Evolution is an adaption to enviroment, what happens when all enviroments have air conditioning, when food, medicine and clothes are flown in from other enviroments and when the same TV and music and film are experienced everywhere? What happens when people can drive, train, fly to other enviroments? Where does all that evolutionary energy go when there are no longer predators and prey, no longer dangerous climates to adapt to?
In May in Hosier Lane, Melbourne there was the case of the three Banksy claimants (three street/graffiti artists) who claimed to be the faceless street artist Banksy.
Evolution is now an arms race between deception and lie detection, a struggle between finding biographical solutions (LIES) to counter systemic reality (TRUTH). People through imposturing (lying) are working their way up the evolutionary ladder. Truth is heavy and can be a burden for climbing. Lies are light and easily disposable. There is more information in a daily newspaper (lies) now than a medi-evil farmer collected (truth) in his/her entire life.
As our enviroments become both physically and culturally the same so to do the top rungs of the evolutionary ladder. Everyone is imposturing their way to be the same person.
As if by putting a microphone in front of someone makes them worth listening too (and a rung higher), so too does having your work seen make you worth knowing (and a rung higher). Hosier Lane for artists is the shortest evolutionary ladder with the fewest rungs.
In the centre of the picture there is the three Banksy impostures being examined by experts. They look through the impostures’ drawings and notes but it is the lie detector- polygraph, which lurks behind them and which will decide the matter. Polygraphs fill the streets like telephone boxes used to and their paper read outs are first like telephone lines in the air then like streamers on the ground.
Animals are the first to respond to evolutionary needs and they have moved into Hosier Lane. Crocodiles disguise themselves as big skip bins so as to be regularly feed rubbish, giraffes stretch themselves to look like electric poles and stick out their tongues to impersonate the wires so that birds will sit on them and be licked into the giraffes’ mouths. Snakes swarm into Hosier Lane and they form themselves into groups so they can impersonate tags and graffiti patterns so as to be photographed and moved up the evolutionary ladder. What looks like flowers hung in garlands from the sky but are birds, which have evolved in to half flowers to catch pollinating insects. Those birds, with better lie detectors, see the snakes impersonating graffiti and feed on the snakes’ greater protein. The sky is full of fake graffiti being flown away by colourless birds.
Inside the forum theatre mothers queue up for their chance to move up the ladder via a microphone while their babies circle them in confused panic trying to recognise their mothers, as the mothers evolve into the same person in front of them. Behind the forum at Flinders street station fathers queue for lost luggage so they can imposture their way up the evolutionary ladder. On the train platforms the passengers wait and are so believing their own lies they look only at their own clocks which are different from other’s clocks, and so wait obediently but uncomfortably and endlessly. Others try to follow recipes timing with their clock they believe only to be engulfed in burning smoke. Back in Hosier Lane the day that was once all about you – the wedding day – has tip trucks impersonating luxury cars queuing up then tipping wedding parties into Hosier Lane for their obligatory photos in front of fake graffiti.
The entire landscape is littered with the wooden planks of advertising billboards – the skeletal remains of industrial imposturing – they are being re-used and re-used in different billboards and like a lie they are ever increasingly complicating themselves. A baby climbs a rickety ladder to feed a skinny billboard model. Karate suits with black-belts are sold on every street corner, like professional soccer tops sold at the Victoria Market they grow from the ground like toadstools. The Melbourne Zoo is full of stuffed toy animals instead of real animals as they are easier to maintain and the visitors like their predictability.
Brightly coloured lures decorate the landscape, fish leave the water in order to chase down a truckload of them. There is a runway show of the latest fashion lures and people hang proudly from the latest most fashionable lures to have deceived and hooked them.
please visit http://artsy.net/artist/banksy.