Is it really about the machine? We do distinguish between machines and representations? Our machines are invisible. And what about contexts? The context here was too obvious and lacking contrast. Writing in a cubicle needs to be contrasted with writing in the wilderness.
“And out of the hills came a strange thing.
It was a machine like a jade-green insect, a praying mantis, delicately rushing through the cold air; indistinct, countless green diamonds winking over its body, and red jewels that glittered with multifaceted eyes. Its six legs fell upon the ancient highway with the sounds of a sparse rain which dwindled away, and from the back of the machine a Martian with melted gold for eyes looked down at Tomás as if he were looking into a well”
This quote from Ray Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles is from Peter Courtemanche, http://absolutevalueofnoise.ca/ to show some sculptures in the next show at the Ellen.
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