As Groys notes in the opening passage of his essay, “On the New”, “We experience art history first of all as represented in our museums.” One might add, to be glib with Marx—and why not? —, secondly as farce.
>> Read moreDing Yi’s paintings refuse to answer, to limit or be limited. Whether small or vast, their multi-hued fields of crosses map and divide pictorial space, transparent and unguarded, beguiling with pattern. But this is no panacea for interpretation, for anything-goes opinion. Look closely at each painting and you can become familiar with them, with the individual character of the multitude of marks that compose their seeming and actual similarity, the repetitions, threads and permutations, and yet still not know them
>> Read morePeople crowd the raft of empty Coke cans and Pepsi bottles. Tourists, clubbers, musicians, students, sun bathers. Protestors are matched with actors, mendicants with diners, a photographer and his model with a mugger and his victim. The flag is red, the sky is grey, but unlike Delacroix’s “original”, there is no ship on the horizon, blind or otherwise.
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