Monday, September 1, 2014

Thomas Ruff at S.M.A.K

Thomas Ruff at S.M.A.K

Of all the Dusseldorfers, Ruff’s brilliant origins, as the most boring among, saved him the inevitable decline of initial impressiveness since it was all already, had always been, mired in conceptual dust, making him the smartest guy in the room, hard to get tired of something that was tired to begin with. Their slightly bent derivativeness, of all the projects strata, Warhol by way of driver’s license, Richter blurs, Science approbation through appropriation, virtual photograms, etc... it’s all a clever connect the conceptual-historico dots whose failing to come full circle (reveal something concrete) you’re standard dissonance equaling enigmatic art poetry. The blandness of all the miracles on display here meant to weigh like the blankness of Celmins’s stars, the discrepancy between seeing and knowing and raw computing power vs photograms and your spirit versus your image, and technology vs banality, and school dogma vs blankness, the cold embalm soothes the atrophied soul well, I sorta like Ruff’s dark hard paralysis candy, Richterian emptiness.