Friday, August 31, 2007
An Admission, and The Art-Writing Blooper Reel
I'm fond of Mary Cassatt.
While not nearly as jaw-dropping as the CAG in Vancouver describing a group of artists "exploring through exploration", the following sentence(pulled from this VoCA post) is wonderfully awful in it's inability to describe anything. Or maybe its ability to describe, through description, absolutely nothing:
"GARETH MOORE’s photographs of sculptures made from rubbish will become part of sculptural forms that draw attention to the images as archive."
I imagine these sentences to be written by curators on Friday Afternoon, or Monday Mornings. Beginning with the sentence "I don't know, go see the fucking work", they replace each word with a tile drawn from that Scrabble-like plastic bag that every curator has. On the tiles are printed things like "identity", "memory", "notions of", "transgressive".
Every word replaced.
Call it a night or wonder what the week's Facebook feed will bring.