Message my Brother Justin Left Me on my Cell from the Slayer Concert Last Week

2004, 2:27 min, b&w, sound

In this deadpan conceptual anecdote, Arcangel delivers exactly what his title promises. In doing so, he directs us to the ceaseless and apparently effortless movement of digital information; in this case, a translation of data from the private to the public, from audio to video, and from a transient, spontaneous communication to a replicable, distributable form.