Blueprint for the DisOrder of Things, Ghostprints for the Infanta - Manifested into pure spectacle

A fish is flying in the night sky, its tail catches the edge of a full moon. As the moon waxes and wanes ships sail across the title pages of Michel Foucault’s The Order of Things. In the depths a large fish chases down a spacecraft, our upside-down world  is manifested here as pure spectacle.