Florian Adolph - Untitled Object 1

A shell, a branch, a ring A shell, a branch, a ring. Or are they? I ask myself and wonder how they feel when touched. Soft like styrofoam or cold like porcelain. Do they float or sink, break or bounce? Like Ludwig Wittgenstein's duck-rabbit, I can only imagine one possibility at a time. My mind is inevitably stuck in a spacio-temporal physical prison, not free to roam the hybrid worlds of conflicting possibilities like those inhabited by Florian Adolph’s digital sculptures. But are they truly free? In the end, they also need a surface on which to manifest themselves. They are but instructions that manifest themselves whenever summoned to the surface of our screens—a line of code, and nothin...View all