If Seinfeld's relevance both then and continuing can be found in its deliverance of characters who finally resembled us, no longer gave the viewer back to them in a rosy mirror, no longer the trope archetype of foibled gods (ala
Friends), but instead amoral characters whose personalized selfishness towards individual goals continuously lead to their own eternally returning undoing, a modern day tragedy in which nothing was at stake; then it is fitting that 9 Artists finds its design so easily compressed into the graphic design of the beyond iconic televison show, the exhibition which places the singular importance on the subject's subjective Rashomon interpretation, in which "wacky characters" are forced to come to terms with their own personalized view of reality, 9 artists revels in the difference amongst subjects, amongst desires/realities, each to their own selfish undoing.
