Petit Mort or The Aporia

Now in Rio de Janeiro, Randolpho Lamonier emerges with a set of works that openly flirt with the “marvelous city’s” hyperbolic scenery and its infrarealities/abyssal landscapes— in thuth, they flirt with any and every community, virtual as they may be, as they succumb to the violent & ordinary nonsense. These cut-ups contrast images and words in staggering narratives of that which is mumbled to oneself, of hypertexts, stemming from the basements of the discursive surface, or even the ineffable plein soleil.  With its hyperbolic varnishes, sometimes sordid, sometimes sublime, this editing of extremes finds a violent echo in works that now resurface and are about to be once again stricken by the abrasive light of these voracious, rapid times: Always reloading! They are true assemblages that flirt with cyberpunk, the undergrou...