I envisioned this piece as a sort of self-contained, electronic campfire. It is comprised of six, Apple 2e computers, all facing in an inward circle, about waist high. Using scanned, xeroxed images of my face surrounded by plastic foliage, and animated by a crude, page-flipping program (1986 was still fairly computer primitive), I also explored what was at that time the infancy in computer phoneme technology. Actually, it was this low tech quality which appealed to me, as this was a study in lost translations. The faces would talk to each other, in crippled, art speak superlatives, and rather grotesquely mouth these utterances of self-recognition and praise. 


And the Muses Spoke