To The Victor Belongs The Spoils | Unix Gallery | New York | 2018
It is human nature to choose sides. All of us do it all of the time. We choose: between good guys and bad guys; between those with white hats and those with black hats; between us and them; between political parties; between the Moral Majority and the Immoral Minority; and between the Eagles and the Patriots. Or, as Dr. Seuss might say, between Star-Bellied Sneetches and Plain-Bellied Sneetches. Of course, let's not forget the sides that religion is responsible for creating, or the borders that we have drawn across the land.
The tussle between us and them, the yellow and the pink, the stripes and the squares, the subject and the object, the angel and the ape, as various generations have described it, is as old as there are written records. The cultures we construct are shaped by human nature.
For the simple reason that neither side holds the winning cards, and the two natures forever wrestle for power and prestige.
To The Victor Belong The Spoils is an abstract representation of human competitiveness and competition. Imagine yourself observing a ritual with a unique language from another time and another realm. You enter a room with two different colors, two different shapes, two different flags, and one species wearing two different uniforms. A setting that appears to be two teams in an ambiguous competition. What you see is a game without end and without purpose.