“The concept is a machine that produces the artwork.” (Sol LeWitt) The autonomous process, decoupled from (direct) control, is found not only in the intellectual realm of conceptual art, but literally in a machinic art that has its own physics, produces the physical, and translates it into metaphysics. Instruments that play themselves; a sound whose waveform materializes in space; wind as a composed subject, the aura of thunder sheets in the storm. Installed music, its motorized generators, idiophones = self-sounders, physics as aesthetics, against a world hostile to science. From idea to hardware, from tool to counterpart, to a liveliness of matter, thanks to >art<, bio-algorithms, confrontational, beautifully merciless like nature, which strikes back piercingly beyond the tipping points.

(JK)