Ddk (Verona 1992) is a visual artist and poet with a degree in Philosophy. Amongst his works Japan Weather Report, an artist book (blisterZine), An Illustrated Guide of Capitalism, a zine project (Onomatopee). Heâ€™s present on the site-collective project La descrizione del mondo. Under the name Davide Andreatta, he published Insert koine (Diaforia).
His works can be found at Printed Matter (NY), Onomatopee Shop, Goodpress Gallery (Dublin), and distributed online by Antenne Books and TiPiTin.
It is not clear to me what the ghost is, my parents and their "from behind" or the climate disaster. Anyway, a question of ecology and, like the end, the revenant cannot be late. Everything is next.
Something completely different from you and me. The ghost, that is, not these images. And yet both are questions of repetition, â€œa specter is always a revenant. One cannot control its comings and goings because it begins by coming backâ€ *(1). A revitalisation that imposed itself without going through bereavement within its easiest and most filmic dimension, but is attracted rather, by the constant destruction of the inorganic, which does not stop demanding the return now. Without heroism of any sort.
I know what my parents look like, I see their faces daily, I saw their ghosts slip along their expectations (I live among them, although they require a different latitude, a different method of approach, an approach that does not, once again, change the weather within a greenhouse), it is not difficult to imagine how, 20 years ago, waste and wrinkles were distributed differently.
No identification is necessary through these images, they do not constitute an investigation. It is a question of taking part in, before itâ€™s too late. Fear of God.
The material thrusts of these objects intersect affects and affections, they are incarnations of desire frozen for posterity, or for that which preceded - it is unclear to us what relationships the objects maintain amongst themselves, or according to which temporality their desire is structured, it follows? it precedes? contemporary? is it delayed? - and abrasions of a spectral body. The negatives do not count as representations, but as accumulations of forces, inscriptions (whose spectrality is different from that of ink or blood) on the social body.
W. Benjamin reputed that some kind of forces of liberation were inherent within things: â€œIn the commodity fetish, material drives intersect with affect and desire, and Benjamin fantasizes about igniting these compressed forces, to awaken the slumbering collective from the dream-filled sleep of capitalist production "To tap into these forces. He also thinks that things could speak to one another through these forces. Benjamin's idea of participation - a partly subversive take on early twentieth-century primitivism - claims that are possible to join in this symphony of matter.â€ *(2)
I needed, therefore, an object that, when appropriately questioned, reveals which desires were at stake, certainly according to its own language.
The negative was "translated" â€“ and through this, the forces compressed within the negative itself â€“ into an image that holds/unfolds a network of social relationships, phobias and obsessions that are more readily accessible to me and eventually readable by virtue of crystallisation while I participated in digital life, mine in particular, object amongst the objects.
"In the montage, we meet destiny", Godard said, and this montage was delegated to an object amongst others. However, feeding pictures into Google images, and producing very different pictures from those that one would probably (but what does this "probably" mean? That there was no, and there still is no, secret? That, secret or not, it has already been forgotten?) expect to see, is this a way to devour and obliterate the archive even before it has been produced? Is this a death drive'
Hers is a silent work, she is not permitted to raise her head and retaliate, even if there is never a risk of losing her job. We cannot replace what you cannot find; unless we rely on those for whom eyes and hands are unnecessary. The death drive is not, however, a spectrum. It is as more and as less real as this, the walls along which these flow - again: the difference between the rustling and the tracks that are left behind.
It has in mind the destruction of the archive, and so she cannot avert her gaze. She must pretend not to look at it while keeping her eyes fixed straight ahead, erasing her tracks, including this cancellation itself. Devour her archive before she has externalized it. We cannot build within the spirit and the exteriority is a necessary condition for the archive, which requires a location for delivery, a place outside, where repetition can occur. Without distracting too much, one must surrender to the memory, in order to be able to recall it later, but the logic of repetition - there is a compulsion in repetition - is indissociable from the death drive. Whatever allows the distribution of one or more memories in an archive is exactly what exposes it to destruction, to his Judgment.
Life is not lived in the same way, as soon as it is no longer archived in the same manner. Did we let it die with this operation? By letting the machine, the other archive, decide on this second/third/fifth archive? If the archive consists of what threatens it, what is the fate of this doubly threatened archive, threatened to the second degree? Fear of God.
Ecology has to do with reviving and, less trivially than one might think, with greening. An inheritance can never be collected, it is not singular: â€œIts presumed unity, if there is one, can consist only in the injunction to reaffirm by choosing. â€˜One mustâ€™ means one must filter out a number of different possibilities that inhabit the same injunction.â€ *(3) The same habitation is at risk of no longer being possible. One does not pick up a planet from the ground, the secret is made possible, the impossible possible that constitutes it.
In the urgency compelled by the imminent environmental catastrophe, the Mac computer has developed (literally, albeit not in the darkroom) these negatives, according to modes of signification that do not have much in common with the Anthropocene. The end is near and I need to know from which desires I have been generated, to know to which objects I owe a letter to my father. Fear of God (naked).
1. Jacques Derrida, Specters of Marx, p. 11, Routledge 2006.
2. Hito Steyerl, â€œA Thing Like You and Meâ€ in The Wretched of the Screen, p.55, Sternberg Press, 2012.
3. Jacques Derrida, Specters of Marx, p. 18, Routledge 2006.