Jayson Oliveria
March 2024

Doomsday-proof
Top secret location
Made to withstand 10 kilotons
Nuclear Weapons

Hacking the apocalypse
Since 2024

L to R: Messengers, Timeless

L to R: Yellow Jaw, Green Right Hand

Untitled

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A tale of two or more painters

It is the best time for painting, it is the worst time for painting. It’s the age of lightness, of fluid painting; it’s the age of painting that’s only constructed into forms of fluidity and lightness that themselves remain solid and heavy. It’s the epoch of painting that emerges and grows as a living creature; it’s the epoch of painting that only looks as if it emerges and grows, that only looks like a living creature. It’s the era of sensual painting; it’s the era of a painting of visual affects. It’s the season of virtual painting, science-fiction painting; it’s the season of painting that, when made, comes tumbling back down to earth. It’s the spring of code-writing and computational painting; it’s the winter of generic painting generated by and justified by numbers. We painters practice operations now that will make painters ultimately unnecessary, we anticipate paintings that paint itself; in the meantime, we’re narrowed down to the chosen few. We painters harness multiple complexities; all the while we refine complication into elegance, we revive aesthetics, we do something that smells like art, we resort to taste and sophistication, we tag onto an ‘upper class.’ We painters make paintings for people; but the more parameters we use to paint, the less our painting-process can be read in the paintings we paint – if people can’t ‘get’ the paintings we make, then those paintings are meant to appear as a force of nature, and we expect from people only belief.    

(Adapted from Vito Acconci’s A tale of two or more architectures)

Vito Acconci: Manifesto #06

Originally published in ICON magazine
Issue 404 | 2007

Moonwalker

L to R: Shark Peace, Charles Darwin’s Nemesis

L: Vitamins

Unicycle #2

Soundproof

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4000 a.d.
When science and art are entirely
melted together to something new
When the people will have lost their
remembrance and thus will have
no past, only future.
When they will have to discover everything
every moment again and again
When they will have lost their need for
contact with others …
Then they will live in a world of only
colour, light, space, time, sounds and movement
Then colour light space time
sounds and movement will be free
No music
No theatre
No art
No
There will be sound
Colour
Light
Space
Time
Movement

Stanley Brouwn: A Short Manifesto

Originally published in Institute of Contemporary Arts Bulletin
140 | October 1964 | London

Pop

Butler

In 10 seconds, the Lock will Crack Open

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There is a door in the middle of the forest, so unassuming, so benign. But if you knew what was inside…  

“There is architecture in the novels of Aldous Huxley and Mary Shelley and in The Odyssey. There is architecture on stage, and in the paintings of de Chirico, and in the secret prisons of military superpowers. There is architecture in our dreams, poems, TV shows, ads and video games – and in our TikToks and Instagram feeds. The suburbs are architecture; art galleries are architecture; slums are architecture; NASA’s lunar base plans are architecture – as are the space stations in orbit about us.”

(Adapted from BLDGBLOG‘s architectural manifesto)

Welcome to the Bunkers, a metaphysical exhibition by J.O.