The World Getting Smaller : Gloss
KRISTINE: I’m pasting. I’m pasting.
KRISTINE: I’m pasting. I’m pasting.
Can you see it? A huge expanse of water, crystal clear, a cliché. Dotted with little floating heads.
The auteur at the heart of her text yearns to close the gap between the art object and herself, the art star. At least, she wants the appearance of having forsaken aesthetic detachment. And we’re with her.