The future that had been impending in the pre covid world is a phenomenon of the now. In our collective uncertain fumbling as we allegedly crawl out of drone footages of corpse loaded crematoriums, unceasing ambulance sirens, people in bio suits spraying disinfectants in emptiness and long marches of weary feet seem to recede from media coverages, we animate within a loop of perpetual horror. Horror has gained a new level of normalcy. The piecemeal dystopias accumulating in time is unchained 100 percent. Surveillance, censorship and detention camps are columns of our modernity. The monopoly of greed devours, regurgitates and sublimates the individual casting in concrete a new world order. The citizen is levelled and quarantined from the revolution within himself. We daze at our black mirrors in real time and meta lives surfing and scrolling in relentless spin waiting for hot blood to spill out of our touch screens. The game is on and uninterrupted as we absolve in newness and ennui. Somewhere a glorious vista of unremembering is being paved.
Artists in this show responds to this tedium, to the prohibition of trespass, to the anomalies and deceptions of this infernal hour and the fires lurking beneath the ashes.