A three channel video installation co-authored as part of a collaborative residency at LoBe Gallery, Berlin, Germany.
“So now we are all mere citizens, there’s no Air Force One, no protection from the Secret Service, and we’re all sitting ducks for attacks from all sides, the paraboloid is your only way of survival.”
Everything they imagined fell to the ground in front of them, dead but unchanged. Surburbia yawned before them in a vista of trash, rubble, and desert; the bones of Walmarts, prefabs, and backyard edges. The axis of domestic global terror wormed through the Earth’s crust deep under the city. Militarization, security, factions and new organisations borne of a new spirit of informalism and airwave chat rattled like white noise through the concrete. Its destination – unknown. Its purpose – a mystery. As the lines of fate and possibility collapse toward inevitability, a banal and efficient theology of the one is the sole bastion of order.
Now, they wake up. Ripped from a dream of a new home – a new planet. All will be answered. They must become the image arisen like a luminous shadow engulfing the myth of their own selfhood. ‘A time we can only dream of, the worlds we construct are dreams’. Well, this one is one fucking psychedelic nightmare in the dark …