The future is more of the same.
Absurdity only takes one generation to be normalized.
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These paintings, for me, embody industrial repetition through the aid of machines. They are endless mazes, not a labyrinth leading to truth. The sun now never sets on Hardt and Negri’s Empire; sprawl is power and environmental catastrophe is ownership.
Windshield needed replacement. There was no getting around it – I had to spend three hours walking through industrial lands surrounded by big box stores. This was where nature was left in the parts these worlds had no use to sculpt … yet. This was a place that did not expect pedestrians and surly middle aged men and women in trucks big and small challenged me with glances as they left and arrived to do their dirty and serious business. These men and women are competing to be heroes, and their enemy is people who walk instead of drive. I was hung over from my grad class end of year party. It was sunny and I have no idea where in this city I can buy a hat without a logo on it. These people see this space, our space, as a different world serving a entirely different purpose than I do. They truly live in the present and all the riches it brings and I live in a future that may never actually come to be because I won’t be there.