The night of 100 screengrabs
Imagine a massive cabinet of curiosities, plenty of fantastic objects, sophisticated typefaces, characters and quotes, movie frames, and old fashioned pop singles. A cabinet with multiple doors, above and bellow, in the front and also in the back. Not a wood one, a plastic cabinet, a fabric one, a cabinet made of glass, of paper, of sequin. And then, imagine that this cabinet felt apart, into thousands of anonymous pieces and unshaped forms, like the most convoluted puzzle.
I am the one pasting all together, but not in a rational way but unfollowing rules, challenging structures; however, my task is to create brand new narratives from this bunch of words, sounds and faces, arbitrary stories, drag manifestos.