Tag Archives: post-modern

Levitated Ass

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“Levitated Mass”, LACMA’s $6M orphan boulder by Michael Heizer. Perched over a pedestrian underpass, this sad quarry-speck is isolated by a bleak gravel pan where grass and trees once stood. People circle it, pause, then run away from it. Described as a megalith, it is not, as a megalith is associated with Stonehenge, Easter Island, and so on. This is merely a displaced 21.5′ boulder from a Riverside Co quarry. 
LA Co Museum Of Art, Los Angeles, CA. April 2013.

But that’s the pretty view. Feast your eyes on the harsh one:
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Enigmatic Post-Modern Masterpiece surfaces in LA.

Enigmatic Post-Modern Masterpiece surfaces in LA.

LOS ANGELES, CA: January 4, 2013 – Bloated Corpse gallery director [redacted], center, and [redacted], right, stand near Guy de Malpissant’s manipulated piece “You’ve Got To Be Shitting Me, BoHo Poseurs! (4)”, one of the pieces in a show at the Bloated Corpse gallery in Los Angeles. Both were at a a loss to elaborate on the enigmatic artist’s larger intentions. The piece was bought by a prominent personality for a record $80M.

This story just screamed “Kick me!”

Read the original LA Times story and decide for yourself. Please inform me if I missed something. Prior Post-Modern Art musings, here.

(Original photo by Katie Falkenberg / Los Angeles Times)

Post Modern Art Will Never Be The Same

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This catalog is my most recent project — the reclusive and enigmatic artist R2R0:

R2R0 makes incisive, metaphysical, commentary-driven installation art in near-total darkness; moving from critiquing fashion and society à la Audubon to take on the towering populist anti-hero that is Lady Gaga; a tragic figure whom the artist sees as a spurned lover whose grief turns to ironic rage. Fitness, fashion, politics, culture, and its mores are dissected by R2R0, known for his detailed, rather disturbing sculpturally narrative installations.

View and buy the catalog here.

“The Art Doctor” Cannot Reanimate the Brain-Dead

Mr Shark has his own thoughts on the subject of art.

Mr Shark has his own thoughts on the subject of art.

I’m delighted to assure you that bullshit knows no boundaries or statute of limitations. The New Yorker had a lengthy article on “the Art Doctor”,  conservator Christian Scheidemann. I respect Mr Scheidemnan’s encyclopedic expertise. What I find thoroughly laughable is his considerable talents are keeping art swindles by the likes of Damien Hirst et al, on life support.

Exceptions to the sorrow were some droll moments where beetles were gnawing the guts of a Wilfredo Lam canvas because they liked the glue. Wilfredo could kick the asses of all the current Po-Mo darlings, and then entertain their mistresses in style.

So, I decided to fire off a letter, to hurl a dead cow over the parapets if you will:

Editors:

Did it occur to anybody else while reading “The Art Doctor” that the real task was conservation of a preposterous fraud? Every “artist” reverentially mentioned is a slick bullshit artist, a mountebank, a swindler and cheat; pimply adolescent trolls stumbling in the footsteps of giants. I can’t wait for all of their “works” to implode due to their moronic ineptitude.

There was no thud, but it felt good anyway.