Here’s the deal: I don’t want your casual browsing. This isn’t some passive gallery where you nod politely and move on to the next algorithmic dopamine hit. This “Connect” page is where the rubber meets the road, where spectacle stops being theory and becomes transaction, becomes conversation, becomes something that might actually cost you something beyond scroll time.
You’ve wandered through the Spectaclism, the Heterogeneous Spectacles, the carefully catalogued Geographies and Propaganda. You’ve seen the stories. Now what? Are you one of those people who mistakes consumption for connection, who thinks clicking “like” is engagement? Or are you ready to actually do something: to buy a print, to collaborate, to start a conversation, to use an image with proper attribution (because yes, these rights actually matter, contrary to the theft as norm mentality the internet has bred into us)?
This page is beautifully, brutally simple. Phone number. Email addresses. A contact form that demands you specify your intent. No ambiguity, no room for the wishy washy “just reaching out” nonsense.
General inquiry? Print sales? Permission? I think you’re full of shit. Say what you want.
And that copyright notice at the bottom: fuck, that’s the whole game right there. In an age when everyone thinks everything is theirs to remix and repurpose, here’s me drawing a line. All rights reserved. Prior written permission required. It’s almost quaint, except it isn’t. It’s essential. Because art without boundaries, without the friction of negotiation and respect, becomes wallpaper. Becomes nothing.
So connect, or don’t. But know what you’re asking for first.
