Correspondence
URGENT - WINTER WEATHER MESSAGE / HELLO FRIEND
URGENT - WINTER WEATHER MESSAGE / HELLO FRIEND
Can you see it? A huge expanse of water, crystal clear, a cliché. Dotted with little floating heads.
In the end there is not nothing. In the end there is endless everything.
A plastic theatre is deathless, staticky, sticky, silent. It is scary and strangely safe. Creepy and clinical but also ubiquitous.
The auteur at the heart of her text yearns to close the gap between the art object and herself, the art star. At least, she wants the appearance of having forsaken aesthetic detachment. And we’re with her.