Mostly, it’s a database where biological assimilation feels like:
Touching the volatility of fences.
Measuring the ebullition point of melting borders.
Materialising ideas into dirt and rogue data.
It feels like pretending to colour inside the lines, as we reach out to feel the bleeding edges of pixels.
Designer doesn’t matter as much as design.
Input matters. Output matters. The rest is unassigned fluid.
Pixxelator is a scale-building exercise dedicated to exploring processes of mattering within the politics of existence. It is part of an ongoing conversation I’ve been having with myself, in an attempt to find meaning where I think I’m supposed to find meaning:
Feelings, fluids, whatever sticks in between.
The processes we manipulate.
The processes that manipulate us.