“This is a project representing the fragments of conversations which my brain has recorded, during different encounters which I decided to write down.
I find it fascinating how even if you hear a lot of random things at once, your brain automatically records them into a logic order, so it can be perceived as a story. Your brain recognizes and creates memories through stories, more exactly, your thinking is structured on the stories of the things you’ve been through.
That’s how your brain avoids nonsense, how you misunderstand things, but also how you can create texts full of sense, without any voluntary creative process.
So, this is what ‘Brain Records’ is; the story of human encounter, human communication, socialization. The story of all of them together as a whole. A story told from the subjectivity and logical storytelling ordering process of my brain.
I don’t think this is art, not necessarily, I don’t label it as a possible form of art either. I just think it’s really interesting to document real communication in the era of smartphones.
This was the original description, but it evolved into:
Brain Records is a project representing the ghosts of language which linger and how your brain selects them, influenced by your personality, your experience in life, the things you know, fear, everything which composes your being.
The things you’ve heard with which you wake up in the morning, the humming of a song that’s stuck in your head, the vibrant realization of the meaning of something you’ve just read or overheard or sneaked into hearing. It’s the string that pulls and pushes all of life’s encounters around, or at least the one you subjectively choose to remember, unconsciously, ordered by the impending need of your mind to make sense.”
Mai trăiește Nagasaki?
Nu mai trăiește demult!
Cum a plecat?
În țipete, ținută de mulți oameni care o băgau în dubă.
Hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better!
Keep it together even when you fall apart!
If your hands were in mine,
I’d be sure we’d not sever…
Școala te învață cum să vorbești,
Strada te învață când să vorbești.
Banca te pune capră și te iubește.
Ce simți tu pentru mare simt eu pentru noapte.
Avea niște ieșiri de căcat care nu aveau legătură cu căcatul…
De orice te apuci și îți place, nu te mai lași niciodată.
Dar poți să nu o mai faci!
Gând la gând mă gândeam la tine…
Visez la o lume în care roboții să facă de toate.
Nişte roboți în robo-blugi ascultând robo-muzică pe robo-biclã chiar ar fi drăguți.
Și, într-un final firesc, s-ar lupta unii cu alții până la anihilarea mutuală.
A doua zi dimineața, glasul unei țigănci ar fi singurul sunet care ar tulbura deşertul:
“Fiare vechi luăm…!”
For a time we gave up war and made love, but there were just as many casualties.
Cumva abia am făcut un castel și nu vreau să dau cu pumnul în el!
Te pui cu curu’ pe pasiunea ta.
Io aciea m-am născut și de aciea nu plec! Numai în lut…
It is those who do not speak to whom the rawness of human nature is exposed.
Because it needn’t silence any voice,
It only has to keep them not speaking.
Neither side has yet definitely found
An unsurvivable limit, it continues.
Despite the few voices echoing,
The fallen, the resistant, the remaining.
There is still enough silence to cover
All of our dirty hands.
Era și genul ăla de femeie care… iubea viața deși nu o înțelegea.
Am o stare de curcubeu în mineeee!
Woop, woop, that’s the birds of a feather!
Mi-am dat seama că beau mult lapte, îmi pun în cafea.
*random BoJack Horseman line* Coffee?
Blowjack – Random blowjobs.
In the end, everybody loves you, but no one likes you.
I remember that when we got together I couldn’t look anyone in the eye
And here I am, now, starring, analyzing the patterns of your iris.
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Bucharest-based artist. Psychedelic photographer, brain-scratching writer / poetess and priestess of the macabre.