war abstraction. Nel began working on entoptic imagery endogenous to the nervous system in the late 1970s, at the same time that the clinical phenomenon of blindsight – or the ability to practically see objects without being conscious of them – was explored by Nicholas Humphrey and others.

(17) Thomas Pynchon characteristically writes about people engaged in private Sisyphean tasks which correspond by chance to public activities such as V2 Rocket launches.

(18) The British physicists Michael Faraday and James Maxwell and the painter Joseph Turner elaborated a world in which cosmic heat was the motive power, culminating decades later in the theory of information. The isomorphic theory of information becomes dramatised and exemplified in Nel’s work, accounting for much of his intuitive appeal to scientists and his relative opacity in the art world.

Summary
Karel Nel is artist to the COSMOS 2 Square Degree Survey. It is the latest of his many collaborations with scientists. It is also the occasion to locate Nel in a tradition of mutual rapports between arts and sciences, made possible by thermodynamics and its offshoot, information theory.

Résumé
Karel Nel est l’artiste au COSMOS Enquête de 2Degré Carrée. C’est le dernier de beaucoup de ses collaborations avec les scientifiques. C’est aussi l’occasion pour trouver Nel dans une tradition de rapports réciproques entre les arts et les sciences, faites possible par la thermodynamique et son rejeton, la théorie d’information.

Select Bibliography
Michel Serres Origine du Langage in Hermes IV La Distribution Paris Minuit 1977
Michel Serres Turner traduit Carnot in Herrmes 111 La Traduction Paris Minuit 1974
Paul Klee Das Bildnerische Denken Basel Schwabe 1956
Theodor W. Adorno, Beethoven. Philosophie der Musik. Fragmente und Texte, edited by Rolf Thielemann Frankfurt Suhrkamp, 1993
Friedrich Kittler Grammophon Film Typewriter. Berlin Brinkmann & Bose1986

Steven Wolframs A New Kind of Science is available online at http://www.wolframscience.com/nksonline/toc.html

The COSMOS 2 Degree project is online at
linkinghub.elsevier.com/retrieve/pii/S138764730500103X

Nels Brilliance of Darkness catalogue is online at
https://particle.phys.uvic.ca/~jalbert/KarelNelcatalogue08.pdf

Writings by Karel Nel

(2007) ‘Shangaan: in search of a genealogy’ in
Dungamanzi: stirring waters – Tsonga and Shangaan
art from Southern Africa, WUP and JAG: Johannesburg
pp. 148-167

(2007) ‘Vittorino Meneghelli: bold collector of the
unexpected’, in Meneghelli (V.) et. al. LA MIA VITA,
LA MIA COLLEZIONE/MY LIFE, MY COLLECTION,
memorie e pezzi selezionati dlla collezione di Vittorio
Meneghelli/ memoir and selected pieces from the
collection of Vittorio Meneghelli, Johannesburg.
pp. 268-275

with Von Maltitz, A. ‘Edoardo Villa: a life considered’
in Nel, Burroughs, Von Maltitz (eds) (2005) Villa at 90,
Jonathan Ball with Shelf: Johannesburg, pp. 25-120
‘Edoardo Villa: creating an African Presence’ in Nel,
Burroughs, Von Maltitz (eds) (2005) Villa at 90, Jonathan
Ball with Shelf: Johannesburg pp. 121-148

with Sack, M. ‘Villa, Johannesburg and the modernist
context’ in Nel, Burroughs, Von Maltitz Editions, (2002)
‘Southern Artifacts in the Horstmann Collection,’ in

The Power of Form. Milan: Skira, 2002, pp. 212-243
‘Towards a Southern African Aesthetic,’ in Ubuntu
catalogue. Paris: Musee de l’Homme and Museum
of African and Oceanic Art, 2002

‘Headrests and Hair Ornaments: Signifying More
Than Status,’ in Hair in African Art and Culture,
edited by Roy Sieber and Frank Herreman. New York:
Museum for African Art, 2000, pp. 151-159

with Nessa Liebhammer. ‘Swazi Umntfwana’ and
‘The Puzzle of the Pendant Figures’ in Evocations
of the Child: Fertility Figures of the Southern African
Region, edited by Elizabeth Dell. Cape Town:
Human and Rousseau/Johannesburg Art Gallery,
1998, pp. 161-171

Catalogue entries for southern African tobacco
pipes and snuff containers in Africa: The Art of a
Continent, edited by Tom Phillips. Munich: Prestel,
1995, pp. 211-215

Selected bibliography in Karel Nel

Nel, K. , J-P de la Porte , Jessica Dubow (et al) (2007) Lost light: fugitive images from
deep space, Standard Bank Gallery: Johannesburg
(exhibition catalogue)

Wullschlager, J. ‘Karel Nel at Art First,’ FT Magazine,
London 3 September 2005

McKenzie, J. (2004) ‘The Status of Dust’ in studio
international visual arts, Design and Architecture
Yearbook special issue, Vol. 203 no. 1026, The Studio
Trust: New York

Bunn, David. ‘Breath Alphabet: Karel Nel and
the History of Division,’ in Status of Dust. Art First,
New York 2002

Dubow, Jessica. ‘Status of Dust: A Profane Spirituality,
A Radical Materiality,’ in Status of Dust. Art First,
New York 2002

Cooper Stracey, Clare, and Karel Nel. Volcanic Texts.
Art First, London 2000

Martin, Marilyn. View of the Inner House. Art First,
London 1996

Doepel, Rory. Karel Nel: Transforming Symbols.
Johannesburg: University of the Witwatersrand

Resume Dr Jean-Pierre de la Porte teaches at the University of Pretoria Faculty of Boukunde. He opened Karel Nels 2007 Lost Light exhibition at the Standard Bank gallery and contributed to the catalogue
He has delivered several papers on aspects of Nels work and he is currently engaged in a book length study of the artist . His
Other interests include musical composition, heuristics in design and the history of mathematics and experimental science.