on just land patterns of drift will nature make a man of me
The tension between the history of artifice and the life of materials lies at the dead center of Yason Banal’s exploration of things. These are inflected things, informed by either finical facture or irresistible weathering. However they are formed, these things are subjected to various degrees of expenditure: the force they keep is expended in one way or another, slowly but surely, and irresistibly so. That said, such an expenditure elaborates on the substance of the things, or make them so elaborate, to the point that the latter are exceeded by this surplus, so thoroughly transformed that they disappear – worked on, layered, and inevitably replaced by the prostheses of the supplement. This process may well ensure a third moment, one that follows the sequence of finding the thing, morphing it, and then intuiting its changeling potential...
In on just land patterns of drift will nature make a man of me, Banal pursues the elusive deep structure of the global image, the abstractions of its capital, and the stamina of the labor to keep up with its persistent algorithms and afterlives. In dispersing the density of appearances and the basis of their permutations and simultaneously compromising the condition of reproducibility by way of virtual design, this image loses much of its ground, as it were. Banal encroaches on the various methods of this hectic interfacing across wired borders and finally drifts into the nature of a hopefully still human world. The attempt to recover a level of land and pattern may, at last, require the incursion of the political, a horizon that can no longer be transcended.