By Richard Taylor
“On occasion I am dressed accordingly and on these occasions I get to lie about who I am. When wearing clothes I get to wander through the gardens surrounding the institute, passed the bamboo, over each and every stream circumnavigating the amphitheatre – where on other occasions we are instructed to perform – and then back through to the institute… and usually back in to storage.”
The divine sense of dummies – when I think of this I think of Ghost in the shell and an apparent consciousness or sentience in man made objects that are produced to resemble human existence. Cyborgian is the term. This term is perhaps now a little dated. If one part is human then the non-human part is the opposite of human.
The divine sense of dummies – I would like to extract the zombie-essence from these artefacts and question (tap in to) how qualified their reasoning is. Why do they exist and when they are stored out of sight what is their reason for being there?
The divine sense of dummies – is to be found in the basement then, at the bottom of the city museum. Here, in this room, a found-photographic composition is located. A lens is placed and the remote on the shutter is pressed gathering the correct exposure to render an image of these objects tied together like limbs. There is little stability yet something holds them upright and gives them a lingering sense of balance.
“I made up my mind and then changed it, I changed my mind, my mind changed… and all of a sudden I was naked like a doll exposed for a life-like drawing exercise. When I walk my legs wobble and my head remains still staring straight ahead. I do not have the ability to see rather I know the direction I am walking because of my prior function and my installed intuition. My reason for being here instructs me to walk this way and that, and eventually to climb the plinth in front of the spectators, to be observed out with obscurity and to be drawn from and sometimes upon.”