Death of a Giro
The Death of the Giro takes decades, unhindered by flengid hesitations. The ceaseless shrinking reveals the bright colours of decay. This city needs distressing. Rogue memes are multiplying in the minds of the Unweshed, as they embrace Deedahism. Panglodic murmurings resurface constantly and shift around the metropolis. Heavily encrusted with sub-gimboid mutations the artist avoids becoming a mere reflection of his peers.
The wind of urban paranoia will fill our sails as we set out on a journey to kill television. Poverty infuses our worlds with rich colours while the rich remain blind.
At a sub-atomic level things become rather strange. Everything is digital. The relationship between quantum physics and Deedahism cannot be measured. But it is sometimes worth trying.
Carlos Barcode 2005