Dressing The Air is the brainchild of the London-based artist Paul Schütze.

In a career spanning 30 years, Schütze has exhibited his photographic and installation works in galleries and museums around the world, released over thirty albums of original recordings, scored a number of films and performed numerous concerts. He has collaborated with artists such as James Turrell, Josiah McElheny and Isaac Julien and musicians as diverse as Bill Laswell, Raoul Björkenheim, Toshinori Kondo, Lol Coxhill and Jah Wobble.

Dressing The Air is a unique open resource that aims to enrich creative thinking by encouraging a multi-sensory approach. A constantly evolving archive and creative news feed, Dressing The Air monitors and reports on a diverse range of art-forms from cinema to sculpture, painting to furniture design, land-art to perfumery.

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Noise: Error In The Void - ScanLAB - Surface Gallery - London
ScanLAB

Noise: Error In The Void - ScanLAB - Surface Gallery - London

As our ability to encode, scan, encapsulate, distil and record our environment accelerates, we risk mistaking detail for truth and complexity for meaning. ScanLAB have used sophisticated LIDAR devices to "capture" spaces, topographies and events producing tremendously seductive moving images. I hesitate to use either the words "film" or "video" as the point being made here would seem to demand another term, one which contained the tacit warning that despite the trappings of instrumental accuracy (reinforced by a lifetime of cinematic depictions of the precision tools of science and warfare) that what we are watching is encrusted with exquisite error: surface ruptures, temporal glitches, spacial disjunction. Surface Gallery are presenting an installed version of this document for view by appointment. Rarely is corruption made quite so intriguing. Until May the 15th.

Surface Gallery
"And in your garments that exhale your perfume, I would bury my aching head, And breath, like a withered flower, The sweet, stale reek of my love that is dead."
- Baudelaire, 1857 [trans-1989], Lethe [The Flowers Of Evil]