These objects are guaranteed to work. In a future world, new life forms evolve assembled out of the debris of civilization. These fragments

are assembled together to make war machines that create a spectacle out of comic juxtapositions and movements; a computing machine

bleeds its wires all over the floor as it generates answers; a city is made out of what used to be parts of its most base infrastructure and a

garden is created that is both absurd and beautiful. Tiny fragments enlarge to become part of a larger whole through a shift of scale and vice

versa. We recognize the pieces that make these machines only for a moment before the stability of signifier disappears into the assemblage.

How long will these machines last or how long should they? Once their life is over do these also disappear into what remains of our history--

waiting for another purpose, another meaning- an afterlife?

A miniature tank assembled out of a car jack, cycle wheels, etc rumbles across the floor. You can control its movement up to a point until a

parallel set of controls begins to take over. 

This machine can answer all the questions of the universe- except that all answers are randomly generated through a circuitry of movements

and noises. The only answers possible are ‘yes’, ‘no’ and ‘cancel.’

The Garden (at Pundole)
This is a garden made from the fragments of our everyday lives. In it is a longing for elsewhere. The other place is desire.

Infrared cannot be seen by naked eye (at The Guild)
We walk into this city and join a lost car as it tries to navigate a maze like city of high rises and surveillance. A roving eye, a helicopter, a clock,

a light house watches over us.

Light Tank (at The Guild)
As a turntable makes its perpetual turns a tank spews out light in spectacular patterns that fill the room.

-Rohan Shivkumar