Tuesday, August 9, 2011


The myth of the wild is pervasive, especially in North America.  Everywhere you go, people have been there.  Even on a seemingly uninhabited swath of sand, there are denizens.  There is no virgin land, there is no virgin art.  Everything is a remix.  It's new in your imagination, but only because you can't see the tracks anymore.  The most you can do is discover things new to yourself - and that's a tall enough order.

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