Rediscoverence 1

A White Cube sits misplaced in a valley. It recently underwent some construction. There had been scaffolding for such a long time that the Cube had grown around it, as how trees grow their roots around rusting metal fences. When the scaffolding finally folded down, the Cube was perfectly symmetrical and as linear as the architect had envisioned it. the architect could not be bothered to visit the construction site before the builders reported it completed, and he was thrilled when he arrived upon the finished cube's symmetry. subsequent visitors were also enthralled with the immaculate symmetry. But to select familiar eyes, it recalled in a most disturbed form a child's uneven scissor work. to those who had become so intimate with the cube during its germination as an asymmetrical sculpture, the so-called "symmetry" was absolutely jarring. Luckily for popularity, the cube's builders were the only ones ever on site during the process, who developed this strange sense of intimacy, from when the first foundation built up to when the scaffolding folded down. they all agreed that the stripped cube shivered like a hairless cat. and they will all surely never return.

The White Cube sits misplaced at the base of two massive mountains. Each is rather barren. The mountain facing the Cube’s pristine balcony displays its leeward side; rain is infrequent, but some hearty green still protrudes. The pristine balcony is actually just peaked. It has no safety accessories and the patio door is locked from the inside to prevent the insane from inevitably jumping — so the authorities say. But the locks don’t prevent the insane geniuses from breaking out onto the building’s estranged limb that levitates like a Siren’s taunt, drained of its extract substance and left a mere skeleton; that invites one and all to fill it, inhabit it, consume it; that holds on constant self-reserve a border of space for maintaining its fundamental emptiness — its immunity to vulnerability. It taunts the insane to first empty himself of his stinging and undirected lust, to then chuck it elsewhere only to instantly crave it back, like a fix getting the better of a foreseeing string of clarity.

The opposing mountain drops its slope down so aggressively that its green is long eroded from the rain and its followers. And here is the opportunity to gas up the valley’s green; beside the color-ridded slopes, it is a relentless videogame-green. It makes the whiteness appear mystical because a White Cube never does demand a surreal complement color.

But it is not true: the White Cube is not a cube. In fact it is quite a beautiful structure that puts the “White Cube” to shame. It transcends the typical detached anonymity and does not permit us to dispose of progress. Windows are ship-window-circles, crescents and half-phases; small and shapely annexes jut out, forming tone gradients to blur the outline, making a different interpretable silhouette for every glance. Spiral staircases transparent and bleak white swim out of the enclosure and go back in, some end on the video game green, some end perpendicular to the sky like odd chimneys.

The Cube also functions as a hospital that administers births. Zoom in. A unicorn sits up erect against the wall of one of the birthing rooms. She well assimilates to the cube’s tart sterilization because she is already too plasticky for reality. She sits alongside Laurie Anderson, who holds her newborn dog named Lolabel. And Lolabel isn’t a puppy; she is a full grown dog. Months prior, Laurie had arranged to have Lolabel sewn her into her stomach so that she could then give birth to her. Allegedly, Lolabel had barked during the entire operation trying to pull herself out while the surgeons were desperately trying to push her back in. It was all quite a mess, they reported. The unicorn watches Laurie kiss the dog’s head and say, “Hello little bonehead, I’ll love you forever.” Such an interaction that conjoins the end of an artificial pregnancy and the birth of a helicopter mother is a foreign one even to a very adaptable unicorn.

The unicorn manages to walk out of the White Cube hospital unnoticed and leaves Laurie preoccupied with Lolabel. The unicorn was inside the hospital for too long to have remained in sync with Rediscoverence. Mother Earth is already breathing and stirring. Mother Earth sparkles even more brazenly today than ever, though her accessories typically develop so seamlessly alongside her figure’s evolutions that they never assert themselves as identifiable features. The crinkly gold is an unpretentious glow that appears to mold up from her figure to her fiery writhing veil. And her movement is even more daringly tender: lain over voluptuous expanse her round belly curls around and outside itself and yet somehow she remains modestly insular.

Over there crawls a figure who until now blended into the floor. His new-coming glossy movement simulates a joker, yet so tentatively that he could almost as easily be a snake charmer. His body and his hair are tightly black and his feet, hands, and face are slender and deep and smooth, but his shoulders are just as red as Mother Earth is crinkly gold. He recognizes someone without seeing. Just as anonymous as he, and with a hearty androgyny that replaces his slyness, another figure’s unforeseen movement so strikingly ruptures her gray shell that beauty streaks out of her and then out of it. The dual stills of these figures together sew up a gaping common origin so that they jointly pass as a hermit and shell unit. The wind falls out of both of them like passed folds.

The white dress, which recalls the crinkly gold only because of its similar length, and the whipping sheet of hair that recalls the veil of writhing fire with its enigmatic command, together comprise the angel mass in the dark. Indulgently imaginatory inside of her sweet white and olive skins is the skeleton of a bird that has been angry and strained for much of her life, finally finding some solace in her coat.

The hermit crab unit sustains ruefully curling and the unicorn continues to dream wearily about her witnessings in the hospital. She wishes she had stayed; she always forgets how much Rediscoverence bores her until she arrives, and then forgets it again when she leaves. The angel now permeates Mother Earth with her huge and repressed hiccuping, and for the first time we see the pair like a curious, lovely friendship that nearly dissolved in time.