Sunday, May 23, 2004

Sexton, Lies and Video Arts

Art is dead more than ever. Curators, artists and others scumbags ought to put a Bounty's chocolate bar above their loser's egos and wait for the worst. That's why I love Netochka Nezvanova and her iconoclast rants against the "motherfuckers" who insist in exhibit "occident kommercial refuse" in modern galleries. She is the brain who had written Nato.0+55, a software that manipulates video for live performance and installations. She has been accusing Cycling '74, a San Francisco software company, of stealing her code. Has she or not the right to despise the 21th century ennui? In fact, nobody knows if Netochka is really a real person or a group. Whatever is the true, she is my new hero and the one who could prevent me to flee to Gunkanjima. She and Michael Moore's "Fahrenheit 9/11".

[Listening to: Jesse Sykes & The Sweet Hereafter - Troubled Soul]

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