The Sober & Lonely Institute for Contemporary Art will occupy a 1.72 x 1.72 x 1.62m space at the Visual Arts Network of South Africa (VANSA) for a three month period, starting 6 June 2012.

SLICA will use this space for a new project called
FOR KARL KRALL: A QUANTIFIABLE EXPERIMENT IN TELEPATHIC THOUGHT TRANSFERAL. Participants from outside of Johannesburg have been invited to telepathically send through images, ideas, or plans for artworks to Sober & Lonely at the VANSA space, at a specific time allocated to each artist. Sober & Lonely will capture these transfers and attempt to create a reasonable facsimile in the space, using the R15 allocated to each manifestation. The artist/participant will select the next artist/participant for the project, and so on – thus creating the possibility of an uncontrolled and unmediated telepathic network.

The project hopes to expand VANSA and Sober & Lonely’s shared interests in creating global and local networks and facilitating experimentation in the arts.

Monday 20 August 2012

Experiment Seven: Dineo Seshee Bopape

i started a bit early 5pm, ran a bath and put the song "it's only a papermoon" sang by ella fitzgerald, very loudly in the house.
the bath had some oil that was a gift from a hypnotherapist friend
 i sat in the tub from about 5.30
thought about both of you
your faces, your voices, your gestures
-just so i could channel you...kind of metaphorically dialling your numbers...
i projected the lyrics of the song...
Say, its only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
Yes, it's only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
Without your love
It's a honky-tonk parade
Without your love
It's a melody played in a penny arcade
It's a Barnum and Bailey world
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
I never feel a thing is real
When I'm away from you
Out of your embrace
The world's a temporary parking place
Mmm, mm, mm, mm
A bubble for a minute
Mmm, mm, mm, mm
You smile, the bubble has a rainbow in it
Say, its only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me
Yes, it's only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me....
i mainly focused/sent through images of paper moons and canvas skies...
after the bath- i wished i had bought some flowers earlier at the shop...
Dineo Seshee Bopape, Johannesburg
Robyn saw:
A real life plant in a pot

Lauren saw:
a cartoon bear,
rolling in a circular movement from right to left,
through real life fresh grass with flowers
SLICA, Los Angeles & Johannesburg


Wednesday 1 August 2012

Experiment Six: Sonya Masinovsky

SENT - As you may know, I've been thinking a lot about the moon.
I have also been thinking about rituals.
And if I'm honest, I have also been thinking about love.

I think about the moon because of my mother.  My mother has a deep and relentless relationship to astrology. Her research on the matter is in depth, and has spanned the course of multiple decades.  When I was in high school, she also became interested in Feng Shui and Tarot card readings.  

In terms of auspicious and inauspicious astrological conditions, my mother is predominantly interested in whether the moon is void of course.  According to, one can define a lunar void as such: 
The Void-of-Course (VOC) is similar to a short-lived rest or a recuperation period for the Moon before it starts on its next emotional path into the fresh astrological sign.
In more technical terms, the moon is considered void when it is in transit from one star sign to another.  

This morning, my mother forwarded me an e-mail from, which offers a service that will provide you with daily Feng Shui tips! Sometimes, when she stumbles across something that she deems as relevant (helpful) to my life, my mother will forward these tips to me.  July 20th's tip concerned an ancient Chinese ritual:
On the fifteenth day after the lunar New Moon when the moon shines bright and the yin Chi is at its most powerful, single ladies looking to find the perfect partner should throw ripe oranges into any body of moving water.

As I mentioned, I've been thinking about the moon a lot.
I was thinking about the moon as part of an art project.
I was also thinking about rituals.
I was also thinking about love.
When I received this e-mail, the message I wanted to send became clear.

I turned off all the lights, turned on a fan, and closed the blinds.  I went into my dark closet and sat there.

I thought the following things:

I visualized a silver platter filled with perfectly ripe oranges being thrown into a fountain.  
I visualized a row of women wearing the same dress throwing oranges into the sea.

But the crux of this project, the only parts that matter are the four elements:
Orange. Water. Women. Moon. Sonya Masinovsky, Los Angeles

Robyn saw: 
I saw a storm cloud - a dorky one - cardboard with lighting stroke
then the light from the cloud - very dark with areas of glowing light where the sun bursts through
a black image in the mind - white light shining through

Lauren saw: 
A big fluffy cloud
A rainbow vomiting out of it, like a tail
A place for two people to stand underneath with the cloud as a hat 
SLICA, Los Angeles & Johannesburg

Thursday 19 July 2012

Experiment Five: Jon Bernad

SENT - To understand what happened to me during the telepathy-related moments between 12:00 and 12:10pm on Tuesday July 11th some background information is necessary. The previous night I bought a 1990 BMW convertible. A French artist, Samir, is in LA for three months to make a movie, so we bought the convertible together since he cannot legally buy a convertible in America. After three months he gives the convertible (which we had named Johnny) back to me to do as I like, which is to make a convertible residency for artists visiting LA and in need of a car. I imagined a list of names and projects that would grow over the years and become increasingly wonderful. I had driven the car home the night before screaming Yes! on the highway and pumping my hand in the air. I texted my friends: "It's like a dream." The next day Lauren called me to remind me that 12:00 was approaching. I was lazily getting ready for the day, and the first order of business was to get the car registered. I put the top down, got inside, and started driving. The mailman saw me and Johnny and I waved back and pointed to us as if to say "Isn't this amazing?!" I then looked at my phone and it was exactly 12:00.

The map shows the approximate starting point of where I saw the mailman along with the final destination of where I arrived. (My actual route was different, however, than the straight line. I took a zigag way.)

I make an instinctive effort to send messages rather than receive. I wave to the mailman, and that has to be good. I have a Proust book in the backseat, I am really happy, trying to find the right song on the radio. Nicki Minaj does not work but Flo Rida's "Wild Ones" kind of does and I am wondering what I am to make of all this while trying to ignore the "check coolant" light that just turned on and has maybe been on the whole time and is starting to bother me. Nathan told me all the fluids were okay. But it's important to stay positive, to send some positive energy. I look around for something positive while waiting for cars to pass to make a left but am just annoyed that I have to wait for turns, and starting to feel different from the skydiving-like high from last night's drive. I notice the temperature gauge climbing steadily towards the red. I think of the gas stations near the DMV on Cloverfield and try to think if they have garages. Maybe I can get a ticket and instead of waiting and reading I can have Johnny checked out. Things become less solid. I become self-conscious about the loud music I am playing. Everything seems false, or forced, or blurry. I can't say for sure what is happening. The gauge is as deep into the red as possible, pushed to the limit, unable to go further. The water in the engine is starting to boil. I pull into the DMV and park. Two things become clear: there is something wrong with the convertible Nathan Benson sold me, and my dreams in life will never come true. It is 12:10. Jon Bernad, Los Angeles

RECIEVED -  A puddle of water. A lightbulb - the non-energy saving kind. An explosion.
SLICA, Los Angeles & Johannesburg

Thursday 5 July 2012

Experiment Four: Cetusss

SENT - I was thinking about pope’s influence I consider as a human crime in matter of major public health concerns.

The installation could be a big paperboard, or a patchwork of paperboards
(what you can find on the streets which is not used for shelters)
With the text STOPLISTENINGTOHIM cut close to you can see in the picture.
You can hand is straight or diagonal, as you want.

Cetusss, Spain

RECIEVED - I saw the colour orangey brown sort of like the Mark Rothko (perhaps this could be related to the cardboard?? but perhaps I am hoping too much)

- I saw a target - a circle something with a bullseye, also shooting, arrows
- I saw me smashing things inside the space - making a big mess - perhaps with food?
- It was quite angry but calculated

does this make any sense to you?
SLICA, Los Angeles & Johannesburg


Thursday 28 June 2012

Experiment Three: Daphne Rink

SENT - I was thinking : waiting in theatre (on stage) for curtain to go up.    This also tied in with Monday 2 weeks ago at 8 waiting to go to theatre for eye op (different curtains lifted). same nervousness..
Daphne Rink, Grahamstown

RECIEVED - A shade of teal, like scrubs or sunlight soap - maybe a bit bluer.
SLICA, Los Angeles & Johannesburg


RECIEVED - Something related to dolphins, and ocean, Euridice Kala, audience member at the Parking Gallery Talk, Johannesburg 

Thursday 21 June 2012

Experiment Two: Dave Sherry

SENT - Collect the bobbles from a knitted jumper and make them into a sculpture.
All the bobbles should be collected from one bobbly jumper.
The bobbles can be arranged on pieces or blobs of pritt-stick glue.
The pritt-stick blobs can be arranged together in anyway.
Dave Sherry, UK

RECIEVED - An instruction to people to step into the space, one person at a time, for one minute at the time. Each person will have a unique experience.
SLICA, Los Angeles & Johannesburg


RECIEVED - An arrow hitting the chest, chest pains, Euridice Kala, audience member at the Parking Gallery Talk, Johannesburg 

Wednesday 6 June 2012

Experiment One: Teemu Räsänen

SENT - Message "Art piece has been removed (excluding the blue tooth paste on the floor)"
Teemu Räsänen, Finland

RECIEVED -  A yellow line, probably builder's thread. The line is a diagonal, reaching from the top left hand corner of the space, across the widest part, connected to the bottom right hand corner 
SLICA, Los Angeles & Johannesburg


RECIEVED - Something related to shoes, or walking, or change, Euridice Kala, audience member at the Parking Gallery Talk, Johannesburg 

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