and i’m supposed to believe in a god
Made in 72 hours in Las Vegas, and i’m supposed to believe in a god is a fractured account of living in the city’s hyper-digital landscape. In a place where the senses are bludgeoned, human encounters--regardless of how brief or unsettling--take on an unexpected gravity.
Shifting between photographs and glimpses of language, the work considers:
In a world collapsing under stimulation and simulation, does reality itself become sacred?
and i’m supposed to believe in a god
and i’m supposed to believe in a god
Made in 72 hours in Las Vegas, and i’m supposed to believe in a god is a fractured account of living in the city’s hyper-digital landscape. In a place where the senses are bludgeoned, human encounters--regardless of how brief or unsettling--take on an unexpected gravity.
Shifting between photographs and glimpses of language, the work considers:
In a world collapsing under stimulation and simulation, does reality itself become sacred?
Made in 72 hours in Las Vegas, and i’m supposed to believe in a god is a fractured account of living in the city’s hyper-digital landscape. In a place where the senses are bludgeoned, human encounters--regardless of how brief or unsettling--take on an unexpected gravity.
Shifting between photographs and glimpses of language, the work considers:
In a world collapsing under stimulation and simulation, does reality itself become sacred?