As the daughter of journalists, from a wee age the size of things I’ve typed on has evolved over a jagged bell-curve — that is, medium to giant to tiny. From my dad’s hand-me-down 1956 Royal Quiet Deluxe, my device grew into a humming IBM Selectric typewriter with a clacking daisy wheel. Later it ballooned – more
As the daughter of journalists, from a wee age the size of things I’ve typed on has evolved over a jagged bell-curve — that is, medium to giant to tiny. From my dad’s hand-me-down 1956 Royal Quiet Deluxe, my device grew into a humming IBM Selectric typewriter with a clacking daisy wheel. Later it ballooned into a Kaypro II PC with slots for floppy disks and, circa 1998, into a sea-blue, bulbous monitor-ed iMac. Sigh, from there on out you know the rest… they shrunk at increasing speed into mealy, touch-pad oblivion. But Bless’s “workout computer” on view at the Artists Space Bazaar at abc art berlin contemporary last week–a series of punching-bag letters that show up on the screen–gave me the opportunity to mourn my past monster devices, not to mention punch the shit out of my Ur-carpal tunnel syndrome. –Text by Mara Goldwyn, Photo courtesy of Stefan Corte / art berlin contemporary