"Works of art are of an infinite loneliness and with nothing so little to be reached as with criticism." — Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (1903)
At the far edge of The Atelier Fringe, where the maintained bicycle infrastructure gives way to unmaintained gravel and the lamp-posts stop being canonical and start being simply old, stands The Broken Wiggle: a public pavilion built around a Frank Gehry Wiggle chair scaled to civic monument, one corrugated cardboard-brown arm now fractured at the joint where it meets the seat, the structural laminate visible inside like the rings of a felled tree. The Registry of Resolved Forms classifies it as 'temporarily unresolved pending Committee review.' It has been pending for eleven years. Miriam Achterberg uses it as a workshop annex. She hangs rattan tools from the intact arm and stores wicker frames inside the seat cavity during rain, and she does this without filing for authorization because, she reasons, a thing that is 'temporarily unresolved' is not yet governed, and she finds ungoverned space more useful than any Registry-approved installation. The Broken Wiggle is where Jean Baudril...
From the lore of The Panopticon of Good Taste.