The Simple Act Of Cleaning Causes Objects To Deteriorate
We are simple creatures. We worry about stupid shit. We do stupid shit. We do not know why we are here.
The objects in this room are reflections on how our greatest technological developments have created a multitude of existential risks, similar to how the greedy golden touch of King Midas inevitably lead to famishment.
One art writer* described me as “…the proverbial stranger come to heal the village with a whacky old prospector's assortment of things, mostly of the detritus kind, and mis-wired ancient magic spells that can never in a million years actually work.” But I keep trying.
*Don Carrol of Jack the Pelican
http://www.bruceconkle.com/
We are simple creatures. We worry about stupid shit. We do stupid shit. We do not know why we are here.
The objects in this room are reflections on how our greatest technological developments have created a multitude of existential risks, similar to how the greedy golden touch of King Midas inevitably lead to famishment.
One art writer* described me as “…the proverbial stranger come to heal the village with a whacky old prospector's assortment of things, mostly of the detritus kind, and mis-wired ancient magic spells that can never in a million years actually work.” But I keep trying.
*Don Carrol of Jack the Pelican
http://www.bruceconkle.com/
