In 1968, Sol LeWitt wrote Sentences on Conceptual Art, ushering in the age of the idea. But he died before the iPhone — how could he predict the world that followed?
The thirty-five haikus contained in this book are an act of digital metempsychosis, written collaboratively with a machine intelligence knowledgeable about both the internet and LeWitt’s work. While the statements are absolute, their opposites are equally true.
