BLACK NIGHT WHITE LIGHT

Exhibition Documentation
SL Gallery, NYC, 2018

A shapeless human head appears on screen. Probably male. Wobbly and shimmering. Interface to an invisible ocean of scintillating data. It found some old love letters online, so it reads these to you. Statements of youthful purpose — a manifesto of pleasure, art, revolution, and other kinds of special effects. Remember? what the future used to be like: the sounds, the music, the lights; the uncertainty. The past is easy to fake; the trick is: how do we fake it in the opposite direction? The writhing is on the wall (this fucking wallpaper! one of us has got to go) a descent down the tunnel, a throbbing muddled ache of reverberating sub-bass— the neon-blue rimmed portal to another space & time flickers open. Black night, white light: the other side of midnight.