Second Life


Six new photos added -

Eyebeam is having Open Studios this Friday and Saturday - these
are some studies for the event - images will be projected, with
(occasional) performances -


transparent avatar interlocks meshed from below,
virtual museum installation in empty space

mater stills
mater video

the enormity of these figures... hard to convey in virtual worlds...
you don't have to take my word for it... check it out, you'll see...
you can sense them looking down at you... guardians... working for
your benefit... whether you like it or not... it doesn't matter...
one at a time and it has to be night... broken into pieces always
reassembling... you can swallow them whole... their mouths big as
the universe... at least this universe... i'll tell you more, i'm


The Residents and a Dance

Following is the text of the toast by the President of Suriname, Runaldo:
"unable to write, president bush, #4422:laugh, at presidents, line 5:
Invalid indirection &cat=eb k true two presidential killings and their
effects on us history. (pause) (normal) Dear Mister President you are
CHARIOT CHARIOT. Dear ..... watched the president on tv 0.03user 0.02sy-
stem 0:00.05elapsed 100%CPU (0avgtext+0avgdata 0maxresident)k 0.03user
0.04system 0:00.18elapsed 38%CPU (0avgtext+0avgdata 0maxresident)k
0.04user 0.05system 0:00.22elapsed 40%CPU (0avgtext+0avgdata 0maxresi-
dent)k :prepared to support the president whole-heartedly, not with any
<HotPent> I have to do something presidenty today!!!! so I will shower!


arcitexting at Eyebeam

beam or submarine, this object provides the interior foil for
the platform dance "Eyebeam" done for all the "swells" in the
West Chelsea area and their "digs"

then a few tantalizing "stills" where all movement seems to


Wadih Sader in Projection / Commentary

Wadih Sader in Projection

The State Department brought 10 Asian journalists to Eyebeam today,and some of us showed what we have been working on. The images beloware from Second Life, with Wadih Sader in relation to the projections.



just when you think you're hollow enough to swallow the world,
and there's nothing left for you to do but cuddle under the walls,
light bursts forth, dissolving everything in a blue-screen wreck,
and everything you ever loved dearly topples and bursts away,
leaving the brilliance of shattered light over and over again,
and your fear oozes out, and you're disappearing a little more,
breaking everything down as you collapse in tears of misery and pain,
and you breathe and there's no air, bleed and there's no blood,
drown and there's no lake, burn, and there's no fire,
and you shout, there's pictures, pictures, pictures,
and you scream, there's magazines and book and plenty to hear,
and you cry, there's places to go and the moon is always full,
and the moon is always bright, and the moon is always there,

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