I hate machines that dictate my rhythm. They make me lose my inner rhythm, divide my mind from my body and kill my intuition. This is my revenge.
Those images represent all hidden negotiations, lobbying and intrigues which lead to the exposure of an artists in a museum of contemporary art. On the other hand they represent all frustrations and disappointment of millions of invisibly rejected artists.
In 1917, during the madness of the WW1, Marcel Duchamp pissed on the (art) world and the term “readymade” was born. Today, 100 years later, we are pissing on our planet, on the future of the humankind.