Nouveau Vandal III, W.Harms, 2020
Multimedia on canvas, 40×50
Nouveau Vandal series deconstructed last spring during a pandemic quarantine. Battling Burrough’s bad karma, these visual poems are time stopped, dystopian dialogue, electronic versions of yesterday’s news.
The void is only a bad dream; a story you are telling yourself. Loneliness is a state of mind; boredom a human construct like time or Art. One can scream helplessly as a cog in a broken machine or change gears and find a different voice.
I will not abandon my post even after the death of a dream.
We are all just doing something in an age of poetic terrorism.