In infinite time and in infinite space there are no terminal points. Though it has nothing to hold on to, humanity must somehow stand upright - therein lies the immense task of the artist.
some Foucauldian theory going into my thesis… sfai profs would be proud
Stephen Antonakos, Blue Box, 1965.
Ed Ruscha, Noise, Pencil, Broken Pencil, Cheap Western, 1963.