I speak of American Deserts and of my Paintings which are not Paintings

No products, no auctions.
Infinite panning shots over silicon landscapes,
over freeways, over burnt-out grids.
Pure binary circulation:

SyQuest or Las Vegas,
Iomega Jaz or Death Valley.

No art: the desert.
Art is still something productive.
But here, my External Hard Drives are mobile deserts,
non-places of pure latency.

No immediacy, no assimilation -
only the delayed shock of mobile deserts and simulation.

There is the same emptiness in these endless, informational files
as in the intact transparency of Modernist Badlands.

Deserts of data.