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Of the early ellipsoids Buchloch in the beginning told Genzken, “You haven’t even understood Carl Andre yet.”
The concern is laughable today. Kwade with impudent glee buggers Andre, presenting him with a bastard of his old clown materialism, a cartoon of the world bent in plasticity, a clock ticking amplified to hyperbole, material categorically "pure" in more ways than one. To bend with a compulsive confabulation to materials, present a doubling of the world split into seen and understood. That what you see isn’t what you see, what you see is a fun-house, whose objects aren’t specific at all. If minimalism expunged all but its axiomatic constitutes, Kwade’s bowlderization replaces what was lost, a point minimalism never had.
See too : Puddle, Pothole, Portal at Sculpture Center , Nina Beier at David Roberts Art Foundation