no record · an installation by cyberbirdxx · a case by s3x
dreaming in the ruins of big techsalvaged monitors, poured cyberslime, boards dressed like jewellery · the water got in.
the machines here are not broken. they are wet.
an installation by cyberbirdxx (merel van kesteren). a free standing rig of scaffold pole and mic stands in a raw concrete hall, hung with salvaged flat panels, cyberslime poured over every bezel, bare motherboards dressed in chain and beads. nothing in the room is plugged into anything. every screen runs water.
- installation
- e-waste
- video
- light
i the boards
i kept the boards because nobody wanted them
a motherboard is the most complicated object most people will ever throw away, and none of us can read it.
so i dressed them. gold chain across the traces, a plastic strawberry, white shell beads, a green charm on lime string, small photographs of faces glued in between the capacitors. it is the same thing i do to someone before a show. chain, beads, something plastic and cheap at the throat.
ii what the cyberslime is for
cyberslime stops a thing and keeps a thing at the same time
poured hot over the top edge of every panel and over the bar it hangs from, set where it stopped falling. that is why it is over the rig as well as over the screens. whatever got in here got the rack too.
iii water in a room with no windows
on the screens there is only water
a drop lands and the rings open. a white bloom turns over in green. a lit column stands up through pondweed. no two panels on the same second, there is nothing left in here to sync them to.
i have made water out of light before. this is the first time it got in.
iv the cables and the heart
power got in and signal did not
nothing in this room is plugged into anything. the cables run their arcs and end in the dust with their plugs open, and on the way they all pass through a pink plastic heart hanging a hand above the floor.
it circulates nothing. it is the only organ in the building and it came from a gift shop. the panels still light.
v the walk
one gesture done twice
then the room fills and someone walks the lit strip down the middle of it, the audience seated either side in the dust. the boards get chain and beads. she gets chain and beads. the only difference is that one of them is warm.
vi the showing
the same dressing, out at a show
the cyberslime does not stay the same colour twice. pale over one rig, acid green and magenta over another, jewellery pressed straight into it while it was still soft. and then a room fills, and people look up, and someone takes a screen home on their phone.
vii the making
how it is built
salvaged flat panels, mostly dell, clamped by their own necks onto black scaffold pole, mic stands and super clamps. the rig stands on its base plates and leans on nothing. cyberslime poured hot over each top bezel and over the bar, left to set where it stopped.
motherboards drilled, hung, then dressed by hand: chain, shell beads, a strawberry, faces cut out and glued between the capacitors. cables run in arcs across the wall and end where they end, plugs left open in the dust. a moulded pink heart takes the bundle in and lets it out again. nothing taped down, nothing covered.
the equipment got left behind. the water came in after. the chain and the strawberry came last, with no dust on them, and those are mine.
viii the maker
who
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cyberbirdxxartist
dreaming in the ruins of big tech, by cyberbirdxx (merel van kesteren). more of her work at cyberbirdxx and on @cyberbirdxx.
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