“The book is utterly clever, utterly well-executed, and utterly boring. And . . . that’s okay. That’s the point. … It’s important to be bored, and it’s important to sit with work like this and take one’s time with it, think about each image and how it stands alone or how it stands as part of the larger narrative. There is an artistic endeavor here—it is no easy task to assemble something cogent out of the work one has left behind—but also a philosophical one: It provides the chance to sit for a moment with an image and ask ourselves if we are what we write, or what we paint, or what we build, or if—when we can leave such traces of ourselves—if we are, or need be at all.”
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