Sun-bewildered Tempered Tantrummed (Kons) (Constellations)
"[…] those gates, gateways or portals that absorb both the surroundings from which they are assembled and that infuse and twist the materiality of the gaze and sensation on which they hinge – without criteria as they ask for no ticket of entry but intensely race through the matrixes of sensation. Cast metal, the shiny gloss of the parade, the transubstantiation of metallic debris into non-sensical lettering. The letters on top of the gates only resemble ‘real’ letters, they take on the form of letters, as the construct they are placed on top of resemble the next level of entry, but there is no ‘beyond’ the gates in other words. They do not reduce reality. For that matter: they do not relate, or relay, reality either. The motto of the entry gate, the portal, is itself pure material semblance: a permanent racing through. Imagine what kind of mnemotechnical lexicon these shapes and forms, resembling letters, resembling human shapes, resembling dance, would have to carry?"
P. J. Amdam, ‘The alien art of IDA EKBLAD’ in Kaleidoscope, no. 23, February 2015