intercept archive

history repeats itself

Actual history, an alternative history or even a completely invented timeline, they will all eventually repeat themselves. I find that as time passes there are patterns in what make. Specific ideas that are reoccurring, each time becoming more articulate as I learn new ways to recreate them. I am not just doing the same things over and over again. Both of these images are about similar repeating ideas, but are so very different in how they appear. They both evoke thoughts of searching, a form of future surveillance within a disorienting landscape. One presents an atmosphere so thick that it could be concealing any possible danger. The other creates a similar sense of unease within the landscape, however this time it is vastness that creates the sense of awe or unease. Both are simulated worlds seen through a screen. The first of the two image is of one of the original miniature drones. It was made of kit-bashing model parts and photographed in a glass tank with “practical effects”. The second image is a more recent version of a drone, 3D modeled with the dual intention to 3D print them for miniatures and to use them in digital animations. I think it is import to take note of these kinds of reoccurring ideas that we attempt to resolve or explain over and over again in the studio. Keep searching.

Inquest Model 006, Digital Photograph 2007

Endless Ocean Drone 1001a, 3D Rendering 2023

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The screen becomes a portal into a relentless perception. Ceaseless scans seen through decaying vision. Congested atmospheres shroud savage ruinous landscapes, where the only equal to their horror is their beauty. Hints of sound emanate from the shadows around me. The detached views in front of me give access to a hunt, a search, a gathering of data. At what distance can I see this unfolding, this unrelenting visual interrogation? Fragments of schizophrenic familiarities only add to the displacement of a context. Is this the future or a romantic envisioning of another past? Multiple views only intensify the confusion of scale and lack of historical placement. I respond with unease to the possibilities envisioned from these views. The haunting emptiness of the subtle sounds maintains the curiosity of these inhuman landscapes. As I wait in anticipation for answers to my questions, I find myself searching, hunting for that critical rupture in the pattern. I’m looking for something that has not been seen.