Thursday, October 2, 2014

Allan McCollum at Petzel

Allan McCollum at Petzel

So McCollum continues his endless objects, repeating one singular idea. 31 billion hopeless object, higher than peak population, the good schoolboy bringing enough to share, no two snowflakes alike.
A strange market, even distribution amongst population and they would be valueless, without rarity in their uniqueness, but a collector’s majority stake, hoarding wealth like diamonds, irradiating gold, that old Dr.No trick, a governed population, produces power. McCollum still playing in the 1980’s 8bits when today whole new versions of crypto-wealth premised on staggering permutations of bits, 128, and the mining of time in numbers larger than the mass of a universe. This looks comparatively Kinkade quaint. A cold humanism, depressing individuality. The endgame summated in the center of far sides's black/white sea innumerate, an individual, a penguin, singing, “I gotta be me, Oh I just gotta be me.”