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Plot

By:  Sreshta Rit Premnath

March 14th – April 28th 2014


Opening Reception:

Friday March 14th

7pm – 9pm




I. Plan


I am perplexed, forgetting why I entered the room. Why am I here? As if reason stands separate from action.


When asked "Why did you do this?" I recollect a series of events, which appear to inexorably lead to my present circumstance.  Does my mind work back from effect to cause seeking a preliminary intention, or does this narrative reveal itself in its entirety like a constellation—a knot that retroactively binds disparate points in time and space?


If asked again "Why did you do this?" do I produce a new constellation or refer to my previous plan?



II. Perimeter


The stray dog that circles a site the size of its body.  


The volatile and vulnerable claim of the sleeping dog: asleep, invisible until stepped upon it bursts into flight, baring its teeth or squealing.


The sleeping dog has no rights.  Its claim to space may be wrenched from it at any moment. 


What is this existence, this right to be, that precedes or exceeds property?


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The squatter lays bare the primitive law of property—a law that is hidden by the map, the decree and the document. This plot is mine.


The first landowners claimed land by circumscribing it and protecting it with brute force. Now the ruler administers this law that is both a means of instituting and of maintaining private property.


The developer M S Ramaiah believed that he would die if he stopped building.  His fatal mistake was that he mistook his own abstract labor for the concrete labor of the migrant workers—those shadows who occupy the fragile margins of the law and actually build his buildings. Their property is provided only as long as they are useful or invisible.



III. Corpse


The imperial ruler lies prone in its box, so used to measuring space that it continues to do so posthumously.


Each reconfiguration leaving behind a trace that leads back, some say, to the foot of King Charlemagne himself.


The ruler is the body abstracted.  A thumb, a foot, two yards—my height. 


The ruler is the law embodied. It institutes the law because that is its function.  


Yet in its utilization a shadow is cast between intention and action, revealing the arbitrary origins of its law.  Like overlapping traces in the sand, the archive of these shadows may provide a new ground, one that reveals an absence of singular origin.