Untitled
Digital collage
8.27 x 11.69 inches
2011
Don’t Touch Me
Installation - plinth, table and paper
2010
Text:
Don’t Touch Me
You read me right, I want out.
I don’t want your charity and I’m not giving it either.
Don’t see me as a political or artistic project; I’m not a social worker. See me as an ethical gesture, here to repeat tired, old formulae.
I’m not a self-reflexive work, either. I’m not here to concern myself with the conceptual product of my own gestures. I’m not a motivator or a manipulator, I’m just telling you to get the hell away from me.
I possess no meaning beyond the satisfaction of my own existence. I’m not here to marshal aesthesis to produce an elaborate symbolic connotation. I am my own short-term topicality, contentedly inebriated on my own careerist individualism.
I’m not going to discuss authorship, or amelioration. I have no intention of rethinking myself, or working within the altruistic framework of resingularisation. It’s black and white to me, baby. I’m for benign aesthetic totalitarianism.
Make your own goddamn art.