New Media Artspace Sarada Rauch
If All Things Were Equal, You'd Only Be the Sequel Curatorial StatementAbout the ExhibitionArtist Interview

We orbit a dying star. Each time around it’s the same, but it is also a little different.We orbit a dying star. Each time around it’s the same, but it is also a little different.We orbit a dying star. Each time around it’s the same, but it is also a little different.

Those walls are never high enough,
they are never full enough,
revolution is a circle.

the more you have,
the more you clench your fist
the more you take,
the more you think you need

Pushing
and
pulling
on the screen
Then
Pinching
the image like preparing
for a suture
The screen is my window,
I sit here and watch the world explode
Pushing and pulling on the screen

Then Pinching the image like preparing for a suture

The screen is my window,
I sit here and watch the world explode

Watching those men celebrate murder,

their words smell like farts.

Which can be lit with a match

you're looking for meaning in things that have no meaning
if you squint your eyes you can not tell that it’s fake

You have so much, how can you be so stupid?

Nothing lasts forever
Even the stars die