Emil
03-23-2001, 09:54 AM
I believe after life all real media artists shall go to heaven.
But not to the kind of heaven where righteous and nuns go, and even not where poets and personages like Timothy Leary depart. In my opinion, media artists have an opportunity to go to a completely different posthumous abode, which I designate as Telecommunication Heaven.
This is truly an out of this world place. It's naturally connected with angels and all sorts of Celestial Manna on one hand, and on the other - it has an extraterrestrial gate for connection to human internet. And not only to internet, but also to any mobile and pager network, to a telecommunication of any nature. And after death souls of media artists, like elusive happy phantoms, slide in the Web and often reply to the calls of living peole, who know the right e-mail or ICQ number.
An unimaginable, extraordinary happiness awaits each talented media artist after death. He'll forget what "dial-up" and "poor connection" are, for there will be only one speed for moving in the Net left for him - light speed. He won't have to pay to ISP anymore and no software will be necessary for creating beautiful masterpieces in the electronic environment. Here he will be able to control kilobytes by the simple effort of thought or even by simple aesthetic intention. In Heaven media artist procures a chance to miraculously expand his sexual experience - any telecommunication contact with living people, the shortest ICQ session or SMS message will become a bright and fantastically intense sexual sense-datum, transcending any earthly feats. The new virtual body of the media artist will be created for infinite joy and rapture.
There is no money in the Telecommunication Heaven, it is of no use here and is soon unlearned, although all bank codes are open. Well, this is understandable: any fantasy here immediately incarnates in flesh. And even though this flesh is electronic - yet it's perfect.
This is territory for triumph. All unfinished projects here are marvelously accomplished, all creative impulses are carried along closed circuit, encompassing gestalt. There is no work for the sake of existence here; no work, that has to be done in order to pay for yet another month of life. There are no sponsors here and there is no absence of sponsors here; moreover, the word combination "unable to find a sponsor" becomes absolutely meaningless.
Having emerged in Telecommunication Heaven, media artist receives everything he has seeked for - inspiration, freedom, opportunities and prospects, new horizons and interaction, withal glory, love and immortality.
At times it seems to me that Heaven for media artists exists on Earth as well. Several kilobytes of intuition. Just like Ostap's daydream of Rio de Janeiro, "the city of the childhood's crystal dream, where everyone wears white pants". If you stare at the monitor for a long time, especially at night and in solitude, and then close your eyes and think of Telecommunication Heaven, - imagination can create a vividly real outline of a truly miraculous place. It's easy to describe, and impossible to describe at the same.
It's warm, it's luminous. That is - there is sun and sky, a real blue sky. Elegant, ingenious electricity runs through the place, it transfuses the whole city and people living in it - quality internet, state-of-the-art telephony, thousands of neoteric services. Did I say city? Well, of course, this is an immense, beautiful city, a magnificent metropolis. In clubs and bars they don't speak about money,- but they discuss Art in the Net, Art on screens and neotype beauty. Exhibitions and festivals of new media arts take place in the major halls of the city in a never-ending consecution, causing an outburst of emotions. Flashes and applause: Long live media artists! And women here are amazingly gorgeous, young and so educated, that they can see and adore the romance of net art and other sophisticated manifestations of artistic genius. What language do they speak? This is incomprehensible, most likely - the language of love and telecommunication.
Frames supersede one another with furious speed, it's difficult to discern anything else : There are many monuments to media artists and their masterpieces here, and those monuments are always covered with flowers. Colorful, variegated, real fresh flowers, lots of flowers, lots and lots of flowers :
Looks like I'm hallucinating. Such a place can't exist on Earth. Nowhere, never. Nowhere. "Simply understand: never - is happiness, simply believe - emptiness is heaven."
Or, nevertheless : Or, can it?
Sergei Teterin
telecommunication artist
http://www.teterin.raid.ru/e/
RUSSIA
But not to the kind of heaven where righteous and nuns go, and even not where poets and personages like Timothy Leary depart. In my opinion, media artists have an opportunity to go to a completely different posthumous abode, which I designate as Telecommunication Heaven.
This is truly an out of this world place. It's naturally connected with angels and all sorts of Celestial Manna on one hand, and on the other - it has an extraterrestrial gate for connection to human internet. And not only to internet, but also to any mobile and pager network, to a telecommunication of any nature. And after death souls of media artists, like elusive happy phantoms, slide in the Web and often reply to the calls of living peole, who know the right e-mail or ICQ number.
An unimaginable, extraordinary happiness awaits each talented media artist after death. He'll forget what "dial-up" and "poor connection" are, for there will be only one speed for moving in the Net left for him - light speed. He won't have to pay to ISP anymore and no software will be necessary for creating beautiful masterpieces in the electronic environment. Here he will be able to control kilobytes by the simple effort of thought or even by simple aesthetic intention. In Heaven media artist procures a chance to miraculously expand his sexual experience - any telecommunication contact with living people, the shortest ICQ session or SMS message will become a bright and fantastically intense sexual sense-datum, transcending any earthly feats. The new virtual body of the media artist will be created for infinite joy and rapture.
There is no money in the Telecommunication Heaven, it is of no use here and is soon unlearned, although all bank codes are open. Well, this is understandable: any fantasy here immediately incarnates in flesh. And even though this flesh is electronic - yet it's perfect.
This is territory for triumph. All unfinished projects here are marvelously accomplished, all creative impulses are carried along closed circuit, encompassing gestalt. There is no work for the sake of existence here; no work, that has to be done in order to pay for yet another month of life. There are no sponsors here and there is no absence of sponsors here; moreover, the word combination "unable to find a sponsor" becomes absolutely meaningless.
Having emerged in Telecommunication Heaven, media artist receives everything he has seeked for - inspiration, freedom, opportunities and prospects, new horizons and interaction, withal glory, love and immortality.
At times it seems to me that Heaven for media artists exists on Earth as well. Several kilobytes of intuition. Just like Ostap's daydream of Rio de Janeiro, "the city of the childhood's crystal dream, where everyone wears white pants". If you stare at the monitor for a long time, especially at night and in solitude, and then close your eyes and think of Telecommunication Heaven, - imagination can create a vividly real outline of a truly miraculous place. It's easy to describe, and impossible to describe at the same.
It's warm, it's luminous. That is - there is sun and sky, a real blue sky. Elegant, ingenious electricity runs through the place, it transfuses the whole city and people living in it - quality internet, state-of-the-art telephony, thousands of neoteric services. Did I say city? Well, of course, this is an immense, beautiful city, a magnificent metropolis. In clubs and bars they don't speak about money,- but they discuss Art in the Net, Art on screens and neotype beauty. Exhibitions and festivals of new media arts take place in the major halls of the city in a never-ending consecution, causing an outburst of emotions. Flashes and applause: Long live media artists! And women here are amazingly gorgeous, young and so educated, that they can see and adore the romance of net art and other sophisticated manifestations of artistic genius. What language do they speak? This is incomprehensible, most likely - the language of love and telecommunication.
Frames supersede one another with furious speed, it's difficult to discern anything else : There are many monuments to media artists and their masterpieces here, and those monuments are always covered with flowers. Colorful, variegated, real fresh flowers, lots of flowers, lots and lots of flowers :
Looks like I'm hallucinating. Such a place can't exist on Earth. Nowhere, never. Nowhere. "Simply understand: never - is happiness, simply believe - emptiness is heaven."
Or, nevertheless : Or, can it?
Sergei Teterin
telecommunication artist
http://www.teterin.raid.ru/e/
RUSSIA