The VHS Minimalist

I was trying to arrange jumbo-sized action figures into movie poster scenes between the slats of a train track, and my efforts were continually hindered and undone by passing trains. The action figures turned into real people at some point, and were distracting me as I tried to arrange them in such a way that was both dramatic enough for a movie poster, and which also wouldn't get crushed or scattered by the trains.

After a train completely destroyed my work, the souls of all the action figures got transferred onto video tapes by a man in a sleek business suit with a VHS tape for a head. He was a self-proclaimed aesthetic who felt that the only proper way to live was to capture only the barest essense of one's personality - just enough to fit onto an analog video tape - and to lay around around smoking French cigarettes and listening to minimalist ambient music. He had a brother who created a stir in the art community by collecting hairy people and shaving building profiles into their bodyhair, and then having them stand next to one another, creating complex human cityscapes.