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Of course, that’s not his goal. His goal is self-promotion and a quasi-scientific interest in seeing how many suckers will respond.
“What you decide to print out is up to you,” Goldsmith says (with, I imagine, a sly grin); “as long as it exists somewhere online, it’s in.” In the next breath, of course, he imposes his conceptualist restrictions: “We’re not looking for creative interpretations of the project. We don’t want objects. We just want shitloads of paper.”
Does “shitloads” count as a Freudian slip? Maybe. At the very least it speaks to Goldsmith and Co.’s preference for their own academe-nurtured “concepts” over the well-being of the earth.
Of course, there won’t be much of a response. People like Goldsmith only think the world is full of idiots. And the cost of shipping shitloads of anything to Mexico will certainly deter all but the most well-heeled conceptualists.