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Cyclorhythmoscope

Flavia Regaldo / Aruan Mattos
Contribution by: Manuel Andrade

2011


“Cicloritmoscópio” takes the form of a series of amalgams presented in editions. Through the use of an itinerant cart, a variety of activities are organised, including texts, virtual walks, ordinary sketches, cyclical musical compositions and debates, amongst others. Each edition was created in collaboration with guest artists.

Installation and publications

Creature

_Amalgam 01 – Creature, Aruan Mattos/ Flavia Regaldo


Lecture

_Amalgam 02 – Lecture, André Castro


Pitch Dark

_Amalgam 03 - Pitch Dark, Nian Pissolati


Order

_Amalgam 04 – Order, Aruan Mattos/ Flavia Regaldo


Time

_Amalgam 05 – Time, Hernani Guimarães, Contributor: Glauco Dias, Musical composition and new additions to the cart: Leandro César


Publication
Cyclorhythmoscope

Woodcut cover on Kraft envelope paper

Set of 6 publications, offset printed on newsprint


textos
Amalgam 03_ Pitch Dark

Nian Pissolati


Directions for a Script of Darkness

First frame:
Eyes closed.
A trillion million points, very small and independent, shifting and drifting with the slightest turn of the eyes.

Second frame:
Darkness surface. Scratch, sphere, color, shape. Everything depends on the angle of the eyes’ movement in relation to the speed of action.
To squint is to multiply, to change direction, in short, to configure the entire

Third frame:
constellation into other things.

Fourth frame:
For now, almost nothing of darkness. It is after some time that things begin to change. The darkness forming itself, touching you. Darkness-dive. Bottom, inside the entire bottom that it already is.

Fifth frame:
Pause. Almost-not-alive. A few minutes, other years, or some invented thing.
Infinitesimal-infinite.

Sixth frame:
Darkness is never darkness. Tons of points and strange movements. Darkness is black. Blacker than black, and many other colors. Darkness is white, the smallest white.

Seventh frame:
The strange sensation of fitting inside the greatest smallest thing that exists.

Eighth frame:
Floating words, falling words, hanging them in some minimal corner of the darkness.

Ninth frame:
The darkness begins to grow on its own — evaporates, liquefies, dissolves.
Darkness-head-outside-the-head.
Deeper bottom but easier to escape from.

Tenth frame:
Dive into the darkness.

Eleventh frame:
Inventory.

Twelfth frame:
There is no time, nor machine.

Thirteenth frame:
Abandon the last w o r d s


Amalgam 01_ Creature

Aruan Mattos


vagabond heart wanders in drifting steps, wrinkling its nose at whatever stalls the tangled stillness among sordid yes
torpid whys.
cyclorhythmoscope
dilettante window.
vagrant life, there are my my beards. City, people, voluptuousness. I thought I was going down,
going up.

off-axis
crude
toothless life
fickle
voracious
what brings me?
staggering axis? beloved.

Nothing gives a damn. To be and to exist. To invent a having. To rise and to los—. Foolish middle-ground. Smelling crooked trinkets, fogged and dumbfounded. Sipping through pure rough pores. Harsh life.

Forget, weave. Light life. Cyclorhythmize this crazy life! Subjective to the bone.
To the tooth! Ah ah ah my toothache.