The power of unreadable meaning

Sometimes my computer can't decipher an email message, and I've begun to collect the unreadable graphics of the texts, potent with indecipherable meaning. They are unique in that no one (in their right mind) would actually sit and type this stuff. They have all the markers of painstaking labour that most art seems to have, like it or not, yet they are 'found' and free. The latter was a significant factor in some of the early conceptual art of the Sixties. In contrast, I saw large white canvases with a date repeatedly painted in row upon row, at the Venice Biennale a few years ago. In some attempt to authenticate the act, the artist had spent ten years doing nothing else. They bridged the gap between the obvious 'labour' of painting and conceptual art. The labour and tenacity were his only currency, in my opinion. I prefer the instant, throw away joy of found graphics.

Here's one, which actually went on for twenty pages:

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