Nobody likes to be chained to the wall by somebody else's imagination.
The twentieth century was not kind to Friedrich Nietzsche. He died just as it began, but his work lived on to be embraced by all the wrong people. Although he had disavowed his friendship with the composer Richard Wagner over the latter's anti-Semitism, his own sister insinuated his philosophy into the Nazi propaganda machine where it was maneuvered into supporting notions of nationalism, militarism and of course racism. Although the century brought him the attention he always expected to receive, it no doubt left him spinning in his grave. Word shards fill the visual landscape and, as cued, chalk scribbles, easily erased, abound.