martin bonadeo

exhibitions

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thermosynthesis

horizon on dome

intimacy

moebius display

re-visits

japanese eyes

art closed circuit

the interactive corn

inmigrant/argentine

tires

underground sky

hope

wind chimes

NEWS

mulholland drive

two suns

closed open closet

off-on light

change change

real time still life

melted figures

still life wallpapered

corners

together

indoor windows

delayed clock

soul's path

el pueblo closed circuit

locked up landscapes

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description

In this project for an interactive installation, he was proposing computer logics as a possibility to think about political differences in Latin America, countries with important identity and institutional crisis. The question was: What happens when instead of confrontation between countries there is fusion, two forms that join together to generate a new one?
This work was based on a white flag artificially flaming in a mast, that functions as a screen for a computer connected to a specially developed interaction device. The PC was programmed to emit a beep and project an image of a random Latin American flag each time it received a signal from the movement sensors. When somebody crossed one of the lines painted in the floor, a different random flag was projected, superposing the last ones by luminance addition. After six or seven superpositions, the flag was almost white, pure light. The flag functioned as an inverted prism, the different colors and shapes transform into a total and even illumination that eliminated the shades, the vertices and the divisions. The computer traduced forms and the colors into numbers -bits- that could transform in quick arithmetical operations and generated new forms: simple light colors addition translates into complex symbolical multiplication over the flags of the different nations.
Seconds later, the random sequence begun again. The speed of the sequence depended on the amount and movement of the public in the room. When the gallery was empty at night, the flag was fluttering alone in its mast, without no technology more than the one of the iron and a textile ready to be loaded of a new sense.