Wednesday, February 11, 2015
I remember walking thru the New Museum. A retrospective maybe. Not going to
Google the specifics. I remember seeing the marble piece of dead people in sheets
and surprisingly feeling nothing. I remember seeing the horse stuck in the wall next,
and again feeling nothing.
The reason, there were no mistakes. Everything was perfect. Everything was farmed
out to crafts people, technicians. When one does this continually, you lose something.
The genius, the break thru is when you make playful, happy accidents. When ideas go
straight from head to production, its a slippy slope to design. Regardless how strong
the idea is. The idea doesn't hold weight or rather it's weighed down by generic soulless
production. I consider two people at polar opposites. Jeff Koons makes zero mistakes,
it's pure controlled design next to David Altmejds great explorative worlds. In a similar
vein Ai Weiwei isn't making any mistakes. Peter Buggenhout is. So's Urs Fischer.
This piece is playful, experimental, humorous and simple Mauizio. Its got soul.
Multiple layers. Your hand is in it. Bastard, you beat me to it.