Vergangenheitsbewältigung (Crater Speak)

My fear, my loneliness, my happiness. My blackness, my queerness, my objectness. My subjectness. I am haunted by likenesses. I’m haunted by my a self. _ _ _ _ like a _ _ _ _ _. Smile, Simile. Messages, Massages. (Crater Speak) is the title of a catalogue I published with Midway Contemporary Art. It is an unreliable guide of materials that influence my artistic and musical practice. There are several associative chapters that dance, outlining a perimeter. The steps draw the rim of a crater. An old absence present. Here by unimaginable heat, scale, speed, and violence. Collision to disintegration to... (see The Thing, 1982). “The rings of Saturn consist of ice crystals and probably meteorite particles describing circular orbits around the planet’s equator. In all likelihood these are fragments of a former moon that was too close to the planet and was destroyed...” - W. G. Sebald, Rings of Saturn. To become a star is to become certain death. Of stone, of (s)tar, petrified. R U SCARED? Of mud, muck, ivory, oil, and bones. A New World by refined old old oooold Death.