Pagoda Imaginaria, Guatemala City, Guatemala
January 18, 2020 – February 18, 2020
It was 1941 when my signal got to Vienna via Berlin. Living memory of those days is at once being tragically lost and cathartically freed. I justified my acts based upon what I had seen in Manchuria and the vulgarity inflicted upon the Chinese individually and as a culture.
You could call it slight of hand; knowing when to stop; knowing when to bluff; when to be a rat; when to eat a gelatin filled snake; washing your clothes on the right day; the luck of never signing anything the same way twice; knowing how many combs to buy… there are a lot of names for it… but ni modo… estoy sentado bajo los cielos azules, libre de mi cuerpo, medio libre de mi mente.
I am enjoying the last days of my life in Pink and Blue. When was the last time you met a 106 year old Andre 3000 devotee?
—Text by Doctor Yu Tsun