I speak of Great 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.