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You can assemble the parts of the PR to de-crimescene what's on display here, or wait for the writer mutated to docent, to explain, but that'd be beside the point to be at a loss shuffling through image and text that Angeletti seems determined to maintain in the limbo of contextlessness. The breadth of Angeletti's work looks like a google image search for a long string of arbitrary numbers, an array of the world's images arranged by a search term we cannot see, which in an era of almost total fuck-all of contextless images our cognition is molested by daily could make an art practice mirroring such seem a brutal finger but at some point we have to be trained for this, we could attempt to make sense of, it all, if we wanted to start lifting.
