A visual blast(*) from Steve Dixon’s obsession in art as a gesture. There’s a little bit of blood, gore and grotesque, but that’s quite fine like a gentlemen he is. In Environmental Visions, his performance of his speech is theatrical and soul-grabbing.
Hell as a virtual concept; infinite loop of boredom with a robot that it is stuck in.
My experience with him is likened to Invocation of My Demon Brother happening in real time and space. Terribly charismatic.
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