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Words like "investigates," "interprets," "studies" are the satanic ritual for invoking art's eternal torment. Art's perpetual state of doing, art must never be done - instead a death-in-life mule generating MEANING. Meaning which has become itself a verb, its throbbing false pulse, kept alive for the sucking of more PR fodder. No PR will tell you it is done, what has been done, only the hell of "contemplates" "addresses" "elaborates""questions" "synthesizes" - words which action but cleverly never finalize. A hole digging but never dug. Thus art too becomes compositionalized stuf (reassembly of the mall), a Frankenstein corpse of culture look at it lumber, it is walking toward. Look at it walking toward.
