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Altars for Four Silly Planets
There is no more,
no more more,
no more ore,
no more re:
no more e-

We watch, as the machine of optimisation has perfected itself and exceeded its myth. Surplus is now adulterous. No more words for rot, decay, contamination, excess, overflow and deterioration. Four planets have been hollowed out, limp beach balls on a vacuum desert, the great drift of things orbiting around these cornucopias of consumer choice: sorted into categories, pulverized into dust, atomised into particles, dematerialised into. No wasteland between the garden and the incinerator.

Altars for Four Silly Planets begins as futural sites for mourning lost materiality, as an assembly of forgotten relations. It begins with the fantasy of speed, when breakneck capitalist flows petrify the rhythm of its surroundings. It begins as fungal floral arrangement, or emergency archives for a spacetime future that is already here and now. It begins with the fact that four planets would be depleted if everyone consumed energy like Singaporeans. It begins with unalienated maintenance work. It begins with mycorrhizal networks in capitalist ruins, it begins without discipline, it begins with serious triviality.

Texts by Shawn Chua, Luca Lum, Samantha Yap and Johann Yamin
Design by Currency
Sounds by Horizon99
Fabrication by Tay Ining and Derick Tay

soft/WALL/studs
15 December 2017 - 08 January 2018


PDF of exhibition catalogue