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藍歌 Kaspar Ravel
> Glitch Artists Collective

あいか
New Media Artist
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kaspar.ravel [at] gmail.com

about me
hi i'm Kaspar, another 26 year old kid
who spends too much time on his computer.

since I've stopped repairing my grandma's laptop
I've been signed as a full-time visual artist
@ french visual arts label OYÉ [ oye-label.fr ]
with whom I tour yearlong doing a/v performances,
glitch art VJ sets and DJ experimental soundz

I wish I was better at a lot of things though.
above all I wish I knew how to grow plants.
plants are amazing ! and photosynthesis is waw.
so if everything goes well, I'll be growing salads
on Mars by the end of next year :D

- száll az űrhajó plz
on my own time I sonder through the interwebz
curating internet art from the Glitch Artists Collective
and occasionaly getting involved with other digital art scenes
such as Format C [ formatc.hr ] and local french collectives.

I'm also really passionate about language.
wether esoteric codes, digital linguo
languages of the world and their alphabets
poetry && programming languages
I even have my own though I rarely ever get to use it

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جنون -

il arrive que toute entière, mais seulement dit ou hurlé
elle ne cessa de courir quelques mètres dans le temps des kilomètres.
ses yeux qui écumaient entre les hydrophobes,
et les ateliers paradoxaux de courir à alzen,
puis repartir en chine qu'on dit qu'elle se tourna exactement.
la violence géométrique de cette fille
sa tenue secrète par l'adjonction à personne
il y a que vous n'êtes pas autour d'elle dans sa folie
à prendre les variations imprévisible du voyage
comme cela glisse mal comme d'être dans les escaliers
elle courait comme jamais la douleur
le cœur qui travaille en fleuve offre une rouge carmin
s'il y avait juste quelques pas, ils disparurent
ce temps, on aurait dit, ne l'avait voulu, s'arrangeant comme quelqu'un
la paume d'une voix : “elle défiera l'océan et le sien”

- AI poetry
trained from a dataset based off Alessandro Baricco



I got my first computer in 1997
and like most kidz on the internet
became completely obsessed about
constructing my identity within these spaces
+ hive-minding to create our own culture

10% techno-anarchist // 90% script-kiddie
> 100% dissociating from the world of adults
I started making money scamming perverts,
&& burning CDs for 2ndary school house parties.

But it wasn't until we lost the internet
that I realized how important it was.

to me it all triggered during the Arab Spring
I never realized how much power governments had over us
and how digital systems could effectively organize a resistance.
but this sentimental flame faded pretty fast.
only to die when social media started selling their users
and mass surveillance became common practice.

by the time digital media became democratized,
transparency was compromised for profit.
most people just acknowledged it,
while it tore generation Y appart.

in 2015 I was studying theater and programming
researching about glitch art for a contemporary play
when I realized that breaking rnd() shit in the name of art
actually made sense on a whole lot of socio-political levels

Glitch art is a way of saying :
"fuck you I won't do what you tell me".
Because to decide how you want to
[ read | write | execute ] >_data
should be your choice.

as artists in this digital era - deviating consumer habits,
- breaking media to rebuild the unintended -
taming wild accidents from commercial code,
are our means to inspire digital freedom.

since then I've been traveling all around
meeting up with citizens of the internet
trying to play my part on the interwebz
dedicating myself to finding/inspiring new means of expression
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