The Duo

"It is an honor to have defied the motif and spat on the fate of neoliberal artists."

"In the art world — whether mainstream or supposedly underground — no one wanted our films."

Too far, too dirty, too 'us'. We presented ourselves as outcast artists, yes, but it wasn’t a pose, it was a method. We attacked everyone, without exception. Even our own faces.
With oozing bad faith. A bad faith almost elegant in its abjectness.

Do you remember? This scene. You have necessarily already seen it :

It was the time of blacklists. From everywhere. Ahahahah. It was delicious.

But it took the energy of mutants to carry out this tour of artistic, cinematic, and satirical pranks. We slapped neoliberal artists left and right, like soft marble dominoes. We started in 2003. And already, it was the grand display Competition, submission, serious blandness. No one allowed themselves excess anymore. Or if they did, it was a perfectly measured, calibrated, sellable excess. Our goal, however, was to blow up the machine. To become outcasts.

Really. Mission accomplished on that front. We didn’t even do exhibitions anymore. We had moved the battlefield: Transpedagogies. Transmedia. Trans-mutants.

These films? Critical blows against the old artistic regime. The one that confused ethics with capital. Our slogan at the time summed up the situation perfectly:

"Art gives meaning to money, because money gives meaning to art."

"And then we left them there, in their sponsored meaning cemeteries. While we turned towards the forces to come. Those that rumble on the margins, in ruins, in excess. The rebels of meaning. The fiery youth, the lucid old, the rebellious women, the transmutants, the incandescent queers, the metaphysical madwomen, the magnetic autists, the broken bodies, the escaped minds."

"And even: the plants, the trees, the microbes, the robots. The minority spaces of creation. The failed robots, yes, especially them. For they fail with grace. Just like us."

DL & PZ