Category: Investigación
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The artworld in the place of Ideas
There is a question that has permeated the philosophy of art since its first formulation and which is almost never articulated as what it truly is: what renders a work more than the object that sustains it? Why this canvas, and not the one beside it? Why this urinal and not all the others...
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Two Regimes, One Sculpture
In a field in Montauk, there sits a figure in the lotus position, nearly eighteen metres tall, constructed from twelve shipping containers that traversed the sea for years before being decommissioned. It is titled Meditating Figure, by Matt Johnson, and has been part of an open-air exhibition since late June. For the...
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Who is accountable for the verdict
The oldest institution of contemporary art will distribute its awards this year by visitor vote. This is neither a citizen participation initiative nor a curatorial experiment: it is what remained when the jury departed and the vacancy required resolution within days. The Venice Biennale has been since…
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The catalogue ornament
An image divided in two is circulating these days. On the left, a downspout gargoyle in the shape of a fish, aged metal against light stone, with scrolls and leaves carved around it. On the right, a grey pipe with its elbow, screwed into a wall. Above, a question: why we ceased to concern ourselves with beauty. And…
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The museum pavement
There is a detail in this story that explains it entirely, and it is advisable to begin with it. On 24 July, a United States executive order mandated the installation of signs warning visitors to the National Museum of American History that its exhibitions should be renewed and directing them to other locations where they might find truthful information regarding the…
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The museum that is not seen
When one traverses a great museum, one has the impression of viewing its collection. One is not viewing it. One is viewing a minuscule selection, and the remainder—the vast portion—resides elsewhere: in climate-controlled warehouses, in numbered crates, on grid racks where paintings hang on edge like folders in a filing cabinet. The…
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Pigments I no longer grind
At university, I learned to manufacture my own paints. I arrived at grinding the pigment on the slab with the muller until the lumps were broken, at incorporating the binder little by little, at noting when the paste had bound. I also learned to prepare my supports: to stretch the canvas, to size it, to apply the primer and to…
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What we cannot know about the price
On the invisible boundary between building reputation, manipulating the market, and defrauding. Every so often, a scandal of forgery or fraud traverses the art press and reactivates a comfortable suspicion: that the entire market is a fabrication, that prices are smoke, that behind every figure there is a hand pulling the strings.…
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Politics is not in the painting
On why the critique of contemporary art is played out in infrastructure and not in the message. There is a very widespread, and very comfortable, idea regarding what renders art political: that it is so by virtue of its subject. A work would be political if it denounces, if it represents a conflict, if it takes a side, if it carries…
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The laughter that opens and the laughter that closes
On humour, art, and the temptation to always believe it to be on the side of good. In times of tension, a reasonable hope is repeated: that we require more humour. That in the face of dogma, the trench, and angry solemnity, laughter might return to us some air, some distance, some shared humanity. I share the impulse. But I have learned…