dispatch 001 – errant but felt
Dispatch 001 returns to name what was built in absence: a reliquary of grief, ornamental opulence and research.
✦ This Haunted Inbox Where I Archive ✦
A drawer inside the cathedral. Fragments drift through. You may linger, but some things will not be explained.
The reliquary is complete. Or, at least, it loops.
After weeks inside recursive scaffolds, tagging fragments, renaming voids, rendering the unclassifiable visible, I realized something had slipped.
I had forgotten to add my own name in the homepage. Actually, I had forgotten to add my name anywhere in the website.
I had constructed an entire research edifice, a theoretical constellation, a mourner’s archive and forgotten to say who built it.
This was not intentional but I felt it was not an accident either.
For years, I wrote and theorized outside disciplines. I built infrastructures from fragments and grief. And in that gesture, one of affective survival and epistemic refusal, my own name became redundant. I was busy mourning what others discarded. I was busy naming what did not yet exist.
So yes, I left my name out. And in doing so, I honored the methodology that brought me here.
But now I name myself, for continuity. My name is Flavia Dzodan. This reliquary is mine.
My website now holds the work of a decade and a half: mourning rendered structural, refusal turned research. It constellates: Saturn Devouring a Future Where the Last Cathedral Is a Mouth, Amorino Latente, Haptic Mournings, exhibition proposals, archives of my feral past and more to come.
If you are reading this: welcome. You have entered through the dispatch receptacle, where the ghost finally speaks.
I work across media such as video, text, installation, and ephemeral fragments that resist capture. Much of what I’ve made in recent years exists outside traditional publication channels: audiovisual artefacts that emerge from within the systems they critique, tracing their affective residues and logistical mutations. These are not supplementary outputs but central components of a research practice concerned with algorithmic aesthetics, infrastructural hauntings, and emotional capture. What you’ll find here are dispatches that might be errant but felt. After all, I am, first and foremost someone who traffics in affective logistics. My method for these dispatches will be an extension of my overall method for everything I do: not knowing.
In Amorino Latente/ Latent Cupid I said that people with certainties terrify me. Why would I become someone who now starts offering them?
→ You may circulate this dispatch. You may cite it. You may also simply close the drawer.
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