“On why visual art doesn’t matter anymore. Because perhaps it never did. Not in our lifetime. Maybe we tried to make it something it wasn’t. For a long time we tried. Maybe we studied and wrote endlessly about something that is less effective at communicating or inspiring or provoking than any film. Literature, he decided, was where it mattered. Where death was transcended. Not in the clutter of pictures and piles of sculpture. But in words and ideas. Art was for the very few or it was for everyone but it failed as something worth so much consideration, time, and energy. Let it be decorative. Let’s move on. He thought. Let it distract fools.” – Matthew Brannon
Published in coordination with the first solo show by Matthew Brannon in an Italian art institution, the catalogue In Italy It’s Called “Department Store At Night” (Five Impossible Films, I). The Rest Of The World Knows It As “Postcards & Death Certificates” is organized as two independent volumes containing an unpublished novel by the American writer, “Antelope,” an essay by Alan Reid in the form of a set of “imaginary” letters sent to Brannon himself, “Unanswered Letters,” and a critical text by the curator of the exhibition and co-editor of the catalogue Alberto Salvadori.