The blacksmith’s arena is based upon axioms of harshness, dominant motion, uncompromising devotion, and hardened corporeality.

the nightmare, the fangs, the woods beyond the social (where blood-thirst is the only law).

Here, the artist-turned-sniper fashions an ocular standoff, where the mechanized line of sight functions as the ammunition of the armed eye.

The appropriation of found objects lends itself to strategies of dérive. But how to register the traces of that drift?

All the materiality of sensation that being-here produces, attests to that enormous feeling of indifference

A love letter appears on the melting surface of an Italian ski resort; the frozen cry of a condemned soldier of the Habsburg Empire, inscribed from the depths of his agony.

There is a unique kind of horror that resides within pure stillness — an affect of negative awe that belongs to the unmoving/the unbreathing alone.

How do the middle generations, without even the luxury of self-willed wrongdoing to account for their condition, perceive their existential function in the world?

Here we come across a kind of postmodern solitude: both young and old receding into the air-tight enclosures of private apartments throughout the cosmopolis

What desire rests behind such recurring displays of suffocation and aerial poisoning, organized by strangers bound together only by a virtual pact (to leave the world one night)?