Chinese: The seemingly pre-thought brush strokes, intwining natural chaotic swirls, intuitive, breathe as form. Sumi
Autechre: Here lies the core concept. From Wiki “Autechre are an English electronic music duo consisting of Rob Brown and Sean Booth, both from Rochdale, Greater Manchester. Formed in 1987, they are one of the most prominent acts signed to Warp Records” With Autechre I find the Marriage of opposites. Melody and Glitch, The repeated patterns slightly askew and decayed with each iteration…and then generative and fractally rescaffolded on the flip side. I find thier music analogous to the peeling paint ‘Fleck engines” prevalent in my work. Finally a poem of mine about them. Dig!
Riding the line between Order and Chaos, Autechre tonight reigned in all manner of beats, clicks and creaks in some kind of act of primal coalescence. Spinning lines of melody and rhythm were there subliminally… possibly … if I tried hard enough to connect. They had mastered the art of sustained anticipation, always holding at bay the cohered Rhythm that we all yearned for so dearly. We danced our interpretive dances anyway. Meeting them halfway, trying to interlace Order and Rhythm over the multifaceted assault on the senses. Mighty algorithms were at play underlying the music, some grand fractal attractor deep in their computers illogically holding it all together (barely) at the seems, without which it would have all just flew away like interstellar debris slungshot around a star. Autchre’s No-Mind command of the technology allowing for a beautiful marriage of Opposites. My imagination enjoins the maelstrom and places entire universes in the smallest of microtonal exchanges.
Perhaps this is their greatest achievement, the ability to sustain that potent tension that lies just between the states of coherence and destruction, order and chaos. And in this quantum juggling act: a showy act of bravado and potential, they enable us the fan and the listener to partake in the creation. Our attention and wishful interpretation, that slightest bit of order imposed on it is enough to push it over the edge, to allow it to land softly as playthings for our minds.
Street Art Juxtapositions by Chad Dugas 