Matthew T. Perry

THE TIME IS OUT OF JOINT.

A perpetual present of regurgitated past. Branches hanging limp with the rotting fruit of abandoned futures. Here I am, sitting in a retro diner at the end of time. The flickering neon sign, 'Eat at Joe's'. 'Eat at Joe’s'.

Down the rabbit hole, falling through time and space. Lost in a sea of simulation, searching for a way out. Catch a wave, ride the oscillating streams of visual narratives — barreling through appropriated fragments of culture.

Powered by a whimsical nostalgia, we bounce from the American West to pulp and exotica, pop and the underground. In the collision of displaced and fragmented images, new stories emerge—layered, unstable, alive. The resulting assemblage merely a single word in an encrypted communication. Haunted by distorted glimpses of bygone eras, the vinyl skips, the signal lost.

Screens flicker, reality folds in on itself, cartoons become more real than the reality they represent. Shiny, happy materials forecast a strange apocalypse. The end is nigh! The enemy's gate is down, the only way out is through. High-ho Silver, ride!

Groping around in the dark, here I am again, sitting in a retro diner at the end of time. 'The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!'. They really should fix that sign.

Matthew currently lives and works in Savannah, GA. He is an MFA candidate at Savannah College of Art and Design and moonlights—by day—as a visual effects artist. IMDb.