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An artist's archive collecting an aesthetic, a moment, one that is disappearing, unsanctioned, unprotected. There is so much preservation today. Embalmed in your screen. Documentation as Matrix-like life-in-death existence, serving the robots overlords. Graffiti is tears in the rain, a voiceless nameless people irrupting onto a city, only to be washed away by oceans of solvent, grey paint. ACER's bomb on the New Museum one of the greatest works of institutional critique of this century, encapsulated by a meme: "everyone wants graffiti until it's time to do graffiti shit." The museum, ostensible archive, could not delete its message fast enough. Graffiti must arrive in the safe digestion of another. Distanced and morbid. But it is the bathroom walls we must protect. Like CAWD.
An artist's archive collecting an aesthetic, a moment, one that is disappearing, unsanctioned, unprotected. There is so much preservation today. Embalmed in your screen. Documentation as Matrix-like life-in-death existence, serving the robots overlords. Graffiti is tears in the rain, a voiceless nameless people irrupting onto a city, only to be washed away by oceans of solvent, grey paint. ACER's bomb on the New Museum one of the greatest works of institutional critique of this century, encapsulated by a meme: "everyone wants graffiti until it's time to do graffiti shit." The museum, ostensible archive, could not delete its message fast enough. Graffiti must arrive in the safe digestion of another. Distanced and morbid. But it is the bathroom walls we must protect. Like CAWD.
