
Performing as Madam Data, Ada Adhiyatma explores machine interfaces and the potential for technology to birth mutable bodies that defy the strictures of liberal humanism. They fantasize that machine-mediated sound can offer ways of re-imagining the still-gendered, still-racialized, still differently-abled body in terms that are freeing, fundamentally strange, and ultimately healing. They also think about buildings a lot.
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A soldier came to us from the army of the Pretender, a deserter - "follow me", it said - "and I will show you where he bleeds"
but in the purple light of the heavy star a blow was struck, and we cursed our hands as they grew into talons, and sang out regret as we choked our enemies with our own entrails
we followed: as centuries passed, our guns became curse-rifles and our ships turned into demons, yet we turned our backs on war
Alongside the battle, those in the twilight nebula sat, watching and biding their time. They were farmers and machinists, midwives and poets; they too knew Death.
and the grief of civilisations rang out into the depths of time
It came to be called the War of Accretion; and its violence tore asunder the laws of Gravity itself
We pursued him on a gossamer thread of stars, through the heart of the dark galaxy, and there impaled him on a spire of crystallized time
Flowers grew along the paths where the bodies of the fallen had sprouted vines to tear apart their enemies
We brooked no heroes, yet they whispered of the Saint who massacred a trillion soldiers on the cusp of Orion
In the emptiness beyond emptinesses, between the galaxies, between the Weight and the Light, the last hunter writes into the ultraviolet rings of the final supernovae:
and at the end of space and time, we flayed the body of the ancient enemy and made his body into food for stars and the birth of new constellations
“An end to endings: a war to end wars: the lie. An ethnography of the vacuum, writ in spinal fluid and dark matter. We have come to know that we are not luminous; only opaque beyond understanding, unending and inevitable"
Duck Day 1
Synthetic Bedroom
Plastic Skin A
Plastic Skin B
Duck Day 2
Reconstructed Rain
All the Rooms I Have Been Touched In (Version B)
All the Rooms I Have Been Touched In (Version C)
Thank You for Visiting
07
our leaders are cowards
Luminosity 13
06-2
02-2
The Adoration of Dolphins
"An end to endings: a war to end wars: the lie. An ethnography of the vacuum, writ in spinal fluid and dark matter. We have come to know that we are not luminous; only opaque beyond understanding, unending and inevitable"
we have been dragged into war by murderers and thieves
Bells for Marilyn
touch
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end the occupation
05-2
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tide
03-1
06-1
whose
short lines
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network
basement
driving scene edit
Hubble's Eye
lor Art (Moor Mother //prod. Madam Data)
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