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Echo Park in 1895: Snow-capped peaks in the distance and rolling countryside all around
Susanna Hertrich. Chrono-Shredder.
The machine as performer.
Chrono-Shredder (2007-2012, various iterations) is a poetic device with functions similar to those of a calendar and a clock, it continuously shreds every single day—minute after minute, hour after hour. All that time that is irreversibly lost, obtains a tangible existence in the form of shredded paper. As time passes by, the tattered remains of the past pile up under the device.