Poster print, digital illustration, 2019.

420 * 594mm.

The audience and the subject are one in the selfie, a self contained replicating unit. Like Derrida’s Zombie, neither one nor the other, not dead, not alive and both dead as well as alive.

Did anyone / someone / everyone ask, whats outside the 4:3 selfie sensor crop? Is there a Samaraian fly, bred on greyscale equine corpses, quietly buzzing, flitting and spitting from ISO crumb to ISO crumb, waiting to be set RGB free in seven days?

A generous slice of time to spend scratching the edge of incubation periods, work up a metaphorical sweat flogging dead horses and build a series franchise. Do you think that’s what’s been done here? Or is the process ongoing, representing a failure of tense?

Speaking of / in metaphor[s], in general themes, working inside the porous border of a T cell corral, generally much better than the first [depending on what is ignored], but probably not as good as the next, ‘I’m OK? Are you’ is an iris out after an iris in.

Just how far can this pullback? I’m OK, how about you?

imok? #theframe #selfie