Matt Dixon’s works instantly evoke a sense of appreciation. Then, gradually, the slight impression of naivety they convey gives way to the observation enforced by some details. After a while, it becomes evident that, basically, what Dixon seems to be staging is a classic: the post-apocalyptic scenario where human presence is merely limited to scattered items, deserted cities and the anthropomorphic aspect of the robots that wander through them …
But there is a further step that finally emerges: we are the distinct solitudes of Dixon’s robots (as we realize) and the apocalypse has already come.