{"id":1381,"date":"2025-07-07T07:05:19","date_gmt":"2025-07-07T07:05:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jevelin10.local\/?post_type=fw-portfolio&p=1381"},"modified":"2025-11-18T22:34:52","modified_gmt":"2025-11-18T22:34:52","slug":"tumble-number-1-of-the-pilot-season","status":"publish","type":"fw-portfolio","link":"https:\/\/birdandocean.com\/studio\/project\/tumble-number-1-of-the-pilot-season\/","title":{"rendered":"Wild try: a wunderkammer tumble"},"content":{"rendered":"
[vc_section][vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”1071″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center” css=””][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][\/vc_section][vc_row overflow=”default” css=”.vc_custom_1747946634937{padding-left: 50px !important;}”][vc_column][vc_column_text css=”” el_class=”text_my_black”](about the image: I found it on the internet and tried to find the artist, but failed. If you know the artist, or are the artist, please tell me so i can credit you, or if you want me to remove the image let me know)<\/em>\n\n \n\n \n\ntry = experiment\n\nwild = not delicate, could get messy ugly strange fatuous … all kinds of unpleasantries might spring out from the swamp gasses – but “one-two, one-two” the vorpal will go snicker-snack. We’ll deal, we’ll deal and ART will triumph Ha!\n\nwunderkammer = “cabinet of wonders” = the internet\n\n \n\n \n\nFirst the semi-self-conscious doubtful mutterings enacted out loud for entrance into the temple (it all has to be carefully framed and presented because you and your f-ing need for tones, the tones have to please you, the chords must be clean to you, you must you must hear the music you need, dammit. Or not dammit. it’s actually a good thing you have needs. but art has needs too. be flexible, be open, be … ah whatever. But really, between your needs and my this wild desire … let’s do some art, Skippy. Ugh, that’s terrible. I should cut that. I’m not gonna cut that. I should cut that      …     )\n\n \n\nthen into the temple of art we go, dressed in rags, furtive, but god-damn determined: \n\n \n\n \n\nWhat to call this thing?\n\n“Excursionem ephemerus” ephemeralimus? ephemeratimosimae?\n\n“brain junk dump”? a spillover? over-spray. yikes …\n\n“Interwebsland”. Banal but “in yer face” banal. Like “Yeah! Banal! Ok? Banal – and smart too ok? yeah! ok.”\n\nOr like, passively-aggressively banal. “I mean it’s genius. Anyone with a brain can see it’s genius except – oh, wait a minute, you can’t get past the title. Pff. Sheesh.”\n\nBut actually i want it to be painful, with a sharp delicious pain, like a loose tooth. You know what i mean? the kind of pain that’s your body saying “Deal with this. Deal with this now. The tooth’s got to come out so deal with it. Deal with it now. DEAL WITH IT! tooth’s got to come out …”\n\n“Interwebsland” is meant to include all the tangled webs we weave, all of them together: books, movies, city streets, cloth, poems, internet, memories, tennis rackets string-beds, social hierarchies, theories, songs … all the tangled web of webs we weave<\/em>, all the strands our minds and bodies crawl along.\n\n I don’t know, maybe it’s better not to call it anything. Too late though. That bit of web’s already been spun.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][vc_section css=”.vc_custom_1747946712805{padding-bottom: 20px !important;}”][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1753528017369{padding-left: 50px !important;}” el_class=”text_my_black”]The project as a whole i shall name:\n

Alice in Interwebsland (all us in interwebsland?)<\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\nAnd let each instance be called a “tumble”. Or a “crawling”? because, you know, webs? Or a “skittering” maybe? Or an “entrapment”? because, you know, webs? No, “tumble” is good. Ok, that’ll do.[\/vc_column_text][\/vc_column][\/vc_row][\/vc_section][vc_section css=”.vc_custom_1747945832664{padding-left: 50px !important;}”][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=”” el_class=”text_my_black”]So what is this thing? The idea’s to create a curated and commented tour, one in which the whole, the tumble into the whole, becomes an experience of its own, beyond the sum of its fragments. It has three parts: 1) an intro, as slight (as light? ass light? a slight?) as possible; 2) a series of websites and other media; 3) a cicerone’s interstitial comments, sometimes sullen and mumbled, sometimes cackling, sometimes cryptic and apparently sage – but who knows for certain?\n
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Still not sure? me too.<\/div>\n
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‘Oh, do not ask, \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/div>\n
Let us go and make our visit.’<\/div>\n
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Tumble the first, of the pilot season<\/h2>\n
(Upon stepping down from the river-boat gangplank, prior to exploring the rustic market town which is the very first stop on today’s excursion, the cicerone touches your fingers. You freeze! What’s this person trying to do? You think: I don’t want love, I DO NOT WANT LOVE! But it’s alright. He desires only to whisper in your ear a word of advice: “If you don’t have an adblocker installed on your browser, you might want to get one before clicking on any of those video links.” You pull away, confused, uncertain whether you feel grateful or disgusted. You stride with head down towards a market stall where you hope to find a moment of privacy to sort through your fluttering emotions, but while still within earshot he calls out to you: “Firefox with uBlock Origin is golden!”)<\/div>\n
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… and the tumble begins … here:<\/div>\n
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