Red Carpet Walking Machine

A sketch for a walking contraption that would allow one to march through the world with a continuous red carpet under one’s feet. As a commentary on the fetishization of both celebrity, and “agency” in a more general sense, I wonder if we are actually disabled by this feeling of individual importance, in that if we were forced to make manifest this methodology of being, we would instead become literally hindered in our locomotion and blinded by our own solipsism.



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