Impenetrable "art speak" struck again, this time in the Whitney Biennial catalog essay from one of the curators, Shamim M. Momin. Here it is:
"Violette suggests the possibility of active participation in the majestic decay of the Burke-ian sublime, where imminent death [literally, or of that fugitive mement] imbues one with that consuming "astonishment...of the soul."
If someone sends me a really funny interpretation of what this might mean, I'll post it.