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

Description

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.