Wagenknecht's latest body of work puts a new spin on Klein's act, laying her own nude body on blank canvases while a Roomba saturated with IKB shuffles around her, creating a confused pattern of blue streaks outlining the large patches of
blankness where she reclined.
Seizing on the
blankness as the very thing to see, he joins the poet Wallace Stevens in voyaging through the God-less realms
where it is left to the hapless twentieth - century self, embarked on its own idiotic quest, to discern the difference between the «Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.»