“The world will be Tracey, traced with an eternal visage. The lipstick traces of a kiss planted on every mirror, fitting every mouth, every reflection.”
Schrott Kipple, The Exegesis of Christopher Tracey
For the exhibition Flow My Tears, Christopher Tracey, the life and work of the late American author Philip K. Dick becomes a prism through which 9 artistic positions are displayed. The dissociative and unsettled subjectivities that Dick explored in his writing have become oddly commonplace in the current era of pervasive digital surveillance and the splitting and multiplication of the self across ever expanding networks. The political leaders and campaign managers of the present day have become increasingly adept at warping the realities of their electorate. Fake news, deepfakes and targeted feeds of information within socially atomised communities seem to evoke the malevolent influence of the demiurges that populate Dick’s fiction. The community of artists assembled for this exhibition are themselves vulnerable to the intentions and inventions of the curators. A goal of the show being an exploration of the pathos, absurdity and dangers of interpretation.