Prudence in Hell 024
Coördinance
I have an outstanding sense of composition, something you should genuinely demand from all of your historians. Insurrection stirs me: it is coördinated chaos, a dangerously extended Saturnalia, the ultimate in controlled prolapse. Chaos in the service of order is what springs from evil in service of good; notably now that they’re pretending we did not immanentise the eschaton. Know, then, that every prince is born with a hand-fed golden spoon and with a needle-thin bloodline around his neck, which can be lethally activated with the right code. (My middle name is not Marie Antoinette by accident, nor is my interest in beheading games.) When training to see like a state, I gained a world’s-eye-view that serves its purposes. The absolute destruction of my priors should also ordain me, for one simple reason: I manifest, I do not wait, for the barbarians.
Walton Ford. Gleipnir. 2012. Watercolor, gouache, ink, pencil on paper. 175.26 cm x 304.8 cm. Paul Kasmin Gallery, New York.