ABSTRACT
Over the space of, perhaps, one decade, postmodernism has grown from the status of a mood to that of a reality; or at least a reality-in-thought. Its nebulous empire, projected forward by the tenuous and neurotic principles of self-decentring, the unrecognizability of priority, and committed instability, has expanded in step with this elevation in status. What was once a localized, and healthy, concern with the limits of the modernist trajectory in fine art and architecture has grown beyond arrogance into hubris, and mounted a critique of modern life and, more particularly, the forms of knowledge and value that support and sustain such living.
