Machine Parade 2010
45 x 72"
"You see the Hindu Gods. Look again. No, more closely. They are corporatized Kombucha monsters gone mad. They are the self transforming machine parade from hyperspace. They are the pop-cultural Frankenstein puppet masters. They are the stuffing in beanbag chairs. We will worship them if you do. Landfills of trashed computers and shopping carts wobble into outer space like monuments to human triumph over technology. Did you hear that the newest computer processors are faster than anything ever created and are the size of a grain of sand? Can you believe it? Well it's more true now than ever.
We are increasingly connected to each other through electronic prostheses and invisible structures: self-dramatizing blogs, Twitter, Facebook, Myspace, PDAs, satellites, surveillance cameras, GPS, wire tapping, RFID tags, hyper-targeted advertising, Wi-Fi networks, terrorist networks, oh my! Sounds scary, right? We think so too, but we know we must submit to the future, which in our minds looks like a parade of drummers, robots, Native Americans, midgets, astronauts, trash collectors, and men donning biohazard suites. All of them celebrating the world for what it has become: utterly chaotic, disconnected in its increasingly mediated connections. We are the victims of technological progress but we suffer from Stockholm syndrome: We are slaves who love our masters. "