Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Günther Förg at Barbel Graesslin


It was hard to argue with the slightly stupified version of Forg's modernism. Awkward buildings colors and installations, scribbled pleasures later. Rendered dumb, it didn't speak to anyone, rather happy with, instead, simple existence, becoming a stone in the modernist pathway, a weighing down ideals of transcendence, like attempting to see a Rothko with a pile weighing heavy in your bowels, the work refuses to lift one beyond the limits of your earthly human presence, the usual higher pleasures lifting spirits instead hamstrung to leave you right where you already are.

See too: Heimo Zobernig at Kunsthaus BregenzHeimo Zobernig at Simon LeeHeimo Zobernig at IndipendenzaHeimo Zobernig at Petzel, Krupp, MUDAM