I don’t believe we are thinking hard enough about the relationship between art and life. The recent ‘clean-up’ job at the Museion Bolzano and our all too predictable reactions to the incident—both that contemporary art must actually be trash, or, that being trashed necessarily proves contemporary art to be challenging and subversive—reveal the scope of the problem, the scope of our limited thinking. Continue reading →
I recently visited the Mark Mothersbaugh Myopia retrospective at the Museum of Contemporary Art (MCA) Denver, which is on exhibit until April this year. I also attended the artist’s 6-sided keyboard concert and exhibition talkback last month. But despite my cursory understanding of Mothersbaugh as a composer, pop star, and wide-ranging visual artist, I wasn’t quite prepared for the sheer deluge of material I encountered.
