The Radical Aesthetics of the 2nd hand
I just love roaming around endlessly in other people's trash. A social decomposer, wondering in aisles of other people's clothes, other people's furniture, other people's electronics, things that they chose to sell, or give away, things that either they didn't like or couldn't carry. Thank god I am both a fucking hipster and a hoarder. Because these people don't know what they are leaving behind! They are giving away gifts and gems and diamonds for people like me to wear with pride, things that always have an aura, things that always are more valuable in the hands of a decomposer, who is able to recycle the joy of having a new thing into the joy of reclaiming a thing and recreating it again into something novel, a subtle alchemical art of turning shit into gold!
But instead of adventurous expeditions into pawn shops and charity shops and yards sales or greyzone marketplaces, the culture of 2nd hand seems to be something more than just consumerism or a Berlinesque hipster business initiative. There's a philosophical vein running through it and a cultural counterpoint to a world of endless production of more meaningless commodity, more single-use replaceable (no)things. In fact, the art of the past 3 decades has embraced this new 2nd hand culture. What if instead of a composer of art, of music, of fiction, one was to be like the compost flies and the dung beetles, a decomposition agent?
In music, especially in electronic production, we know this quite well. Sampling is the artform and medium that allows us to be decomposers, to take something that has been produced already and to re-use it, to break down into its constituent elements and recycle it. Samling brings unlimited potentials. You can sample anything! An amen break, a old decayed vinyl of New Orlean Jazz, the sound of a flock of seagulls, my voice, your voice, our voices smushed together. And then sample the sample itself, slow it down, speed it up, stutter it, cut it into pieces and throw it into a sonic soup, make it completely unrecognizable. And then use the samples in a drum rack, or a midi keyboard and play the urecognized lump of sound as a pianist. Or add the sample to a generative algorythm and make it play forever adding slightly more chaotric novelty each time.
This pattern is also known in the visual arts. The analogue of sampling is editing. Take a picture of anything, your self, your dog, a random dog, an AI generated dog, a non-dog and strecth it, splice it, colour correct it, use the lasso tool and tame it and turn the dog into a cat in photoshop! And then use an image of a mountain top and put it on top of it, then inverse it, put distortion and noise and mirror it 100 times to metastasize it into a Russian carpet pattern.
Fictional fiction negates itself towards the Real