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Welcome to the artography of Matthew Holtmeier - born of art and left to the world. An accurate graphing of an art project that has gained autonomy would prove difficult, and so: all I can provide is the text in front of you now. I hope to share both the history of the project and the difficulty in comprehending what it really engenders - although we often see art that affects people deeply in one way or another, it is rare to see an art project that walks amongst us. If you come across the project, please do not antagonize it, as we have yet to understand its place in the world.
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-Professor RobinJ[1]
Until now, we have always had large reserves of the imaginary, because the coefficient of reality is proportional to the imaginary, which provides the former with its specific gravity. This is also true of geographical and space exploration: when there is no more virgin ground left to the imagination, when the map covers all the territory, something like the reality principle disappears. The conquest of space constitutes, in this sense, an irreversible threshold which effects the loss of terrestrial coordinates and referentiality. Reality, as an internally coherent and limited universe, begins to hemorrhage when its limits are stretched to infinity.
-Jean Baudrillard
It is totally reduced in the implosive era of models. Models no longer constitute an imaginary domain with reference to the real; they are, themselves, an apprehension of the real, and thus leave no room for any fictional extrapolation—they are immanent, and therefore leave no room for any kind of transcendentalism. The stage is now set for simulation, in the cybernetic sense of the word—that is to say, for all kinds of manipulation of these models (hypothetical scenarios, the creation of simulated situations, etc.), but now nothing distinguishes this management-manipulation from the real itself: there is no more fiction.
-Jean Baudrillard
The Project, simulation simulacra, hyperreal, The Project's, Genome, autopoiesis, when the map covers all the territory, spectres, A Thousand Plateaus, syuzhets, hey,
In that Empire, the craft of Cartography attained such Perfection that the Map of a Single province covered the space of an entire City, and the Map of the Empire itself an entire Province. In the course of Time, these Extensive maps were found somehow wanting, and so the College of Cartographers evolved a Map of the Empire that was of the same Scale as the Empire and that coincided with it point for point. Less attentive to the Study of Cartography, succeeding Generations came to judge a map of such Magnitude cumbersome, and, not without Irreverence, they abandoned it to the Rigours of sun and Rain. In the western Deserts, tattered Fragments of the Map are still to be found, Sheltering an occasional Beast or beggar; in the whole Nation, no other relic is left of the Discipline of Geography. -Jorge Luis Borges
Stephen Wolfram: So, if we were to run [cellular automata] for long enough on a computer, we would be able to find out what the universe would do in precise detail.
Ray Kurzweil: But we don't have enough time to run it. For most cellular automata given the fact that all these different phenomena interacting with each other, you cannot predict the final outcome without literally simulating every step and since we don't have computers that run faster than the universe itself at it's finest level of granularity we couldn't really run a model of the universe.
-Interview with Stephen Wolfram and Ray Kurzweil
Now let’s factor in the law of accelerating returns. The common wisdom (based on what I call the intuitive linear perspective) is that it would take many thousands, if not millions of years, for an early technological civilization to become capable of technology that spanned a solar system. But as I argued previously, because of the explosive nature of exponential growth, it will only take a quarter of a millennium (in our own case) to go from sending messages on horseback to saturating the matter and energy in our solar system with sublimely intelligent processes.
-Ray Kurzweil
There may be developed computers that are "awake" and superhumanly intelligent. (To date, there has been much controversy as to whether we can create human equivalence in a machine. But if the answer is "yes, we can", then there is little doubt that beings more intelligent can be constructed shortly thereafter.)
Large computer networks (and their associated users) may "wake up" as a superhumanly intelligent entity.
Computer/human interfaces may become so intimate that users may reasonably be considered superhumanly intelligent.
Biological science may provide means to improve natural human intellect.
-Vernor Vinge
The plan(e) is infinite, you can start it in a thousand different ways; you will always find something that comes too late or too early, forcing you to recompose all of your relations of speed and slowness, all of your affects, and to rearrange the overall assemblage. An infinite undertaking.
(Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus)
Jacques Derrida. French philosopher.
Setting: Artaud exhibit.
Derrida: Well that which is inside, which is to say, if I may say, that which infinitely patterns itself without the outside, without the other, though where then is the other? Finished? Good. [Pause] Hold my hand. We stroll.
(Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves)
Welcome to the artography of Matthew Holtmeier - born of art and left to the world. An accurate graphing of an art project that has gained autonomy would prove difficult, and so: all I can provide is the text in front of you now. I hope to share both the history of the project and the difficulty in comprehending what it really engenders - although we often see art that affects people deeply in one way or another, it is rare to see an art project that walks amongst us. If you come across the project, please do not antagonize it, as we have yet to understand its place in the world.
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As reported by Josephe who attended a poetry reading the project performed at (before we begin, it seems important to note that Josephe is generally etymologized as "God shall add"): "After the reading, I was leaving the building with Matt... [slight hesitation] the art project... when a woman stopped us. She was talking on her cell phone, so she didn't even say anything to us, she just grabbed [less of a hesitation] the project by the arm and led him through a door, so I followed. [Obvious excitement] She left him in front of a vending machine and just walked off! We started to laugh a little until I... we... noticed a certain picture in the vending machine. I guess... [definite pause] I guess this is what you call the genome... I didn't really think it was all that significant at the time..."
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Although Josephe, who reportedly has a 'long standing relationship' - although there are many reasons to question this information - with the project, generally refuses requests for interviews, there is little doubt as to the validity of this encounter. Numerous sources verify that a poetry reading did indeed take place around the time Josephe reports this event to have happened, and the project's alias is on various flyers and hand-bills. Most researchers interested in the genome of the project consider this moment equivalent to the 'big bang,' because of what it engendered in terms of the project's own understanding of itself as a project.
Others, however, argue that this moment came later.
Once the project became aware of the genome, it seems to have been spurred on to research the matter further on its own. Perhaps because of sinking doubts the project started bringing non-projects to the site of the genome.
Masao was one of the first to be brought to the project (again, it seems signifcant to note that in Japanese Masao is given the etymology "correct man"). Masao, a friend and colleague of the project, made an important discovery himself when he pointed out that the picture, which the project thought to have been recent, was drawn precisely one year before the project thought it had been, throwing the project's theories into disarray.
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Original Theory:
For the postulated age, sex, and social upbringing, its first theory seemed rather ordinary. The project had assumed that it had an admirer. Note the bandanna, features of the cheek, and facial hair; a few months prior to the discovery, the project had taken on almost all of these characteristics - except the facial hair, which, in the picture, includes a chin strap with the addition of a soul patch. In May of 2007, the project had just shaved and fit this pattern perfectly. When the project considered the drawing to have been dated May 2007, it assumed that someone had recently created the art, catching the project somewhere in public and noticed the elegant features.
Re-Hypothesized Theory:
On learning the date written on the drawing, the project was forced to reconsider its hypotheses and previous considerations. Here things take a turn for the strange, and begin to more accurately represent reality. The new theory includes the consideration that the genus precedes the project by at least a year. The project determines, at this point, that it is actually art that has sprung from the genome and has taken an autonomous position in the social-reality of the populous that surrounds its existence. Though this theory was posited by the project itself, it has generally been taken as the dominant theory, and much of the research comes from this line of thinking.
Masao's recollection of the event presents some startling evidence regarding the original theory however: "I saw what he was saying at first, it seemed to make sense at the time. But as I looked more closely at the picture, I noticed the date, May 2006. [The Project] told me he had just shaved, and pointed to that as the reason for the drawing being so recent, but when I pointed to the date he got a little strange, and a lot excited. He starting throwing his arms all over and yelling about the picture being the origin of something or other... I wasn't quite sure what he meant at the time, but considering what is going on now, I guess he pretty immediately assumed what has followed. I'm not sure I understand it, but hey, I'm not art..."
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Reader: I haven't asked much of you, but you have decided to ignore my friendly suggestion. As the Goblin-King so often says: "I ask for so little. Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want" (David Bowie, The Labyrinth).
Anyway, without my guidance, the material you encounter may be entirely fictional.
Soon after the project hypothesized its own existence as an autonomous composition, a slew of theoretical accounts entered the academic scene, all attempting to develop theories of the potential impact or significance of the project. The critical responses were numerous and widespread; so much so that the best I can do here is give a summary of each approach, and perhaps some key arguments from some of the players in the field. The responses range from the belief that the project heralds the approach of the singularity, to calls for the ethical treatment of art projects, considering we have yet to classify their place in the world.
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Syuzhet:
I kept writing all night - no deadline, but something gnawing on my insides. I knew that behind each page I filled with words lay a white abyss. Anything could happen there, and what the fuck am I supposed to do with anything? I knew that if it caught up with me I'd be done, I could already feel the edges of my anxiety ripping around the edges of my body, my ribcage feeling the wrap around just before the tight squeeze. The real tight squeeze. Around three or four in the morning things started to get real tough, I couldn't think to save my life, unfortunately for me that's exactly what I was doing. The blank pages followed me like this for 3 weeks.
Kerouac realized he wanted to be a writer before the age of ten; his father was a linotypist and ran a print shop, publishing The Lowell Spotlight. He tended to write constantly, carrying a notebook with him everywhere. Letters to friends and family members tended to be long and rambling, including great detail about his daily life and thoughts.
Prior to becoming a writer, he tried a varied list of careers. He was a sports reporter for The Lowell Sun; a temporary worker in construction and food service; a United States Merchant Marine and he joined the United States Navy twice. Throughout all of this he led a nomadic lifestyle, never having a home of his own. Alternatively, he lived with his mother, stayed with friends or camped out.