Modern Art is dead. Contemporary Art is dead. Post-contemporary Art’s survival depends very much on how sincere machines can be.

Post-contemporary is an expression I invented back in 2005 to designate the time of machines like cell phones, the Internet, and computers in general. Unlike usual time, which only moves in one direction, post-contemporary time moves backwards and forwards, covering a much broader human geography than the ‘modern’ and ‘contemporary’ visions born in the West.

I’m not referring to the flops and glitches of most recent technological Art, although there are, as always, notable works and a lot of shit. First and foremost, the increasing transposition of the natural world into the digital, hyper-cognitive, and robotic meta-worlds, as well as the consequences that this mutation has and will continue to have on post-contemporary culture.