Karl England

I am here to proclaim the system as a creative act; the domestic as political; the method of dissemination as critical; narratives as defunct; meaning as evasive; cultural commodity as social; the ‘other’ as obsolete; enclosure as under attack.

The content is in servitude to the system, the subject is the system. Meaning attaches itself to art like lint to static. You’re the lint… or the static. No. Wait, the system is the static and you are the content, the content is lint. The static is discharged. Forget the static, the presence of the static is subjective anyway. Scratch that – the static is crucial, as is the lint. Actually, without you there is no lint. Got it? Good.