VENICE STATEMENT

After 30,000 years of market consolidation, the diagnosis. Hurrah! Global Alienation continues apace! Merci monsieurs RANDcorp-Delgado-Fukuyama-Zuckerberg. In a psych-ward far far away, the “Last Man.” Let us now shed a tear. 

ARTIST’S HEAD IMPRISONED IN PLEXIGLASS

It’s the future you’re already dead – an itinerant anachronism inside a vacuum tube, inside the shape of facts-as-given. When’s an idea not its own medium? Certain there’re /only/ questionable things – though less puzzled by them than they are by you. Here the cameras are turned to ensure a reluctance more picturesque. On the third day, the news you’d forgotten, returned – gripped by fear of the crucial /missed moment/ – like the cryogenic avatar who embarrasses us in dreams. What dark /art/ possessed it?

In the future already dead, you’re an itinerant anachronism in a vacuum tube no-one will ever switch on. Construed fact-wise, these aren’t the only questionable /things/ – the presence of the camera, for example, nautilus to its own inhabiting image. Harmless as it seems, history still revolts you. Like a dog-hair coat, like a contracted zero-hour. This is a calculated emotional response – a /change in emphasis/. But salvaged from reflections in an /empty/ screen, who will fathom it?