Marie Angeletti at Ishikawa House

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Nauman's own nighttime video mapping of the studio (Fat Chance John Cage) became, against all odds, enjoyable. (How the stupidest idea in the world actualized as zen fun the most Nauman thing in the world.) Live-streaming a studio across continents/timezones sets up a similar potentiality - it's live! -but not knowing it will. An artwork with potential energy, all edging, audience set to wait for any small climax. No guarantees. In the meantime it's a studio displaced, potential artworks transmitted virtually to potential ends, metaphors for our modern age write themselves, a machine set to run, gesticulate, no guarantees for reward, just finding hope in darkness, Prisoner's Cinema, Nauman, it writes itself.

See too: ...because the work does feel like the internet, forced with lips glued to feed, like we all are. You can assemble the parts to de-crimescene what's on display here, or wait for the another writer to mutate to docent, to explain, but that'd be beside the point to be at a loss shuffling through image that Angeletti seems determined to maintain in limbo, contextless. The breadth of Angeletti's work looks like a google image search for a long string of arbitrary numbers, irrational, an array of the world's arranged by a search term we cannot see, which, in an era of almost total fuck-all of contextless images...