A favorite from an old friend and mentor, Peggy Ahwesh. Peggy’s work is always shifting, always a step ahead and a step to the side. Like so: small gauge punk films, yes feminist, yes Artaud, yes gesture; fidgeted found films; long-form PXL fictions; before-they-called-it-that Machinima; O, the body; O, the anthropologies of watching.
I love text films. Maybe someday I’ll make one about all the others. This is a great little piece that explains itself.
A recent show at the Museum of Contemporary Photography called Crime Unseen, featured Richard Barnes‘ photographs of the Kaczynski’s cabin in custody and of the land it once inhabited. They’re simultaneously haunting and clinical.
How many of those 73 words–the gaps between Kaczynski’s (eventually violent) articulation of his ideas of a technological society gone awry and the allowed lexicon of said society–could be used as tags for these images, these replicas? How many of Thoreau’s words would earn squiggly red feet?