Pointeso Art Scene – Laconi Gallery.
Fernadini Cortez is currently represented by the Laconi Conglomeration.
The artist will be performing a relationale discourse of Pointesan theory on the central rock of his curiously titled ‘Digitale Phaser’ sculpture.
His current show ‘Awakens the future before the present’ continues at Laconi until the end of the year.
Laconi Gallery
High Pont Parc
233, Millose Vale, Pointeso.
0223788.1132.
Pointeso Art Scene: Contexicoz Collectivv.
Saffer Contemporary is an emerging not-for-profit, artist run space on Battery Row in the heart of the Pointeso harbour districht and is “schematic in it’s faculty to provide a neo-urbane space for artists and academics to show their work in an environment dedicated to the promotion of contemporary art praxie”.
For the inaugural exhibition at the gallery, artist/curator Mitchell Byotifact has put together an exhibition that investigates the idea of symbolic historicism combining Novia and Athletican philosophy with the ‘culturale nowness’ of the young Pointeso Art Scene.
The artists selected explore the historical significance of portraiture as a way of defining our alt post-dystopian times.
Byotifact: “I’m jus’ chillin’ really. I got’s me finger on the pulse and jus’ gettin’ us out there. I’ve got the Realloro deal…great agency…we jus’ believe in ourselves and we’ve got ourselves a ‘multie’-facited approach. Yeah, we’re still young and…sorry mate I godda take this call…”
X has been waiting in the bus shelter for two hours.
The yellow hue from The Vaconsoft Parc is obscuring the night sky.
There is persistent rain.
It is around 10.15pm.
X regards a discarded chip carton illuminated by the street light overhead.
There is an empty bus on the opposite side of the road with it’s interior lights on.
X has been contemplating the whereabouts of the driver for some time now.
X stretched its arms and yawned. ‘I could do with a bacon butty from the cafe.’ It was talking to itself again.
X opened the car door and stretched its tired arms again. It was a clear day of course. The sky was blue. A vaporous blue hue. A gaseous blue hue.
A security camera mounted high upon the Hexsoft Innovation Centre zoomed in on the faded figure stretched out on car park C.
X felt the warmth of the tarmac on its back. It listened to the sounds of angels voices singing from the intercom of the Genesis Office Park.
Two artists chatting in the edgy Pointesan nightclub Mayfault 54.
Artist A: ‘I was down at the Flaxa Gallery earlier. It’s really inaccessible, all double yellow lines – you can’t stop anywhere near the building. This security guy came out waving his arms. He was wearing a fluorescent jacket and a pair of shades.’
Artist B: ‘Did you make an appointment?’
Artist A: ‘Nope. They advertise all these shows but no-one that I know has ever been inside…most of my mates can’t even find the gaff. I kinda found it by mistake but managed to get this photo before that clown started running towards me. I just drove off as he started taking photo’s of my vehicle. I’m sure I was being followed home by an unmarked car. ‘
Artist B: ‘I’ve never heard of it myself.’
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A nondescript warehouse in the outer Ziller business park district.
Grey faced Agent X presses stop on the Dictaphone and seals it in a brown package marked ‘Halsedio.’
He takes a long final drag on his cigarette and grimmaces to himself.
He walks into the main sorting hall and tosses it into the looming Integrated Mail processor as he begins the late shift.
