Recombinant text joined recombinant lines for the evening.

A lightbox was constructed using source panels for the above slides,

and Ben Nevile write some Jitter to rear-project into the boxes.

Unfortunately our Documentation Crew failed to get pictures of it,

so the above slides will have to suffice.

Artspeak™ for the collaboration between Ben Nevile and olo J. Milkman:

Title: "Post-angular anti-radiant exploration of simulacran simians and their craptacularizomatic dictionary politik, (free us from from liberty, op. 5)"

Artists: Ben "curls of fury" Nevile, olo J. Milkman*, 2006

Medium: Developmental Concept Cross Disciplinarian Mixed Media.

Statement Of Purpose: Suffering a month of sundays stacked full of yesteryear thought baubles, there is little time for polemcizing on points to which even the haggard and downtrodden will have better things to do than roll out the gutterpus™; how much more the cost of sending a package after the envelope has been pushed. Will it fit through the plexiglass jury? What is the value of its contents? Is your personal relevatory experience one of greeting smiles (and potatoes in astonishing quantities)? How could equinological regions be examined without questioning exploratory nature, and the folly stemming from beatiffic jejune? Our role, as Artists, is to torment the tactfully tasteless into a tumultuously tepid underscore of a much stronger smell. It is in this Expression© where y/our role as citizens will be brought to question, where _if_ becomes a _that_, and the lone lines(s) author a unifying double-bind.

As Audience, the Artists feel it is your responsibility to consider exculpation, through rigorously self-examined secernmentherapy (in a manner befitting you(r) stature), and in those reflections, reference a higher than average amount of self-worth as touchstone to your selective perceptions, thereby catapaulting forgotten memories into revisionist patrimony at the hands of pedantic pleasantries. All the while Seth lingoflows to get the giggle, thoughtless pieces of eight when the octave's running on VII. How much is it worth to sit this close to the music?

Revzen™ lineshapes are representative of psychological wanderpaths; realities which call to a whereabouts unknown and wherewithal be damned; it's acrid cheese in a spread of vegetables, and the dip is au contraire. Ditchdiggers do overtime shoring up the banks, while the universal middlewhere that is humanity tries madly to find it's contact amongst the dusty tidepool Universe. Nothing short of clumsy, we knock our head on the tabletop coming up, and though the Arugulans are anxious, their laws are weak.

As you swill up the demonsemen, pay heed that our destruction pays for the good times, while their destruction pays for hours. When fed postcards cleared by the general, looking past the latticework of dischord will recombine its meaning, in other words: straggling your language systems into a vegas dealer of simplicity allows for re-potentiated kinetovision inver-stasis, which by its very nature is overwhelmingly consuming, enough to wake the neighbours. So don't think about it too hard, a vein in your neck might blow WAY out of proportion. It is our belief, as Professional Artists™, that the provided experiences/leftovers have been tested, and comply with many International Standards®, safe for use by anyone with a Social Insurance Number.**

Radio is the devil! SHAVE YOUR HEAD!

* Mr. Milkman is represented by Product Of Neglect Art Collective Ltd.

** Mr. Nevile would like to state that he is in no way responsible for personal harm which may/not come while experiencing The Art™.