Gosia Wlodarczak  Australia

 

              

1.Drawing when drowning, 2004 digital photo     2.Swimming and Drowning, 2003 four stages performance, pigment and drawing on linen 49x67 in. /125x170 cm.     3.Shared Space 1, 2005 pigment acrylic glazing on Belgian linen 64x81 in. /162x205 cm.

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One’s private space is limited by my senses, remembrances and knowledge. It coexists with a myriad of different and private spaces in a process of continuous overlapping. These spaces are inhabited by things and people, which are in endless movement. Things and people form the shapes which float in a four dimensional reality. They are residents or visitors, subjects or objects at the same time. They carry equal importance although they are different from each other. The shapes, defined by lines, mark their unstable positions on slices of space and surfaces of time. (Gosia Wlodarczak)

For you will yield nothing to haecceities unless you realize that that is what you are, and that you are nothing but that. When the face becomes a haecceity: “It seemed a curious mixture that simply made do with time, weather and these people.” You are longitude and latitude, a set of speeds and slownesses between unformed particles, a set of nonsubjectified affects. You have the individuality of a day, a season, a year, a life (regardless of its duration)-a climate, a wind, a fog, a swarm, a pack (regardless of its regularity). Or at least you can have it, you can reach it.
A cloud of locusts carried in by the wind at five in the evening; a vampire who goes out at night, a werewolf at full moon. It should not be thought that a haecceity consists simply of a decor or backdrop that situates subjects, or of appendages that hold things and people to the ground. It is the entire assemblage in its individuated aggregate that is a haecceity; it is this assemblage that is defined by a longitude and a latitude, by speeds and affects, independently of forms and subjects, which belong to another plane, It is the wolf itself, and the horse, and the child, that cease to be subjects to become events, in assemblages that are inseparable from an hour, a season, an atmosphere, an air, a life. The street enters into composition with the horse, just as the dying rat enters into composition with the air, and the beast and the full moon enter into composition with each other.
(Deleuze and Guattari BECOMING-INTENSE, BECOMING-ANIMAL from A THOUSAND PLATEAUS. page 262)
 

 
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