April 28th – June 17th, 2017
One Stud: I’ll be moderating the discussion. Let’s start with you, Winged Victory.
First: Can we put up some walls first?
Winged Victory: Condensation Cube brought me in the truck, good thing there was still room.
Condensation Cube: We’re not just backing into each other. We actually have to compete for real estate.
Sappho and Patriarch: Location, location, location.
The Three Graces: Art, Sex, and Death: Blame iPhones and shelf life.
Condensation Cube: I have partially filled Plexiglas containers of a simple stereometric form with water and have sealed them. The intrusion of light warms the inside of the boxes. The image of condensation cannot be precisely predicted. I like this freedom.
Box with the Sound of Its Own Making: There may be many precedents within a sculpture, but sculpture has for some time been raiding architecture. Real space is not experienced except in real time.
One Stud: There must still be an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all? Art criticism lost its power over art-making after the '60s, no? We've already put the paint back onto sculpture that Clement Greenberg took off.
The Three Graces: Art, Sex, and Death: You mean how Greenberg stripped all the David Smith sculptures after Smith died?
Alexander the Great: Sometimes I feel the '60s aren’t far away enough. We’re not props.
TV Buddha: The culture that's going to survive in the future is the culture you can carry around in your head.
Sappho and Patriarch: I can defend being passed on as a lure, a decoy, an index, or as a reminder of a former visual self.
Kunst muss hängen (Art Must Hang): A Bourdieuian definition of art could be summarized as follows: something is art if it exists for discourses and practices that recognize and can appropriate it as art.
The Sled: Let’s hope this is not just a vicious dialogic cycle — we are, all of us, exploring a world that none of us even understands and attempting to create within that uncertainty. We're searching for more immediate, ecstatic, and penetrating modes of living.
Kunst muss hängen (Art Must Hang): The first time that I can recall weeping in a museum was the first time I visited the Louvre.
Winged Victory: Yes, I remember, I was there.
Manifesto: A racing car whose hood is adorned with great pipes, like serpents of explosive breath… is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.
Young Man: Why am I smiling? Where am I going? A young man stepping out into an adult world. My braided hair is like a teen-age girl’s, both stylized and natural. My testicles are full of life. You can project yourself into me.
Publyck Sculpture: There is a meta-game for use in the United States. The rules of the game, or even that there is a game at all, are hidden to some. The uninitiated are known as naïve, provincial, suckers or liars. To those unamused by an awareness of backdoor maneuvering, a whole world of deceit remains opaque. Those in the dark are ripe for exploitation.
“Benglis ad”: What’s the point of this discussion, isn’t this all a bit obvious?
Why not sneeze, Rose Sélavy?: Perhaps that’s why we’re here, to ask what’s the point.
Leave the Land Alone: It’s not to tell you what you don’t know but to show you another way of looking at what you do know.
A Subtlety: I do what I am feeling and what I’m feeling is monstrous. And I do it in the nicest possible way.
Judith Beheading Holofernes: Make art history scream.
Dialogue Piece: This is all poetic nonsense.