The world is distracted and diverted with the noise of flickering images, while nostalgia infects culture and weakens our creative future. Why replay the stuttering cuts of a misplaced moment in an obscure corner of unpopular culture?
Video art, a byproduct of Japanese consumer product engineering, has arced elegantly from esoteric fringe to cultural mainstream, a seamless flowing from kitchen experiment to old master status.
In the quiet of the museum, and before the airbrush of history has time to dry, it is worth letting the noise in again, listening to that grating, scraping sound. It comes from outside. It’s an echo of when the pixel perfect body had a minor infestation, when the only way to make it go away was to scratch it.