The point of this show never was to make art. It was more a long-awaited excuse not to write. It was born out of necessity. I sold my computer, and the more modern technology available to me today—iPad, iPhone—is unencouraging in regards to typing. Writing as a way of communicating seems inefficient. Skype calls whenever possible. The faster information gets exchanged, the better.
Have you ever thought about the fact that, although everything necessary for work can fit into the palm of a hand where we hold our smartphones, we still want a big desk in the office? There is no need to keep and organise papers or pens on it. Neither is it an ambitious form of self-presentation as gadgets have taken over this role. A laptop is made for the lap. A desk top has become the desktop at one point and is today replaced by the touch screen. Now that the workstation is a large empty surface, it is a good relief for OCD. So is the flat glass surface of the city skyline.
There is also the question of the wall. The biggest mistake was to replace the wall with a timeline; an attempt to bring back the importance of time over space. The meaning that information acquires with time is nothing in comparison to how important is the instancy of its transfer. A city only exists as long as there are planes to take you there, quickly. Value is acquired or lost in transfer.
“There are 500,000 people in the air right now. Welcome to the world of infinite potential.” at Formalist Sidewalk Poetry Club in Miami, Feb 2013