Yesterday, after working on my installation for the exhibition FUTURE RUINS, I found this crippled exhibition-poster outside the BAS-silo. Like most people would do instead of giving life-saving first aid, I took this photograph with my mobile phone camera.
It reminds me of a project I did in 2009 entitled “The end is the beginning is the end” (a title I borrowed from the Smashing Pumpkins-song), in which I photographed thousands of crumpled photos of crumpled photos of crumpled photos etc until the content could no longer be identified. Remnants of this project seem to pop up in various other projects.
Anyways. Did you notice that metaruin almost reads metaurin? This is because “it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.”, according to a study at Cambridge University.
And speaking of urin. Yesterday I also witnessed a considerable amount of zombie-looking people walking, vomiting and urinating in the streets, which I suspect must have been related to the Bon-Jovi concert in town.