Impenetrable “art speak” struck again, this time in the Whitney Biennial catalog essay from one of the curators, Shamim M. Momin. Here it is:

“Violette suggests the possibility of active participation in the majestic decay of the Burke-ian sublime, where imminent death [literally, or of that fugitive mement] imbues one with that consuming “astonishment…of the soul.”

If someone sends me a really funny interpretation of what this might mean, I’ll post it.

(The brackets are Momin’s; the image is a detail from Violette’s installation at the biennial.)