Entropy for sale
In the United States, the greatest performers are the ones who kill themselves. Elvis. Marilyn. James Dean. Kurt Cobain. Some say this is because we feel a tragic loss of love and profound regret for the creative potential that has been wasted, all the films and music that we will never have again. Maybe so. I think these performers are the greatest because we appreciate the fact that they did us a favor. They understood that in order to be truly loved, they needed to dispose of their limited physical bodies in order for their unlimited virtual images to live forever, and move freely about the world, and be in a million places at once, and never have anything to compare to except other images.
Americans love destruction. Since September 11, 2001, it has become ever more apparent that “things that fall” present unrivaled opportunities for emotional manipulation, economic profit, and political gain. Whether world leaders, stocks prices, Martha Stewart, or the World Trade Center, each thing that falls marks a downward motion that inspires widespread speculation about its eventual rise. It is a kind of blood lust. Not for the destructive event itself, but for the profits to be made after the destruction has taken place. Economist Joseph Schumpeter called this cyclical capitalist drive “creative destruction.” By his definition, capitalism cannot advance without perpetually destroying itself in order to profit from its own regeneration.
Thus a great shift is occurring in the American psyche. Where for the past forty years we have been obsessed with the upward potential of Warholian celebrity–the belief that riches and fame can happen to anyone, and everyone will get their fifteen minutes’ worth–we are now obsessed with the downward potential of Smithsonian entropy and the belief that everyone and everything will have its fall.
Which is to say that not only has America’s mood changed, its profit motive has as well. The dawning of the Smithsonian Era is not something to be sad about, but something to be invested in. For no matter how fucked up or chaotic or hypocritical America gets, we’ll always find a way to profit from it. Death! Destruction! Hurricanes! Snowflakes! Empires! Forsythia! Entropy! It’s all here, organized in nice, powder-coated aluminum bins that are pleasing to look at and easy to understand. And best of all, they’re for sale. Entropy for Sale.
Peer Pressure, 2005
Joe Scanlan with Gabriel Greenberg,
Sean Herman, Diego Rotalde, Erin Shirreff and Jeff Warren
DVD animation with soundtrack, portable camping table (aluminum, plastic, nylon), portable camping chair (powder-coated aluminum, nylon, polyester), archival ink jet on paper
Animation: 54 seconds
Soundtrack: 54 minutes
Drawings: 5 randomly selected still frames, 61 x 45 cm each,
edition of 3