Hillary HillsKenneth, poet — Raccalbegna (GR)
Every time I stay in Italy with my friends from Roccalbegna, in addition to sharing the best with them, I find the right concentration for my work.
The idea of printing the Internet came to me during my 2013 residency: at that time I calculated that printing all existing websites would require the equivalent in pages of 300 million copies of Infinite Jest. In 2018, still in the studio overlooking the hills, I conceived the project to print all Hillary Clinton’s emails made public by Wikileaks. There was a lot of discussion about the content of those emails that in fact no one had read, so I printed them in 60,000 pages and guess what … they are so deadly boring! No secrets or compromising details. To the point that I imagined one in which Hillary writes from Roccalbegna:
“Today I met Mr. K in Florence, but we couldn’t talk there. They moved us to a safe place in the hills, a small perched village. Mr. K has made the demands of him as expected. This aggression will not stand, man. Sure, it’s a very complicated case, a lot of ins and outs. We are analyzing the files that Mr. K gave me in a USB key hidden in the cork of a wine bottle. Saying smugly: this isn’t a Canaiolo, it’s a Clinton with a raw flavor, full of fruity secrets.”