Artist Book
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He had spent the day doing close to nothing, but listen to talks online. He had hung out the washing, yes. But nothing else. Late in the day did he pick up brush and paint and finish the explosion picture, now it sat on a stool for his contemplation.
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He had spent the day indoors, going out early to put out the trash. Placing his work around the room he looked and thought with pen and paper in hand. A charlie hebdo documentary playing online, he looked at the explosion and considered its validity.
The recent picture (top left), one part sees the propaganda is ongoing the other part of the same mind adheres blindly to it, sat alongside, self-portrait (top right), which both together sat upon the explosion painting, which not yet finished, but close, came about and resembled in the end an object to be picked up and carried wherever.
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Early one morning he wrote:
Starting in 1998 he watched tv and saw that it had collapsed, the programme echoed a collapse and communication breakdown. With 2001 did it progress. A program to entertain was firmly in place, to distract while work was carried out on the construction of a new corporate controlled society. Politics was now a side-show, a simulation of pretence. Power had gone into the hands of large corporations, they would now run people and society. Everything was privatised so that nothing was free. A gigantic economic meltdown took place, money was stolen and lost, money was hoovered up into the pockets of those who also pulled the strings. Today, 88 people owned the same wealth as 3.5 million people. Inequality grew, the gap widened to such an extent that the gap was a gap no more, but became the thing itself. All aspects of culture echoed this depression, this misery, music became empty and meaningless. Film predicted the end of the world, it was easier to imagine the end of the world rather than the end of the system. All this and more, as disaster after disaster did go. A change was in place, and the majority were not to be told. Though take part they would, a role was set aside for them to play.
Starting in 1998 he watched tv and saw that it had collapsed, the programme echoed a collapse and communication breakdown. With 2001 did it progress. A program to entertain was firmly in place, to distract while work was carried out on the construction of a new corporate controlled society. Politics was now a side-show, a simulation of pretence. Power had gone into the hands of large corporations, they would now run people and society. Everything was privatised so that nothing was free. A gigantic economic meltdown took place, money was stolen and lost, money was hoovered up into the pockets of those who also pulled the strings. Today, 88 people owned the same wealth as 3.5 million people. Inequality grew, the gap widened to such an extent that the gap was a gap no more, but became the thing itself. All aspects of culture echoed this depression, this misery, music became empty and meaningless. Film predicted the end of the world, it was easier to imagine the end of the world rather than the end of the system. All this and more, as disaster after disaster did go. A change was in place, and the majority were not to be told. Though take part they would, a role was set aside for them to play.