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.
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