I think I have been subverted by the ghost of Nam June. I mean I always enjoyed the seemingly organic wackiness and bizarre-ity of a cathode ray image machine, as it grows old and its geriatric deformities bend and break its once organized and handsome shape. The handsome shape become beautifully gruesome; lines of color and noise flitting and fluttering, bright and vicious. It's as if you can see the true nature of the thing, the facade of a perfect reproduction broken, by time and measure. The disillusionment is freeing. I have become enamored with light and pixel and especially singular phenomena in video. Video in the dark, it's so fun. You get noise and noise is what I enjoy.
