Until Only Wreckage Remains (2006), ink on paper, 30x24".
This resulted from an amusing idea where a small group of artists formed a chain of contacts and made art based on a message. The message was a text blurb restricted to 50 words or less. THe first artist made an artwork and e-mailed a message to the next artist. The receiving artist read the message, deleted the message, spent a week making a piece for the show, wrote a new message based on the work, and e-mailed that to the next person in the chain. The process continued through all the participants, transforming the message and producing a startling change in tone and content.
The original message read, "One day as I was driving, I pulled up alongside a wood paneled station wagon. An agile little boy popped up into view in the back seat wearing Spiderman pajamas." The associated work illustrated this idea, evoking notions of 1960s family life. I was ninth in the chain, and my message read, "The foolish zealot’s legacy greets the future. Nothing can stop the avalanche. It is too late for cooler heads to prevail. Angels of death scream day and night, delivering pain and destruction to all. Technologies improve, but war never changes. The senseless slaughter continues until only wreckage remains." The show ended with an iPod mounted in a box. It played a loop of the internet video clip showing Saddam Hussein’s hanging with the blurb, "Are we safe yet?" That was fun.