r.t.t.m.t.t.t.i.c.i.t.m.o.a. reviewed in new york press

opening night, rttmttticitmoa at flux factory

MONUMENTAL MOMENT
A playful approach to Tatlin’s Monument

When I heard the title of Flux Factory’s latest show, Response to Tatlin’s Monument to the Third International Conceived in the Mood of Ambivalence, or R.T.T.M.T.T.T.I.C.I.T.M.O.A. for short, I thought I was going off to see a ridiculous, pretentious show full of highfalutin communist propaganda.

I’m happy to report that I was completely wrong. […]

— Aileen Torres, New York Press

My photo (above) from opening night was used to illustrate the article.
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fluxbox in sculpture magazine

[…] The exterior appearance was plain– a sleek, seamless black wall that nearly spanned the entire lofty space. A silver crank handle and a small, clear, rectangular box encasing a pickle were the only ornaments. Clamped by wires on both sides, the pickle began to spark and light up as the handle was turned. Moments later, a halt­ing melody churned out from the other side of the wall.

A journey through the maze-like interior of the melody’s physical architecture began when you infil­trated the entrances to the box, tucked away on either side. The artists created a series of small musical chambers connected by sharp turns, stairs, and an orange slide, producing curious tex­tures of sound that played in sync, united in a single song. An old accordion hummed in a blue velvet room designed by Ranjit Bhatnagar. Draped with delicate strings of tiny white lights, it hung by a rope and pulley from the ceiling like a chan­delier, playing itself with each rota­tion. […]

— pp74-75, Sculpture 12/2006, International Sculpture Center

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artbots & misericordiam on wired.com

The sound of an accordion can be joyful or annoying, and artist Ranjit Bhatnagar has managed to add a dose of creepiness with his creation “Misericordiam.” Here, an accordion dangles in a black curtain-flanked booth, playing sinister sounds to no one in particular. White LEDs give it a festive air, but its intermittent noises and shakes make it seem like a prop escaped from a haunted house.

— Rachel Metz, Wired Blogs