| Semeiko’s various knights in flying saucers, fetishistic paintings of banal objects, and his solar system of commoditised human body parts, each forming a ‘planet’, charts a grand satire; the clanking, forlorn knights, in their tragicomic search to find something authentic in this synthetic universe, never perceive that their mistake is to look for authenticity elsewhere, when it can already be found in their own purposeful, yet hopelessly misdirected quest. |
