The Assemblagist

We’re speak­ing today with myself. The room is dimly lit. Dur­ing the tap­ing of the inter­view, two small dogs snooze in the cor­ner crevice while another larger dog slams its entire body against a nearby exte­rior door. Out­side, a neigh­bor dis­cov­ers ter­mites in her shed and engages the car­pen­try skills of her son-​in-​law to repair the dam­aged wood.

Ques­tioner: Do you have a recent state­ment of pur­pose? What is your dogma?

Myself: Quot­ing from my blog, let me state “While my assem­blage art pro­foundly echoes the tran­sient themes of yesterday’s blog posts, record­ing the unre­spon­sive mul­ti­tudi­nous pres­ence of too many illit­er­ate masses, cur­rent dogma remains intact. Thusly sup­posed, cre­ation­ism relates not to evo­lu­tion­ary processes but instead to the mixed media rep­re­sen­ta­tions of jux­ta­posed vir­tual and con­crete forms.”

Ques­tioner: I under­stand. You seem dis­tracted. Let’s con­tinue this inter­view at a later date, shall we?

Myself: Excel­lent.

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