As “humans” we have always been between — neither totally in a dream nor totally in materiality. But as the species moves from terrestrial mechanization to digital mechanization, what used to be only a burgeoning awareness of indeterminacy, is now crossing the threshold into a fully-realized, global existential quandary.

A kind of limbo is descending upon the world.

The artist Mark Leckey is something like a poetic diarist of this latter-day, societal anti-gravity. Through environment, object, memoir and/or varied pastiche he depicts hauntological netherworlds. Places where ghosts (literal or conceptual) have been caused into their hauntings by a silent wave of some sort of deadly populist fever — all (wittingly or incidentally) engineered by the omnicorps and their empty, self-serving megastructure promise(s)…

But… there is love here, of a sincere sort — perhaps because Leckey is forthright and happily lyrical about the mysterious and difficult condition(s). And maybe the antidote to seemingly endless franchises of empty promises, is simply no more promises (a reflective, dignified realist love) — like let’s begin with straightforward description first and then go from there.