Singing Pi (the long song)

FROM THE ORIGINAL K.I.A. substack HERE (with more images): LINK

Singing Pi:

Silence, still. He hasn’t sung for forever. No melodies, no lyrics have come to him for a very long time. No songs, so no singing. And so the days go. On and on.

One day, randomly, he comes across a website. A single page, very long: it shows the first million digits of pi. And suddenly… in his head he hears a faint melody. Using the numbers as the lyrics, at last he begins to sing.

A half hour later he’s interrupted by a call. (A job interview). Before he heads out to the meeting he downloads the pi page as a file to his phone. He bookmarks where he stopped singing.

A week later in a spare moment he opens the file, and, from where he left off, sings further along the number. Then over the days, here and there, he sings a bit more of the decimals. (Kind of loud when in the shower; sotto voce while in his tiny new office). His melodies and motifs evolve and circle and repeat, but the lyrics are always new — he only ever sings the next series of infinite digits.

He begins to sing them in the mornings, as a warm mantra to welcome the sun. And sometimes, as a muted melody, at night for the new moon. He tries the numbers out as a Christmas carol, as a hot dog jingle, and one New Year’s Eve at the uni pub (on a dare from a girl), he karaoke’s the next-in-line numbers to the tune of Auld Lang Syne.

For a Mardi Gras lark he tries some of the sequence out on the street with his brass band. To get his punk on he shouts pi out with his garage band. To do true justice to the number with hours-long jams he finally does the obvious and forms a math rock band. (Called “πhsh”. They gain an avid following. He is able to rest his vocal cords during the extended guitar solos, but he learns 0 to 9 in ASL because sometimes he loses his voice completely during their marathon performances, and so has to sign pi.)

And on. He croons a verse/chorus sequence of numbers as a love song to his wife (the darer) at their wedding. (She laughs). Increasingly life-busy he sings the number less-frequently, but he does yodel to his wife some epenthesized digits while in the mountains on their third-point-one-fourth anniversary. (She frowns).

He never yodels again.

But he does continue to sing pi over time. With a joyful series of the numbers he sirens his son out the womb. (As he catches their baby his wife frowns and laughs.) He also outsources the song — sometime on, he sponsors the uniforms for his son’s little league baseball team (the Pines) because they cheerfully agree to war-chant, at the start of each weekly game, a few more numbers down the line.

The song, now many, many decimal points in, is delivered (in French) as a jaunty chanson for the cancan encore of a local musical production that he directs. Also his favourite students (after checking where he is in the decimals in the updated file) include some numbers as the hook for their thesis rap.

Others of the numbers are sung for him in numerous ways: at a conference he coaxes a visiting member of the Tibetan Dge-lugs-pa sect into throat-singing a deep sequence, and a Swede to perform the next numbers as a high mountain herding-song. On March 14th he pays a singing-telegram man to herald the following figures while riding a skateboard throughout the campus. And so on, till a last one at work: a long set of digits, in Italian, is lovingly sung to him by a teary, barrel-chested colleague, an operatic lament for him on his final day of teaching before retirement.

After that, less. He does, intermittently and with only half a heart, scat some numerals with his latest band (a jazz trio), but before long they break up due to the complications. Then a rest on the unlimited digits. An interlude on that irrational number, for a while. A certain caesura. A grand pause, and on. Permanently, he thinks.
But at last he returns to it, at his wife’s request. He sings it to her as a lullaby in the evenings (as she lives out her last days in the hospital bed).

So on, and along. With aged ears, voice gone, and a slowing heart, the last lyrics he ever hears in the long song come from his son in the next room. He is serenading his own young daughter, teaching her to sing the infinite numbers. In his head, in repose in his bed as his eyes close, he sings along with them in soft harmony, and he knows he has sung forever.

THE WINDOW:

PRINTS FROM “THE WINDOW”: HERE

NOTES:

• one million digits of pi, printed in a single line, is one mile long (font size 8 point)

• it would take roughly 5.8 days (139 hours) of continuous speaking to recite the first million digits of pi, average speaking speed of 120 digits per minute without breaks (vocal font size 8 point)

• pi (3.14159 …) has been computed out to 10 trillion digits with no evident pattern. (but there is no mathematical proof yet showing there isn’t a pattern, so we don’t know for sure… maybe it all repeats after three hundred and a fourteen trillion)

• Possible “The Window” exhibition wall arrangement: a group of three (space) then one (space) then a group of four (space) the one (space) and so on….

• the above story came from a dream of mine where souls from different dimensions sing their pi to each other to signal where they are from — cuz time and space work differently in every dimension, and so circumference ÷ by diameter (the formula for π) is different for everyone’s home dimension. I also had a dream where music was my DNA. You could play it like a harp. (I made that song real; it’s prob. the aural equivalent of this post… if curious you can hear it here: Music Is My DNA (Spotify, Apple etc) listen for the hum that runs throughout all the changeups

• why pi? cuz it’s both random and infinite and impossible but actual— which are the themes (and/or working process) of The Window photo series. And also: music is eternal. Archeologists have found playable flutes that are 40,000 years old. The oldest known song (that can be reconstructed) is the Hurrian Hymn #6, from 1400 BCE, in Canaan (Syria), performed on the lyre (a small harp). Greensleeves — a pop song, still sung today — is nearly 500 years old.

• math rock is a real thing. math rock makes use of more non-standard, frequently changing time signatures such as 13/8 . Some bands are: King Crimson, Game Theory, Weapons Factory, with hints of Pearl Jam, and other two-word groups. (There’s even one from Taiwan: Elephant Gym.) a subgenre of it is mathcore. like, harder math. calculus rock. none of the bands, to my knowledge (and a halfhearted google search) have ever recorded pi, or used a 3.14/8 time signature, so maybe only they are only mathsoftcore…

• obv. every shot in this set of pics is a musician - unposed, candid, and caught by chance, improv jazz, like all photos in The Window series. (music is another sub theme of the project — each photo like an individual note in a bigger song. the various sets/groupings that resonate with each other I suppose are the chords). anyway the guy on the skateboard has an operatic voice and sings beautifully as he shoots through traffic on his skateboard. you can hear him for blocks and blocks. as for the 2nd last photo (b&w): not sure if the guy on the left is a “somebody” in the music world, but the guy on the right hustled across the street to shake his hand and enthusiastically ask him lots of questions — that’s why he’s playing air guitar. and as for the last photo, as she danced on the chessboard playing with her dad, the little girl sang away in some language only she understood. maybe singing out her home dimension.

• …The Window , for the noobs, is one massive infinitely recombinant portrait of the times composed of sub-portraits (grouped sets by theme) composed of single portraits — individual photos of people shot randomly in unstaged ephemeral-but-eternal moments:

  The Window : the long view

NSA Keyword Poem: Deadbeef Atomicraft (Immaculate Constellation tee shirt edit)

New limited edition wearable artwork: a wordwork by K.I.A., a poem using only top secret keywords used by the CIA, NSA, (and so on), on the below (numbered) t-shirt. Guaranteed to start a discussion. Or a rendition. Or an abduction.

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DEADBEEF ATOMICRAFT  KH-11

The chameleon man, the alchemist,
the eternity server, a mole;
with visionquest, by retinal fetish,
a scanner of the keyhole

Spies not daisy, iris, hollyhock, or rose,
but something maverick (or from the Weekly World News),
unclassified, anonymous, explicit, rogue,
veiled forthcoming but with an unlimited view

Pornstars plus ninja on calliope indigo,
(with a dazzler predator debugging the concerto)
a cowboy, redheads, and a sharpshooter with a glock,
and in the sidemirror, an elf, a gorilla, and sphinx with a lock

Eavesdropping jazz jargon and pinknoise passwords,
he flashbangs a merlin -- phreaking XS4all,
ramjets past  jupiter, then a megastar, and at last bursts
through diamondchips and galaxydust to breach nightfall...

There, in sugargrove sweetdreams to see
reddawn & bluesky crystallize a white sea
but suddenly, to stun, comes temblor, whirlpool, tsunami,
to scissor inspiration, sing disaster sagacity

Comes a crazytrain babblequest conundrum,
and thinkchew thunderweb doublevision,
no noblequest just atomicraft, warstock bullion
of immaculate constellation

Then the virus messiah — the tarot card reveal
deadbeef frozentundra, a blizzard,
a blacksnake in firelake with the 777 seal,
in derby hat with third chance, a mockingbird

The Sundevil, the Dragonmaker, with halo duress
white giant sorcery, in blackflesh,
using magyck and darkshroud, all trojan, to turn
offensive utopia into a chemical burn.

NOTE: The poem, now in quatrains (cuz Nostradamus), has been edited to include the latest UFO / UAP secret project name recently revealed by a whistleblower, and the rhyme tightened. The original poem appears in this painting (which also contains Area 51 landing-strip map, blueprints for a listening device bug, and digital camouflage patterns), more about HERE:

up the long slide (even jack black)

TL; DR: below the surface & to the sun (Verticality, Part Two, by K.I.A.)

The original “Verticality” image arrangement (post) became concrete because of a synchronicity. I’d selected a series of photos of ephemeral moments — of disparate content, and taken with separate intents — which were captured over the course of a year, and then grouped them by elevation (how far the subject was from the ground). A vertical visual poem.

Just after I’d curated that grouping, by chance, I came across the poem “High Windows” by Philip Larkin. Here’s its last stanza:

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: / The sun-comprehending glass, / And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows / Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

The poem’s last stanza resonates with the themes of The Window (continuity, infinity, with hints perhaps of both despair and transcendence… ). And, of course, the main hook was that all the photos in this series (of series) are, literally, taken from a high window.

So I used the poem as the connecting thread for that first post some time ago, but for a while now I’ve wanted to do a Verticality sequel. (Or… or maybe a franchise, at some point merchandising the IP with toys, maybe a gin or a tequila line, and possibly a cologne or a perfume — with signature top notes of transcendence, and base notes of despair). But I’ve held off for dittophobia.

Then a few days ago, out of nowhere, this famous line popped into my head:

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Balenciaga Winners

(Holiday) At bottom is a stack of ‘stacks from over this year, in case you missed some; many have also been refined post-post, i.e. the Dick Cheney bit re: Cthulhu prompt in the Notes of the AI for an Eyesubstack.

But before that listicle, some silent “product placement”* shots: Balenciaga, Ferrari, Porsche, Enfants Riches Déprimés, iPhone, Anthropologie, Ford, Roger Dubuis, Winners.

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never hold snow (an ode via images) by K.I.A.

“Winter’s my favourite though. Stars are snow. Flakes that haven’t yet fallen to earth, tiny white frozen fires descending from the sky in lovely twirls. I joined them, in pirouettes and leaps across the yard, trying to get one to land in my opened hand — I imagined, the whole day, sitting inside, a wee girl looking out, all ways, always, even when it wasn’t a blizzard.”

“One winter night I dreamt of cold little suns landing on each of my fingertips — in slow motion I saw their icy coronas melting into every whorl. I woke up that morning to see sparkles in the thousands, a whole flattened galaxy, a snowy Milky Way on the ground and which I so longed to walk upon, like a wizard.”

“A wonder to walk, wipe a drip from lips after a summer ice cream… So I’ll never hold snow, now I know, or a baby or even a balloon, or ever hand out Easter eggs or unwrap a Halloween candy (my hands such terrible weather, tiny tornados), and there’s no catching a bouquet or leading a Mardi Gras parade (though take note of these gorgeous legs!), and of course no jumping about like a silly goat like the little ones.”

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All The Hills Echo Ha Ha He He (The Window by K.I.A. pt 54)

An angst-antidote — excerpts from Songs of Innocence by William Blake, paired with images from The Window photo installation series:

Merry, merry sparrow!/Under leaves so green/A happy blossom/Sees you, swift as arrow,/Seek your cradle narrow, /Near my bosom
-THE BLOSSOM

Pretty joy! / Sweet joy, but two days old. / Sweet joy I call thee: / Thou dost smile, / I sing the while; / Sweet joy befall thee!
-JOY

When the meadows laugh with lively green, / And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene; / When Mary and Susan and Emily / With their sweet round mouths sing ‘Ha ha he!
-THE LAUGHING SONG

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AI FOR AN EYE

TL; DR: cans and can’ts of text photography, censorship, and leg numeracy

(All images in this post available as signed and numbered prints, contact.)

Polymelia Man by K.I.A.

A dog wearing sunglasses is apparently so dangerous that some text-to-image A.I.’s won’t let you generate one due to their guidelines. So too a glass of champagne, at least when the prompt is “An older woman walking a dog in a stroller which has an attached basket with a champagne glass in it, and the dog is wearing sunglasses”. (For what nefarious reasons would you even ask to generate that, you may inquire? I mean, if you wanted to make something reallydisturbing, you’d request something like “a man wearing a cat on his shoulder like a parrot*”). The very same artificial intelligence’s safety-ism didn’t stop the image creation (above) of “a man in costume with a cane, on a brick sidewalk, photographed from above”… but then on its own dark whim the AI added a frightening — some might suggest nefarious — third leg on the fellow.

A skeleton hand was also OK to AI into a dumpster, but a handgun and dildo got a guideline warning and were not generated. “WARNING: some words do not match our guidelines and have been removed”:

“In his house at R'lyeh, dead cthulhu waits dreaming to move” by K.I.A. and K.A.I.

Text-to-image Cthulhu, H.P. Lovecraft’s ancient octopus-headed demon (who Wiki says is a “source of constant subconscious anxiety for all mankind”, and whose worshippers practice loathsome rituals), got an enthusiastic aye-aye from the AI, so below I am able to show you the Great Old One (at least as seen on the side of his her their new endeavour, a zero-carbon-emission** moving-van franchise):

I had to include some text photography for this series, since The Window project is kinda meta, and has touched upon many types of photography — appropriation, surveillance, rephotography, camera obscura, motion capture, Polaroid composites, etc., and the writing has name-checked various lens-based artists, from Adams to Bresson to Maier to Tilmans to Wall…

So as long as I used real The Window photographs as generation-reference (i.e. the Cthulhu image above uses an actual photo from the “U-Haul Psalms” series), it technically doesn’t break my 1 rule: all shots in the 24/7/365 project must be taken from a single location. (The text photography in this post’s grouping is also a type of “Artist steal thyself”, as it uses from scratch my own images and words, which is more interesting than sampling OPA — other people’s art — as inspiration, homage, outright theft, or via AI)…

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What's the Point?

(imperative, declarative and metonymic oh my!)

TL; DR: just see the point(s) ☟

Humans learn to point around 15 months of age (related to language development), first using their whole hand, then, three months later, by extending their index finger. Infants first do imperative pointing (i.e. to ask for a toy too far away or a sweet they want), and declarative pointing, (i.e. to indicate something new or interesting, like a dog entering the room.)

Animals don’t point. This includes mammals with fingers, like simians. However, even though they don’t point in the wild, when in captivity gorillas and chimpanzees learn how to do it from humans. Dogs understand pointing (from thousands of years of interacting with people — cats, also domesticated, just can’t be bothered), as do dolphins (perhaps because their echolocation “beam” is a sonic type of pointing).

There are numerous ways of pointing: semiotic primitive; pseudo-pointing; syntactic; cross-species litmus test… (see “Fifteen Ways of Looking at a Pointing Gesture” by Kensy Cooperrider for more of them.) Metonymic pointing is where you use the gesture to draw attention to an abstract concept — for example, a stressed staffer points to their watch to signal to the malapropping President answering questions it’s time to go; a heartless developer points to your home to indicate a proposed subway and condominium development… ):

Pointing can be difficult to interpret — for example, if you are wordlessly communicating with a person who doesn’t speak your language and you point to an apple, are you drawing attention to its color, its shape, your hunger? If you point to it three times, are you indicating a different attribute each time?

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Nuns to Gnostics (Buddha, Baphomet, Jah, Jesus, Yahweh, Waheguru... ) The Window pt. 51 by K.I.A.

All the below so close (within a 15’ area), and not so far apart.

On the autumnal equinox the woman above and five others danced through the streets at sunset, wearing flower crowns, celebrating Mabon (“The Witch’s Thanksgiving”) in honour of nature’s abundance.

“May good thoughts come to us from all sides”, a Hindu prayer.

A Sikh principle is sarbat da bhala (“the welfare of all” or “may everyone prosper”)

This woman is going to a Powwow (an Indigenous gathering to celebrate culture, tell stories, sing, and perform traditional dances) somewhere downtown. On her regalia is the circular Four Directions symbol (white N, red S, yellow E, black W), one meaning of which is the interdependent relationship between all living things.

The tefillin is a small black box containing verses from the Torah, worn by Orthodox and traditional communities by wrapping the attached leather straps around the arm and forehead. The purpose is to keep one’s focus on spiritual development, not worldly desires.

An Apostle …...

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The Window as “networked” installation showing complex connections across images, time, people…

heart cave in (so much beauty in the world)

“I need to remember … Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can't take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.” — Ricky Fitts (American Beauty, plastic bag scene)

objectifying, fetishizing, aesthetizing, anesthetizing, romanticizing, othering, ignoring, apotheosizing, burlesquing, proselytizing presenting

Image 1 and final bookend image (14): Garbage Truck in Blue and Red taken 3 am, with found lighting from a strobing ambulance attending a close-by calamity

This post’s haiku:

white specks of snow fall
black bag shiny wrinkled worn
man wears to keep warm

Some bottles throughout art history: Roderick O’Conner (Still Life With Bottles), Cezanne (Still Life With Peppermint Bottle), Warhol (Green Coca-Cola Bottles), Ai Wei Wei’s Untitled 1993 (Song dynasty sculpture inside a whiskey bottle), and er, Jeff Koons’ Dom Perignon bottles (“some of the most affordable Koons works on the market”)

Title: Still Life, With Bottles

Title - After A Sudden Gust of Wind (After Jeff Wall ((After Hokusai))

The nightclub at the back of the alley stashed their empty bottles in a former apartment below us (the building was being vacated for condo demolition); they weren’t officially paying rent for the space, so it didn’t have locks…

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Protest! Antitest!

Signs & Flags & Tees & Trucks of the times

FOUND WORD POEM:

We stand
as one — we will not comply;
from the river to the sea,
just say,
no, don’t believe the lies —
essential liberty,
hugs, temporarily blocked,
50% off,
can’t we just all get along
(subject to court injunction),
we will fight in the court. Hibachi
…cont’d at the link below

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ᴉuʌǝɹsᴉou <-> inversion (a la Graham & because Baselitz)

TL; DR: if the sky were ground
(ʇɥǝ Mᴉupoʍ by K.I.A., p.50)

“New York City 1 (After Mondrian)”

For 75 years, the Mondrian painting “New York City I” (a grid of red, yellow, blue, and black linear adhesive tapes) was hung upside down. Research eventually proved that it should be shown the other way around. However, due to possible damage, the painting would continue to be displayed the wrong end up. “If you were to turn it upside down now, gravity would pull it into another direction. And it’s now part of the work’s story,” said curator Meyer-Büser in 2022. “Once I pointed it out to the other curators, we realised it was very obvious” (italics mine):

“New York City 1” (Mondrian): Left: right; Right: wrong

Georg Baselitz is famous for exhibiting his paintings upside-down — or rather, right-side up, but with the subject matter inverted — to create unease and/or to make the content more difficult to interpret. His first inverted painting was in 1969, “The Wood on Its Head”. Flipping a traditional landscape of a tree made the work overcome representation, its artificiality highlighted, and left-brain analysis of it disrupted. The subject of the art was not as important as the work’s visual insight. It is immediately obvious that the tree, or in later works, the human being, is not the right way up. Genius, or gimmick? Bravado, or branding?

"Untitled" (Baselitz) - "Titled" (K.I.A.)

Rodney Graham is well-known for his photographs of trees hung upside down. (This presentation method evolved from his use of camera obscura, where a pinhole in a wall is used to isolate and cast the image —upside down and reversed, because light travels in a straight line — at large scale onto a facing wall). Of these works Graham said “I was also using a kind of readymade strategy based on the disputable assumption that a photograph is not art but an upside down photo is.”

"Welsh Oaks #1" (Graham) - "City Trees Two" (K.I.A.)

Some of the photos for The Window project/portrait/installation were shot upside-down. This was due to: 1) mistake, 2) the need to see around an obscuring object, like overhead wires, 3) not wanting the subjects to change their behaviour as a result of noticing the photographer’s movements 4) wanting to stay alive. (Meaning sticking the camera out the window without looking in order to avoid stray bullets from shootings, prevent rocks thrown from drug dealers or molotov cocktails from motorcycle gangs, and not garner a deadly look from that socialite after she stole flowers from a planter).

These images would usually be re-oriented when editing… unless visually it would enable two or more simultaneous readings — that is, a perceptual shift: is the skater dropping down into the flowerbed as if descending from a balcony above, or across it, launched towards the bottom of the photo from a crash…

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Grand Theft Photo (Appropriation, OK!)

A.I. poison & Prince-ly appropriation by K.I.A. (TL; DR: stolen shoots (The Window 47)
(PRINTS HERE & BY REQUEST)

In the ‘80s Richard Prince rephotographed a famous cigarette ad (the iconic cowboy riding a horse), cropped out the text, and presented it as his own work. By recontextualizing it, he transformed the shot into capital-A Art.

Appropriation art was not a new idea — Sturtevant’s painting repeats, Warhol’s soup cans, Duchamp’s urinal, and so on, probably back to the second-ever cave painting. But Prince’s appropriation did, and still does, stir up controversy.

Concerns of copyright, fair use, “added value” (changing the original enough to call it a new work), originality, authorship, ownership, effort, legacy, history, and of course acknowledgment and compensation are even more of a concern now that text-to-image A.I. can generate (appropriate) any style of art or artist you want. “Generate a Frank Lloyd Wright drawing”, “Make a painting in the style of Basquiat”.

Unlike Prince, all the photos in this post appropriate (hijack) the event not the shot. With the staging stolen, the images are recontextualized. They are candid pictures of other people’s mediated messages. They are meta-photos of a crime scene, an advertising campaign, a tv production, an Only Fans session, a fashion shoot, a text home, a family album, wedding photos, dating app pics, Instagram posts, TikToks (with faux paparazzi), and selfies, selfies, selfies…

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The Geometries of Taylor Swifties (THE WINDOW by K.I.A. pt 45)

TL; DR: Taylor Swift Dance Party participants, in polygons (PRINTS HERE & BY REQUEST)

I hear shrieks outside. It’s early evening, spring. Shouts, cries, and loud exclamations in big cities are alarming… but in rare cases, like this, they are joyous — the sounds from down below The Window are emanating from a flock of Swifties, in line for a Taylor Swift Dance Party. They are laughing loudly, and eager to shake it (off).

According to statistics, there are about a shibillion Swift fans worldwide. Here are a few of them — sequinned, blue-jeaned, braided, cowboy’d, lumberjacked — free-range, in their various geometries:

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IMAGES:

heXXagram

acute triangle

90,100, 60, 120 degrees of swifties

quadrilateral non-parallelogram with purses

biPhonic right angle

15 degrees ensequinned

theoretical investigations on geometrical structures of swiftie clusters

Geometries and glyphs of fans and fame, and the infinite mystery and magic of celebrity — Taylor’s a symbol, or sigil, for positivity, that’s why the lineup.

I go downstairs and join it.

love vector

I shriek a little (but joyously).

The Window w/ Swifties Geometries

NOTES:

-“Siri, Siri, in my hand, who is the famous-est in the land?”
“Taylor Swift, Of Course, is the famous-est in the land. There were 10,751,000 searches for her on Google this month, twice as many as the next famous-est, Ronaldo.”

- in the pic w/the pink cowboy hats, if you could “enhance enhance enhance” (as they do in movies) the girl’s iPhone image on the right, you’d see me leaning out the topmost window, 25’ above, taking photos. The only person to actually notice my actions was the girl who gave me the peace sign.

-The Window (all images in the photo series 24/7/365. from the one window) is mostly about interconnections across single images over a span of time. This post is one of the few showing multiple photos of a single moment (others were of a shooting, and a fire; while How Far the Man and UHaul Psalm were multiples of a single subject, but across a span of time.)

-the panoramic photo shows a few people in the lumberjack phase

-re: Google AI debacle, I queried it to generate images of a Swiftie & it made this:

-apparently the next Taylor Swift album “The Tortured Poets Department” comes out April 19 2024. So I asked Chatgpt to write a tortured haiku using Swift song titles, and it gave me this: Endgame without you / Haunted by blank space, lost love / Teardrops on my guitar

The Girl. The Vampire. The Murder. The End. (The Window photo series pt 46)

TL; DR: serendipitous scenes for imagined movies (The Window pt 46)

PRINTS FOR ALL PHOTOS IN POSTS HERE: LINK

An animé character escapes from her simplistic cartoon into the real world to see a rainbow, fall in love, have sex, fart, and sword fight, not necessarily in that order, before she gets rewritten.

After a simple pitch goes horribly wrong, the surviving salesmen begin to suspect that one of them faked their Six Sigma sales-course certificate.

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An influencer unwittingly records a murder in the window behind her and has to outsmart the criminals, the cops, the CIA, and social media to stay alive and get a brand sponsorship…

The motorbike. The heist. The woman. The betrayal. The chase. The roadblock. The discussion about Plato’s cave, simulation theory, and whether AI-generated virtual realities should be pre-decolonized by large language models rewriting user requests. The shootout. The end….

With a murder about to occur in the fishnet industry, six undercover policemen — one Black, one Indigenous, one white, one South Asian, four Women, two LGBTQ2SIA+, one Questioning, one and a half Deaf, and two from Quebec, one of them a curve model and the other Muslim — investigate.

Time-tourists travel back from the far future in their Chronobago only to find they are tiny in size compared to 21st century humans, and are also parked illegally. After their argument with the traffic cop goes viral on WorldStarHipHop, they must evade competing oligarchs muscling them to start a podcast, do a terrarium residency in Vegas, use their tiny hands in artisanal cobalt mines, and/or tell them how much Bitcoin is going to be worth in two years, not necessarily in that order, all before their impounded temporal recreational vehicle is sold off at a police auction, stranding them hundreds of years from home.

LL Cool J’s elite NSA vampire SEAL team secretly reunites to stop a shadowy cabal of NWO WEF scientists from using AI to hijack the CERN collider in order to flatten the Earth into a 15 minute city, but first they must trace some NFTs back to ISIS, battle UN undeads, avoid NASA NPCs, and race to stay ahead of international sunrises.*

An unemployed and depressed android comes to Earth to find work at Chick-fil-A, win at Chemin de Fer, and take up capoeira — oh, and stop the apocalypse with his rabo de arraia.

A man lives with no account of Time; no Arts; no Letters; no Society; and which is worst of all, continuall feare, and danger of violent death; And the life of man, solitary, poore, nasty, brutish, and short,** necessarily in that order.

The angel Raguel comes to Earth to decide The End and sees that things are pretty good actually compared to every other era ever, so flies back to heaven.

NOTES:

-*Rotten Tomatoes review by RoyalWee2 for Vampires VS: IV — 🍅 “Good, but not spectacular enough, nor intimate enough, to really impress us. We get fatigued (although it is LL’s most relatable performance since episode 133 of NCIS: Hawai’i)”

-** from Thomas Hobbes' book Leviathan, 1651 (not coming soon to a theatre near you)

-for the international readers, the equation for Chronobago is: Time + Winnebago

-”Chemin de Fer” is a form of the gambling game baccarat, which is also known as punto banco; coincidently, all three have been used as nom de queere on Rupaul’s Drag Race; two by contestants, and one by a judge (Punto Banco.) “Rabo de arraia” is a capoeira kick, inverted and over the head, like a stingray’s strike. It was not used as a pseudonym on Drag Race. (It was used in “Pose” season 3 for a side character).

-good news: because the film has been pre-decolonized, the Academy has awarded the “Untitled Fishnet Crime” movie a 2025 Oscar

-”The chase. The desert. The shack. The girl. The roadblock. The end.” is the famous tagline on the original movie poster for the 1971 film Vanishing Point

-The angel. The descent. The judgement. The end.

-as always, all the photos are of real people caught in candid moments as they walk by The Window, (with no photoshopping, just color adjustments), and are the art, with the words (these words) always subordinate — especially when they are humorous. or "humorous”. (See the “How Far the Man” post for something more serious. Or “serious”.)

-the inspiration for this post came after seeing the above be-suited business guys walking just like:

Bonus image: (pinch up to magnify the billing block easter eggs):

The end.

happiness like motion!

TL; DR: bodies, rest & motion (The Window photos project by K.I.A. Part. 44)

golden shoes:

“Lie back…” says the meditation instructor. “Feel the weight of gravity on your shoulders…your spine… your legs. Take a long slow breath.” I do. “Become stillness.” I don’t. I mean, how could you — the planet* is spinning like an enormously torqued merry-go-round, trying to fling us off at 1000 miles per hour! The Earth is also racing around the sun at 67,000 mph, like a desperate-to-win interplanetary NASCAR driver on the final lap. Not only that:

night rider

Our solar system is careening around the centre of the galaxy like a meth-snorting dirt biker loop-de-looping inside a metal sphere at the county fair at 492,126 mph. Our galaxy is spinning like an overclocked whirling dervish at 600,000 mph, and oh, by the way also hurtling outwards at 372 mph. (Oops, wait, that’s per-second. It’s actually 1,300,000 mph**).

incredible lightness of wheelieing

And OMG, even space itself moves — the entire universe is expanding like a (well, like a universe expanding so insanely they measure it per million light years) at 357,000 miles per hour/mly………

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in praise of fails: Weatherworks - land art installations by K.I.A.

TL; DR: 30-foot art done-30° (“The Window” winterlude)

On Horizons

The newly frozen bay, somewhat snow white, sounds out as it warps — ringing, and singing, like an ice siren, alarm and allure. I jump, stomp, and kick down while walking onto this winter canvas. I’m holding a broom sideways — if I fall through, maybe it’ll save me. Should I be wearing a life jacket?

F1: Cities in Dust

Every December I make enormous weatherworks. The process is physically demanding — a duel, a sport, a dance — due to the difficult conditions (which are different every year). This art is always in cooperation with acquiescent to nature; i.e. this year, for the first time in ten, there is no ice. So “going-with-the-no-floe”, I shifted my colordrifts and glyphs to nearby snowy fields and frozen flora. But because the art is not at the time-honoured site, and I can only work at a much smaller size… all attempts are fails. (F1-F4):

F2: Color…Elide

Every December I make enormous weatherworks. The process is physically demanding — a duel, a sport, a dance — due to the difficult conditions (which are different every year). This art is always in cooperation with acquiescent to nature; i.e. this year, for the first time…

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ne're attives (The Window by K.I.A. pt 17)

The Doomsday Clock has now been moved to 90 seconds to midnight, and as a result many cities have begun holding exercises to train for emergencies like nuclear war. Above, a group of crisis actors practice for such an event. The run-through took place over 8 hours. They were paid minimum wage for the night. They had a lunch break at 2 a.m. Non-gluten meals were not an option. This photo was taken at 2:15 in the morning.

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These men are having an argument. It started out as a discussion, but escalated. It didn't come to blows, but there was some pushing. They were talking about fashion, and whether the correct term to describe one man’s wardrobe (on the left, nearest to the wall) was half-shirt, crop top, or midriffer. No one had heard of, nor liked, the last term, which had been proffered by the man furthest on the right. Shoves ensued. At some point the neologist had to leave the sartorial melee by peeling out on his motorbike….

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Themed sets of images from “The Window”:

Be My Woman Be My Man (queer, gay, transgender, LGBTQ+ song)

BE MY WOMAN BE MY MAN by Shinjuku Zulu
HEAR: on APPLE, YOUTUBE

 The soul is non-binary. Over lifetimes we have lives a both men, women and on the spectrum. “Be My Woman Be My Man” is about the yin-yang of sexuality and gender.

All master/synch rights owned 100% by Kirby Ian Andersen. Contact to license for tv or film productions.

ON ALBUMS:

- Various Chimeras

CREDITS:

Lyrics: Kirby Ian Andersen
Music: Kirby Ian Andersen
Performed by: K.I.A.

GENRE: dance / night club / party
VOCALS: male
THEME: positive songs about non-binary, transgender, LGBTQ+ music, pride month, trans, gay, dance

HEAR IT ON:

Apple
Spotify
Amazon
Tidal

Lyrics:

Be my woman, be my man

All master and synchronization rights to K.I.A. and Shinjuku Zulu songs are 100% owned by Kirby Andersen. To license K.I.A. or Shinjuku Zulu songs for film, tv or commercial productions, contact info[at]nu4ya[dot]com, with “song licensing” in the subject field.

Ultimulticulti

Caribana, asolkwin, tengu geta, karakou, zebra rocka, boba fett…

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