"Alternative" art first caught my attention a couple of years ago when I visited a small gallery in London that exhibited shit work - literally I mean: sculptures, a lot of them, made by what I recall being a Spanish or South American artist who employs faecis and turn them into art objects. Then there was a dog by the same artist, whom he let die of starvation while calling the process "modern art".

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The Tate has just bought some William Blake hand-made pictures. The inscription for one of them, depicting a naked man clasping his head in pain as he is consumed by flames, reads: "I sought Pleasure & found Pain." My thought exactly every morning when I go to work; I wonder if I also look the same. The museum paid £441m for these pieces.



Tuesday 16 February 2010

Nothing, nothing, nothing!

I am just getting more and more frustrated at this ugly box and I am not going to give up and stalk Mr. Balka again and again until he will surrender.

Why don't you want to talk to me, Miroslaw?!

"But perhaps the void invoked by How It Is is another kind of emptiness—rather, the nothing described by Jean Baudrillard in his late art writing, where art is identified as "emptied out," as “nil.” Balka’s container is not just empty; it is empty, over scaled melodrama." ... "the work is a pretentious mimesis of nothing.''

If only Baudrillard was alive, I would stalk him then.

Too late.

full article here

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