LAKES & SCREENS
The fingertips mess with the symbols, push them around on the face of the lake. Nobody wants to go deep here, too gloomy, too diffuse, too foggy, no difference. It’s better to finger, feel, grasp, hug the surfaces. Apply paint, insert lines, stretch and cut. Look for nothing behind the cracks, there is nothing behind the cracks, behind the nothing is just the negative, the underside of the surface. It is better to run your fingers along the edges and trace the patterns on the skin. Let the signals from your fingertips travel back into your arms, into your legs, into your ass, from the software into the hard-on. Edit the turret program. Confetti guns. Place figures. On the streets, ballerinas do the balancing act, cowboys on robotic horses, naiads and bankers in the bank mud, flamingos put between warehouses, pastors on shipwrecks, the redheads on the bus stop, the blue Krishna on the Black Sea, the angels in the angel’s kitchen. Put pointed hats on the naked man and Grace Jones masks. Let everyone dance on sharp, polished shards of pop.Dance to the rhythm of the dark idols’ thumbs. We wish you all good luck.