In a time
where Shepard Fairy capitalizes
on socialist propaganda and non-conformity
is more a social
obligation than supporting our troops, Jose Manuel Di Bella speaks from the
sutured culture clash that is the U.S. / Mexican border. The tectonic Nailed to the Wound reverberates hosts
of all sorts summoning ghost of Heraclitus and Andre Breton alike. Line after
line a stream
of consciousness shakes U.S. relentless, daring your day to day clock in and clock out nine-to-fives.
The cubicle or office job, with the view, that will hold the best fraction of
your casket bound life; yet, grasping the pseudo-intellectual socialites,
screaming at them, mediocre bull-shit, all the while traveling the unconscious
streams of denial, loss,
and nostalgia. And You are
constantly challenged and constantly welcomed to find a host willing to
distract you from the ever demanding palm
sized drone. The particle by particle atomized landscapes build on backs of
lovers, artist, travelers, bankers, and translators. Rosetta
stone tales laced in the hieroglyphs of a transcontinental identity, painting
divine images of Cronus, self-indulgent landlords with egos of gods, and stoned musketeers.
Nailed to the Wound intoxicates with
an unsettling uncertainty and irony nailing us to the borders of our arbitrary
flirting identities.
