Let’s Talk About: Kunst, Psychoanalyse und träumende Apparate
Donnerstag / 18. April 2024 / 18:30
kunstverein kombinage wien

Sowohl in der Psychoanalyse als auch in der Kunst geht es um den sich stetig wiederholenden Versuch, unbewusste Inhalte in symbolische Ordnungen zu übertragen und erfahrbar zu machen. Im Bereich der Technik erleben wir in den letzten Jahren eine radikale Entwicklung: Maschinen haben gelernt, durch Spracherkennung, Datenverarbeitung und algorithmische Analyse kreative Ergebnisse zu erzeugen. Künstliche neuronale Netzwerke erobern nicht nur den Alltag und die Wissenschaften, sondern dienen auch Künstler:innen als neue Werkzeuge. Wir wollen an diesem Abend, der den Auftakt zu einer neuen, offenen Diskursreihe macht, Verbindungen, Wechselwirkungen und Konflikte innerhalb der Triade Kunst, Psychoanalyse und "machine learning" von verschieden Positionen aus gemeinsam erforschen und diskutieren.

Es sprechen:
Selina de Beauclair, bildende Künstlerin, Marc Ries, Kultur- und Medientheoretiker, Roman Widholm, Psychoanalytiker, Der Abend wird moderiert von Martin Reinhart, Filmemacher, Medienhistoriker und Dozent für Art & Science an der Universität für angewandte Kunst Wien

19:00-19:30 Präsentation Selina de Beauclair
19:30-20:30 Podiumsdiskussion
20:30-21:00 open panel
danach: Brot, Wasser, Wein und Bier

Infos als pdf

Lageplan / Map

Selina de Beauclair
Wien / Vienna
+43 676 9777629
de_beauclair@hotmail.com
Atelier / Studio
www.kombinage.com

Selina de Beauclair

*1974 in Wien, lebt und arbeitet in Wien.

Studium der Soziologie/ Germanistik /Philosophie mit besonderem Fokus auf psychoanalytischer Theorie.

2007- 2014 Studium an der Universität für angewandte Kunst Wien, bildende und mediale Kunst / Klasse Fotografie bei Gabriele Rothemann

Lebenslauf als Pdf: CV Selina de Beauclair

Portfolio als Pdf: Portfolio 2024

With Lacan, délir is connected to its discourse. Every delusion is an elementary phenomenon. Every piece of knowledge is a delusion and each delusion a piece of knowledge.

Encore! Another picture and another. Over hours, days, weeks. As if intoxicated, addicted, but under constant curiosity, I am creating text- so called „prompts“ In order to let „the machine“ create pictures.

I want to see the next picture, and another, and another. What exactly is it that drives me? Apparently, like its physical brothers, this generator also has a kind of magnetic field about it. It’s about tension and transformation. But what kind of desire is at stake here? What exactly am I looking for? What do I need to see?

The imaginary of the machine?

In this process I’m using one central element of psychoanalyses- „free association” and descriptions of reminiscences of my personal experiences as analysante, being “on the couch” three times a week since over two years. I am also using fragments of psychoanalytical theory- Freudian and Lacanian- this makes up the symbolic “raw material” to feed the machine in order to receive its imaginary. The way the visual data is “spat out” to me, so fast and overwhelming, made me think of Julia Kristeva’s concept of the “abject”, but that’s only one small aspect, in my attempt to understand what I see and what I do. There is much more to discover in this confusing and fascinating universe of pictures: it is shimmering, iridescent, transforming, and surprising.

The term “Wunschmaschine” comes to mind, or “desire generator”. Sex machine? It is a game of language and pictures, as well as an act of constant translation and learning. Learning tounderstand and speak the “language of the machine”. The symbolic (in this case: the entered text, the words, "the prompt") promptly transforms into the imaginary, causing the chains of signifiers to rattle. Something very uncanny and equally attractive is about its visual outcome- it seems so close to my own visual language as a photographer and visual artist on one side- but on the other there is a big gap, a distance, something inconceivable about it. I wander through that uncanny imaginary valley while sitting in front of the computer,

There is a desire for repetition or compulsion and a strange enjoyment involved in the procedure. Lacanian jouissance. Every now and then the ground beneath my feet seems to liquefy because it all raises, or rather clarifies, questions that shake my usual self-image and understanding as an artist. That's scary. That's irritating. And that's good.

Hysteria.

Simulation, simulation of art? Is it possible to draw a line between the real and the simulation? The objects, the bodies that appear to me are disfigured, deformed at first glance. They are as they are, fascinating at second glance and at third glance. I see “displacement,” “condensation,” “electric dreams.” But who or what is dreaming here?

What I also see: A story of psychoanalysis is being told in pictures, a story that has to do with the desire for freedom, imbalance of power, aberrations, abuse but also the idea and the truth of healing through speaking and being heard.