syn·site
in Johanna Flato's terms: an ever-evolving conceptual constellation, an entangled situating crystallized from a myriad of fragmented realities. Simultaneity and singularities dance in a swirling waltz of intertwined moments and spaces, each adding to the cacophony and harmony of this complex site. A syn-site is a living, breathing tapestry of the world, constantly rewriting its own narrative, always open to edits, always challenging what we have come to accept as static or fixed. It is a manifestation of a world that is anything but singular or isolated — it is a world that is complex, interwoven, and infinitely entangled.
in Johanna Flato's terms: an ever-evolving conceptual constellation, an entangled situating crystallized from a myriad of fragmented realities. Simultaneity and singularities dance in a swirling waltz of intertwined moments and spaces, each adding to the cacophony and harmony of this complex site. A syn-site is a living, breathing tapestry of the world, constantly rewriting its own narrative, always open to edits, always challenging what we have come to accept as static or fixed. It is a manifestation of a world that is anything but singular or isolated — it is a world that is complex, interwoven, and infinitely entangled.
SYN (along with, at the same time | from Greek SYN, with | ~SYNTHETIC) + SITE (N: point of event, occupied space, internet address; V: to place in position | from Latin SITUS, location, idleness, forgetfulness | ~WEBSITE ¬cite ¬sight), cf. SITE/NON-SITE (from Robert Smithson, A PROVISIONAL THEORY OF NONSITES, 1968)
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
