New work: objects, images, and a rocket launch.
“Make no mistake: our methods all failed. Even those that seemed to succeed were failures—especially those… How many times could you give your best friend the finger before it just quit being any fun at all? And how dumont was it to believe that doing so accomplished anything meaningful, let alone useful? Wasn’t to believe that but a way to be arranged? Maybe even the worst kind of arranged? The kind where you think you’re overcoming the arrangement, when, in fact, you’re serving it perfectly? Flipping a covert bird instead of screaming a curse instead of throwing a punch instead of throwing a rock? Revolving in a chair you might have otherwise swung? Cheering for underdogs and calling it action? Smirking at the powerful and calling it subversive? Embracing your meekness instead of getting strong? All day long we coped with the insults, with being insulted; we did what we could to avoid further insults. But that original insult—the one I mentioned earlier, the one that took awhile to really understand: that we were expected to accept all the insults the Cage dealt out, all of its rules; to accept that the Cage was allowed to deal them out, was the maker of rules, the only maker of rules, and rules, no less, that were only there to dominate us; only there to show us that the Cage made the rules—that one loomed, grew ever more evident, and even more powerful.”
-Adam Levin, The Instructions