Does the real exist in the space that we silently agree to willingly suspend our disbelief for? Ok I get yah, for the sake of letting this conversation move on. Metaphysically and that we will put a pin in it. Then there is how we see ourselves too, versus a false self, how much do you unite your Self-self with your internet self? There is not distinction; it is boring to think there is so. How do we keep it real? In Beyoncé and Jay Z’s On The Run tour, she juxtaposed portions of the show as REAL LIFE (video footage of their baby, her spending time with the ocean) with THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE (fire work display caliber performances riffing on gangsta life). All life is a curated life. I don’t need to see you take a shit to think that you are real. Conversely do we all really need to be staring down the barrel of a Johnny Depp playing Hunter S Thompson drug induced kaleidoscopic gun to experience the real? (The only way TV knows how to show hallucinogenics = a multicolored rabbit hole, panning in and out like on the segues in Scooby Doo or detective shows DIDDLE EH DIDDLE EH, DIDDLE EH DIDDLE EH) Eyes bleeding right on the edge of it all is no closer. There’s hyperpresence in screens... The ones in your hand, down the end of a stick, and on our desks, knees, walls, windows, eyes. But perhaps presence is a different conversation. Here we are talking about capturing as understanding, artists’ attempt to pause. Blackmirror style? The works in this show sit within the mess I just described. Trying to be a part of it, here now, there then. Or looking at an ‘unreality’ as just as good a way to look at reality, holding spaces in your mind. The saxophone squeaky door takes a phenomenological approach. And together they are calm? For the evening- the film screened looks at reality TV and will attempt to yank you back through that rabbit hole, YouTube clips playing on the walls as you fly back up and are vomited out. The performance on the night describes our everyday navigation of online offerings. How glutinous information mass may dilute a cause, and dwindle attention spans. Less calm. Perhaps we are all doing our best to keep it real. Succeeding sometimes more than others.