Quinten Dierick 14-11-1967 Paramaribo, Suriname. Visual artist, musician, soundsculptor,  writer. Based in Arnhem, the Netherlands. Works on paper, drawings, printed matter, collage, cut-ups, copy-art, oilpaint smears, (de)composed music, unraked sounds, fieldrecordings, noise, harshnoise, beats, drones, spoken word, cut up lyrics, automatic writing.

 

Enlightenment.... Big stories do not come from the light, rather from sitting around campfires, candles or under the stars.
The dark, the shadow in a transformation zone for introspection for healing and personal growth.

 Above all in our skull it is pitch-dark.

Myths, mistakes, versions, slippery floors, backdoors, hidden cracks (mentioned in rumours), the weirdo, the underground. 

I once visited Rosetta's stone in a museum.I saw mirrored symbols in the glass of the glassbox, mixed with visitors, 
Everything is here, was here already, The only thing we can do is bring up more stories.
I liked the replica's in the souvenir shop more. All versions. Even fake -languages

My art studio:
The place where I say "Yes "" to some things but "No" to more. No to the outside world, no to taste, no to people and their desperate politics( politics is the broomshed of our society). No to reason and ethics, no to purpose.No to factual science. Yes to breathing, yes to mineral energy. 
yes to monks, priests and alchemists.

Johannes Gutenberg wet dreams. When the Huns started printing, meaning got messed up and new stories started.

Stills, far from dead or frozen.

We are conditioned by fear of life and fear of death.That leaves a very thin line to live by.
Art is a prism that provides us ways to deprogram.  Away from that fear.
To a personal Re-programming. We can create our own temples, symbols, gods and sounds
From harmony and balance to disgust and destruction. 
Pain? sometimes!
But, what ends when the symbols shatter?

The notion of humans as the vermin for the world, exhausting the earth, etc. The term antropocene is just another human invention itself.  Anthropocene , post-humanism, yes lets invade all space. Heave up some more words. Let's be more and more hypochondric in our over-positive pornculture. 

 Amethist keep you sober, the moon is the mother

There are many stars. They were always there. Many are so called "dead". Longer than we have any notice of what  "long " means. They shine stronger than the measurable. Older than science, bigger than knowing. Yet we try to catch them, name them,  measure them, that makes us ...?

Noise:
It withdraws from meaning by referring to something else. Noise  in the domain of sound is not something that can be sampled. Again, technically it IS of course possible to record or  sample a bit of noise, but because of its properties, never accurately; you will never know whether a particle of noise emerged exactly in that same spot you sampled or some seconds later somewhere else. So, by circumstance or by deal, noise can be temporarily framed into a format like a performance, a CD, a cassette, an image or text, realising it is (just) a fragment of an immeasurable domain. Ironically, now writing about noise in this text will not grasp its entirety. It makes this activity rather funny, but quite relaxed at the same time.

  The word noise is rooted in the Latin Nausea, from the Greek Naus (ship). ‘The reference to seasickness captures the basic disorientation of the term: noise is a context of sensory experience, but also a moving subject of circulation, of sound and listening, that emerges in the process of navigating the world and its differences.’ The sensation of noise varies widely in cultural and historical contexts and not having specifically dealt with sound. Many cultures have their own expression of describing atmospheres or public sociality by slang or gossip.

Technically, noise is the random appearance of bits of information of any size, frequency, shape, volume and colour. 

 In the processing of sound, there is a noise to signal-ratio which determines the pure ‘signal and that what is the ‘rest.’ By doing that, what can be filtered out and eventually can be discarded. Noise, however, provides a lot of metadata to the signal that defines the actual sound. The room can be determined by the level of noise, so does the amount of it in the sound of a flute, a radio transmission and telephone call. 

  Noise is everything that is not the case. It is the background, made foreground when mentioned. 

  Noise stands for subjectivities of difference that break from normative social contexts. It interpolates marginal subjects into circulation, giving name to their unintelligible discourses even as it holds apart unfamiliar ways of being. 

About printing, graphics , leaving traces etc. There are many versions, many rumours.

Sounds and polyphonies were always there. Registering and administration(coding) of it came after.
The world of hearing is more dynamic,intermittent, complex and indeterminate. than the world of text. The hearing has not evolved and constantly interrupted by coding.

Studying noise follows from the romantic tradition. Both in  the conceptual ( "Noise is that what cannot be sampled"), as rolling over the ground, screaming to unknown entities into a feedbacking microphone or standing still gazing at a harsh wall noise( being emersed). All this very christian.
Selfexpression. First world navelgazing. Indecisive burps of enlightenment warped into romanticism.. 
Noise itself will not care.
Noise is the true sound of love!

Meaning unfolds, language is a dangling child. If we leave the alphabet, we start to float. Learn to be receptive, learn the not-knowing. We cannot understand that what is said and not-said at the same time

Art. The half sleep in which a spark keeps you awake . The orientation of the steppenwolf. Temporal exclamationmark in a groupshow.
Magical theatre not acessible for anyone.
Exclusively for the insane.

Quinten Dierick 14-11-1967 Paramaribo, Suriname. Visual artist, musician, soundsculptor,  writer. Based in Arnhem, the Netherlands. Works on paper, drawings, printed matter, collage, cut-ups, copy-art, oilpaint smears, (de)composed music, unraked sounds, fieldrecordings, noise, harshnoise, beats, drones, spoken word, cut up lyrics, automatic writing.

 

Enlightenment.... Big stories do not come from the light, rather from sitting around campfires, candles or under the stars.
The dark, the shadow in a transformation zone for introspection for healing and personal growth.

 Above all in our skull it is pitch-dark.

Myths, mistakes, versions, slippery floors, backdoors, hidden cracks (mentioned in rumours), the weirdo, the underground. 

I once visited Rosetta's stone in a museum.I saw mirrored symbols in the glass of the glassbox, mixed with visitors, 
Everything is here, was here already, The only thing we can do is bring up more stories.
I liked the replica's in the souvenir shop more. All versions. Even fake -languages

My art studio:
The place where I say "Yes "" to some things but "No" to more. No to the outside world, no to taste, no to people and their desperate politics( politics is the broomshed of our society). No to reason and ethics, no to purpose.No to factual science. Yes to breathing, yes to mineral energy. 
yes to monks, priests and alchemists.

Johannes Gutenberg wet dreams. When the Huns started printing, meaning got messed up and new stories started.

Stills, far from dead or frozen.

We are conditioned by fear of life and fear of death.That leaves a very thin line to live by.
Art is a prism that provides us ways to deprogram.  Away from that fear.
To a personal Re-programming. We can create our own temples, symbols, gods and sounds
From harmony and balance to disgust and destruction. 
Pain? sometimes!
But, what ends when the symbols shatter?

The notion of humans as the vermin for the world, exhausting the earth, etc. The term antropocene is just another human invention itself.  Anthropocene , post-humanism, yes lets invade all space. Heave up some more words. Let's be more and more hypochondric in our over-positive pornculture. 

 Amethist keep you sober, the moon is the mother

There are many stars. They were always there. Many are so called "dead". Longer than we have any notice of what  "long " means. They shine stronger than the measurable. Older than science, bigger than knowing. Yet we try to catch them, name them,  measure them, that makes us ...?

Noise:
It withdraws from meaning by referring to something else. Noise  in the domain of sound is not something that can be sampled. Again, technically it IS of course possible to record or  sample a bit of noise, but because of its properties, never accurately; you will never know whether a particle of noise emerged exactly in that same spot you sampled or some seconds later somewhere else. So, by circumstance or by deal, noise can be temporarily framed into a format like a performance, a CD, a cassette, an image or text, realising it is (just) a fragment of an immeasurable domain. Ironically, now writing about noise in this text will not grasp its entirety. It makes this activity rather funny, but quite relaxed at the same time.

  The word noise is rooted in the Latin Nausea, from the Greek Naus (ship). ‘The reference to seasickness captures the basic disorientation of the term: noise is a context of sensory experience, but also a moving subject of circulation, of sound and listening, that emerges in the process of navigating the world and its differences.’ The sensation of noise varies widely in cultural and historical contexts and not having specifically dealt with sound. Many cultures have their own expression of describing atmospheres or public sociality by slang or gossip.

Technically, noise is the random appearance of bits of information of any size, frequency, shape, volume and colour. 

 In the processing of sound, there is a noise to signal-ratio which determines the pure ‘signal and that what is the ‘rest.’ By doing that, what can be filtered out and eventually can be discarded. Noise, however, provides a lot of metadata to the signal that defines the actual sound. The room can be determined by the level of noise, so does the amount of it in the sound of a flute, a radio transmission and telephone call. 

  Noise is everything that is not the case. It is the background, made foreground when mentioned. 

  Noise stands for subjectivities of difference that break from normative social contexts. It interpolates marginal subjects into circulation, giving name to their unintelligible discourses even as it holds apart unfamiliar ways of being. 

About printing, graphics , leaving traces etc. There are many versions, many rumours.

Sounds and polyphonies were always there. Registering and administration(coding) of it came after.
The world of hearing is more dynamic,intermittent, complex and indeterminate. than the world of text. The hearing has not evolved and constantly interrupted by coding.

Studying noise follows from the romantic tradition. Both in  the conceptual ( "Noise is that what cannot be sampled"), as rolling over the ground, screaming to unknown entities into a feedbacking microphone or standing still gazing at a harsh wall noise( being emersed). All this very christian.
Selfexpression. First world navelgazing. Indecisive burps of enlightenment warped into romanticism.. 
Noise itself will not care.
Noise is the true sound of love!

Meaning unfolds, language is a dangling child. If we leave the alphabet, we start to float. Learn to be receptive, learn the not-knowing. We cannot understand that what is said and not-said at the same time

Drawing= mental seismography

PLato's Glass Cilinder.