Thymotic

Thymotic

We currently have a best seller on our hands. Someone who says the days that were a source of melancholy for the pomos exploring a new ironic sensibility were an anomaly of history. An anomaly reaping off an economic structure undone with the cool rationalization that a return to a set of values would stem their decay – a chance for counter, tragedy for busted up polemics, barriers came down to mosh in atomic charged fields.

We are the new neutron. We don't get involved.
We are the new neutron. We don’t get involved.

Promised sunrise and some lost helicopters in a desert, a course got charted that brought one tremendous innovation to the wider world, irking those keeping track and personifying the amorphous – capital flight tilting the axis.

The unleashed vessel...
The unleashed vessel…
... once in rebellion, once in jest.
… once in rebellion, once in jest.

On Chelsea walls the cramped basement and bone littered back garden of ABCNoRio turns warehouse, the broken psyches of Wardance now cinemascope as homoerotic prole rubbings, oozing pointillist acrylics.

In that decay we rearranged.
In that decay we rearranged.

Armed American iconography. No trucks.
Armed American iconography. No trucks.
Native New Yorker moniker. To dye for.
Native New Yorker moniker. To dye for.
A Voice photographer, now based in Jersey City, counting herself lucky having spent a semester abroad in London, snapped the guests. Dutifully asking permission each time, desperate to move back to the city, when detecting an accent inquiring the heritage and pressing the case for providence, punishing the coy ones in the edit. The gallery offers the pleasure of taking Rivington to Prince – distilled mosh pit to militarized street art – arming iconography for proper measure nostalgia trippin’, packaging like fine Tetra Pak wine on boards with no trucks. The Native New Yorker moniker now sweeping such polite inquiry, germinating from formerly derided Bridge-and-Tunnel culture no longer relegated to the outer boroughs. Much talk of hipsterism invading these conclaves of Juicy. Irony is landlords are much more attuned to the long form trade winds blowing stretch limo bottle culture that distilled clubs of broken beats for the gambit of incessant speculation turned gleeful corruption.

The empty nest. Toss the money in the air!
The empty nest. Toss the money in the air!

The city is empty nest now – an exclusive destination for inhabitants of elite bubbles maintained by legions of servants back home in last third of the world conclaves. Some technoutopic apps can pick up the slack, fostering just the right amount of distance from the rabble, the taxi driver, the short order cook, the culture provider, stepping on the regulation fray of bought off inspectors and handed down medallions. No bulwark to stand in the they-ok-now-OTB repatriating capital, broken window theories as cartoonish sheen guarding the rental bubble, DNA labs in the petty art crime business, reiterating the parroted fact that there is no message, simply breach.
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Gloria Virtutis Umbra.
Gloria Virtutis Umbra.

Overheard banter in a Chelsea elevator –

Sorry I don’t speak French.
Cuban. We’re Cuban.
Close. Related.

[ romance ]

Cuban first off the boat.
Raise finger.
First off the plane.

[ entitlement ]
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Entitlement correction...
Entitlement correction…

You wouldn’t go back then?

[ affirmation ]

Such a shame.
Such a beautiful place.
Even if he were gone.

[ mourning ]

It’s starting again.

[ glance ]

... unsure...
… unsure…
... of what.
… of what.
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Triumph of the Like.
Triumph of the Like.

The sack of Rome, after all, isn’t due to the churning import of a warrior class. Instead a sweet combination Moët Hennessy heart flush comeuppance and a periphery bathed by a little molecule stilling critical barbarian faculties. Meanwhile years of relentless pat downs and good will compensation represents the double rainbow triumph of Like over grit.
Superhero Crunch.
Superhero Crunch.
We ask who do we do.
We ask who do we do.
Marking this triumph, the very same day, not very far removed, managed chaos breaks out in the newly renovated rotunda. The assembled super nest crunch. We ask who do we do. We do who we did. Marvel at the bed spread. Cotton candy at the banquet. Cages for the zones of elemental chaos, now bathed in sunshine. Sweeping the stuffing past the shuffling ministers in blue.
Do who we did.
Do who we did.
Elemental forces at work.
Elemental forces at work.
Managed chaos in the rotunda.
Managed chaos in the rotunda.
Cotton candy at the banquet.
Cotton candy at the banquet.
Sweeping the stuffing past the shuffling ministers in blue.
Sweeping the stuffing past the shuffling ministers in blue.

Treatise

Treatise

Disruption hitches a ride on New York currents. Attending a presentation from down under and way over in the Washington Mews – former horse stables now echoing voices of the worlds regions – we learn that the Maori contribution to the Venice Biennale costs as much to ship from New Zealand to Venice as it does to then transport it from the Grand Canal to the venue. We also learn by depiction that we have already sunk parts of the world in polar melt and that some are busy crafting diving suits from woven zipper asylum seeker totes. Impatience is gripping the world of foresight due to a certain intractability inherent in the current machinations of man. Brett Graham is temporarily residing in New York to ponder the meaning of Indigenous artist. This sort of identity is very much intertwined with a notion of place and Mr. Graham takes us through the sixty guilders myth, said to have brought landed property to Turtle Island. Disconcerted by the security screening at the Museum of the American Indian he recounts being disheartened by the myth making inaccuracies of a sculpture depicting the beads for land grab he encounters in Battery park. Yet a statement he makes catches us in poetics: Manhattan, a meeting place of the canoes.

Spot on offerings - The Founding Sachems.
Spot on offerings – The Founding Sachems.

Flows dispelling the land outside traversal, maneuvered outside the commons, claimed use of game that wanders freely past, by hook or by crook. Mr. Graham, on a mission to dispel the myths that seek to lay claim for the landed and capitalized, erects dark monuments celebrating the fleeting romance of discovery in freshly pressed whites, a part of New Zealand being the last blank dot to be filled in to complete the colonial maps. In collaboration he codifies ancestral loss in a video where the development of a hydro-electric power station triggers a flood, erasing the previous. Though video as tool, still in the collaborative frame, can stem the tide of loss, short-circuiting mourning with defiance and elected office.

Flows on the estuary knock on Troy door.
Flows on the estuary knock on Troy gates.

Flood or cascade, the view of Manhattan as a meeting of the canoes seems brilliant fleeting insight. More extraordinary, Mr. Graham unaware a treaty does exist governing life on the river that flows both ways, codifying mutual ebb and flow rather than demarcating boundaries for exclusions and ownership. The Two Row Wampum celebrates a quadricentennial and for a moment Manhattan reimagines a meeting of the canoes, renewing flow.

Two Row Wampum Renewal Campaign.
Two Row Wampum Renewal Campaign.

Subtext to this accrued sensibility, the flows rejuvenate a treatise, the founding Sachems inspired a now disoriented giant left standing, dalliance to the world for word. In another borough, another museum solicits extended parlance daring a sinking Venice. No shipping of a new media installation clear across the world, instead rafts in crude assemblage, arriving as islands of cramped mayhem by making Adriatic inroads to the canals.

“I think that people can pick up where governments are failing.”#swoonstreetart

Crude assemblage to navigate the future seas.
Crude assemblage to navigate the future seas.
Cupola growth.
Cupola growth.

Meeting of the canoes.
Meeting of the canoes.

... on a NYC apartment...
… on a NYC apartment…
Catching rays...
Catching rays…
... iGrid.
… iGrid.

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Take your iPhone off-grid with this bonus #IKEAHack:

An incredibly easy way to calculate the sun exposure is with an app called Sun Seeker. The map view will let you calculate how many hours and at what angle your panel is exposed to direct sunlight. Another handy app is Level to easily match the angle of the sun when mounting the solar panel to the Grundtal shelf. Please take care not to drop anything on peoples heads below should that be a possibility. There are many creative ways to catch rays without putting anyone in danger.

The following are the components that seem to work in this case, the assumption being that the wall charger supplied with these lithium ion batteries is “dumb” so that the battery contains a “smart” shut-off regulator. The panel on the other hand provides overload protection and prevents the battery from discharging through the panel. These are two ways it is possible to damage either the battery or the panel and it is only via limited experience and not rigorous testing or in-depth calculation that the above assumptions are made.

Playing at best a bit part in mitigating the next catastrophe.
Playing at best a bit part in mitigating the next catastrophe.
Drilling through the frame of the solar panel can be a bit tricky. Best to go slow and wear eye protection. Used some straight metal support brackets that were lying about and some bolts that matched to clamp the panel to the arms of the Grundtal shelf. To secure the bolts Threadlock comes in handy. Once hooked on two zip ties seem to be sufficiently anchoring the solar panel mount in place but it’s probably a wise idea to bring the whole solar panel mount indoors during inclement weather. A solar panel is only effective at generating electricity when the sun is shining on it in any case. Using a soft bristle paint brush to regularly dust off the solar panel will boost efficiency.

An empty ice-cream canister for mounting a quick plug and charge solution.
An empty ice-cream canister for mounting a quick plug and charge solution.
An empty ice-cream canister is one of possibility for connecting the panel to the battery. Mount two bolts to clip on the leads from the solar panel and then inside the jar connect them to a small plug (red + wire to center pin, black – to outer sheath) also mounted in the lid to accept a cable to connect to the input on the lithium ion battery for an easy plug and charge solution without changing any of the leads. The battery can be used to charge or power the iPhone and many other devices even while receiving its own charge from the solar panel.