Nation-rejecting state-founders, alienated in their own habitat, a group of artists map a hazy and half-awake condition. Some are seen as vogue cultists, others are known as prominent gene-splicers, populating their zones with morphing, pollution-riddled beings – visitors from an unknown future art. Some are scavengers, bending tools out of ore and bone, salvaging their own beginnings. One is a colonist, plundering precious objects to fll the cube. All are driven by different instincts but all are part of a singular impulse – to survive.
Obsessed with objects but rejecting value, they attempt to transmogrify forms rather than shape substance. Finding new shapes and visions that mirror our familiar cities and shores – shimmering in urban dust-haze, a second away from blackout as a trawler’s anchor cuts through the transatlantic fber-optic cable.
More than anything, A New Prescription For Insomnia is a state of mind. A series of tactics for making the mind stateless. For finding and exploiting what pockets of terra incognita we can on this satellite-drenched planet.
Temporary autonomous zones, Hakim Bey called them.
No one is an island, someone, long ago, almost said.
Every one of us is part of the mainland.