eden's contingent bliss is a non new age arcadian landscape à la Poussin
in heated argument with Caravaggio, via a bilinear interpolation of the
two Freuds. it's about our collective heretical heritage peeking through
the peeling paint, while profane whoremongers hustle hollow theories of
change, plastering text over every abyss of meaninglessness and paradox
- the inevitability of cracks where you least expect them. about being
cognizant and remaining sacred - slowing down or stopping outright,
defying the odds, allowing yourself to be looked at in the sunlight, eating the apple, not
standing in line at the ATM with a cell phone and an ironic smile, getting ahead. about
the varieties of illusion masquerading as truth, equally valid, equally absurd, not
knowing the difference; knowing you don't know. ©2000