And hey, why not a couple more heavily altered images.
Check out my bud Taylor Baldwin talking about his studio practice as a kind of ethical pre-figuration of post-apocalyptic artistic production, and, of course, as an entry into the archive that can never be destroyed (i.e. biodegrade):
So, the following looks like it’s gonna be a series I’m engaged in creating with Racheal:
Newsweek (of all publications. . . ) has just made available many pages from the David Foster Wallace Archive at the University of Texas available. Check out a bunch of stuff that didn’t make the cut for the final draft of Infinite Jest here.
Whether historically the novel expires or persists as a major art form seems immaterial to me; if enough writers and critics feel apocalyptical about it, their feeling becomes a considerable cultural fact, like the feeling that Western civilization, or the world, is going to end rather soon. If you took a bunch of people out into the desert and the world didn’t end, you’d come home shamefaced, I imagine; but the persistence of an art form doesn’t invalidate work created in the apocalyptic ambience.
John Barth, “The Literature of Exhaustion”