VR Spectators
Postpainting
Circa 2025
VR Spectators captures the grotesque luxury of disconnection — a room gilded with empire’s aftertaste, where ruin becomes ambiance and atrocity is just another immersive experience.
On velvet thrones, men in tuxedos raise crystal glasses. Their eyes, sealed behind headsets flashing GAZA, drink in devastation without a drop of consequence. They do not flinch. They do not speak. They are not haunted. War, here, is high-resolution background noise.
The room is a paradox: opulence suffocating in ash. The destruction of a city isn’t outside — it is the wallpaper, the floor, the stage. Nothing separates the observer from the obliteration, except the illusion of distance. This is no longer reportage. This is performance.
This is what happens when spectacle replaces conscience. When horror is streamed, edited, and framed — not to provoke action, but to accessorize power. To wear suffering like a limited-edition headset. The violence doesn’t stain the suit. It enhances it.
VR Spectators isn’t about Gaza. It’s about what it means to watch Gaza and do nothing. To sit in comfort while the world is razed. To be elegantly complicit. To call it awareness while sipping the good stuff.
History may one day ask where everyone was when it happened. The answer is here, in this frame: watching — and toasting.
