Perhaps the reason must be invented
Perhaps the relation between the idea and its conventional realization in traditional painting techniques, as well as the relation between such an image and its photocopy (which contains additions from photographs and objects), can be measured—perhaps even considered identical.
Most information about the objects outside of us comes through photographs and reproductions—whether images or sounds. Even touch between us becomes a reproduction of long-established rules. We are taught to reduce both art and love to technique. Consistency, even in these negative aspects of our relationship to the world, justifies such an approach to creation.
This is not about irony motivated by romantic technophobia.
We should step aside, surrender everything to the machine, and become freely disinterested. After all, that which drives us to engage in an occupation of doubtful value and fragile justification—called “art”—remains lonely and distant behind us, unclear and carefully hidden, where introspection does not help.
Let us assist the machine until it grows up and gains the power of mistaken choice. In doing so, we shed responsibility and earn the favor of the inevitable. Will we be able to endure the arrival of what has awaited us for thousands of years?
To invent—I!
The photocopying machine “Omega 303” created what is before you. I am not meant to return. What I accomplish remains forever outside of me and does not burden me. The one who made it possible is as irrelevant as the reason he thought he possessed.
Miloš Radović, Vranjevo, January 10, 1985
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