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The Arcane Ledger of Amethyst

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“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel,” reads the first sentence of William Gibson’s ‘Neuromancer’. Analog video artists are electromancers who hack these grey heavens, lifting into them the stars. We scry the crystal ball of the Cathode-Ray Tube, threading the eye of the electromagnetic needle toward an alternate reality, dreamt through transistors. There is a seemingly mystical core to this practice, where we interact and dance with Nature’s electromagnetism, weaving feedback loops between mind, heart and technology. We peer into a looking glass that at times feels like a form of forbidden magic and, at other times, an entrancing siren song whose melody we cannot help but heed. Imperfection is given its highest honour, where within error is found great beauty and meaning, and gold is sewn into the cracks of the firmament in infinite hue. Our practices resist perfection and rebel against the rigidity of the contemporary digital world, where we seek to open doors to the unexpected and surprising. Divining the static, we invite a radiant photon tide to crash the gates standing before the cold coronation of the algorithm. Our tools exist primarily within the physical domain—a confection shoppe of special boxes with glowing lights, knobs, switches, and faders; our paints, brushes, and canvas. The technologies we use—CRT monitors, VCRs, video mixers, enhancers, and colour processors—may be thought of as obsolete by most of the world, but it is through them that we breathe new life and caress our songs of high-voltage light into being. We are alchemists, witches, magicians, scientists, and engineers, conjuring and concocting. Our wand is the fire of wild electricity, purring and perched upon a glass escarpment ablaze. We are the chroma and the luma; for the love of analog, alive and electric. Oscilloscope graphic + excerpts by @s0mfay