[a repost from June 2011 when crowndot.com was a Posterous (R.I.P.) blog]
So this little communication-challenged man comes up to the parts counter at work, and I am totally not understanding what he is trying to ask me. Subject? Verb? Object? -- He hasn't filled in any of the blanks for me.
"Eesss a, eess, uh . . . khow you say? Uh, you have pepper?," he asked.
"I'm sorry? Pardon me?," I attempted to ask for clarification.
"Uh, you khave uh pen a pepper?"
I handed him a ball point pen and a clipboard loaded with copy paper. This is his illustration:
Aha! I see your are cleverly and playfully deconstructing the construction industry! However I find this work menacing as well, in that the aura of tension created by the minisculization of the scribbled signifier seems very disturbing in light of the accessibility of the work. With regard to the issue of content, the disjunctive transmutation of quasi-biomorphic forms threatens to disintegrate the inherent overspecificity. In sum, the work verges on codifying our own participation in the critical dialogue of the last decade. Or something.