#camel train

Architect Yann Weymouth's unadorned table and Mark Hampton's simple couch are foils for Ashton Hawkin's real furnishings - his art collection. Bob Smith's Camel Train above couch makes witty reference to The Metropolitan Museum of Art's King Tut show, which Hawkins helped arrange.

Sinai

unpacking for the night

John Elliott and companion, travelling across Australia to raise funds for travelling cancer clinics

The Mechanics of You

The term “network of processes” is already another disguise-object, smuggling in a unity where there may be nothing but loose processes.

The word “network of processes” is seductive because it preserves a kind of order, a coherence that feels safer than chaos. But that word may be nothing more than a linguistic wrapper, a disguise-object. Call something a “network of processes” and you’ve already implied a bounded unity, an architecture, a whole. Yet when you press into the workings of this “network of processes”, you find not a single machine but a sprawl of processes such as neural firings, hormonal shifts, memory fragments, learned habits, cultural scripts. None of them report to a central “system.” They collide, override, and dissolve.

So yes, the term “network of processes” smuggles in unity where perhaps only assemblage exists. A temporary clustering of processes, holding together until entropy or trauma or death disperses them.