"But Eichwald finds the edge, the moment before a Frankenthaler turns into a dog's sick.The neanderthal nappie merchants - Joe Bradley, Josh Smith, et al - attempted proving beyond doubt: paint just always looks good. But Eichwald makes one really sit in its question. "
The scatalalogical mess used to be a lot funner. It reified what the idiot savants of abstraction were spraying. Their nappies. Jackson Pollock from a different less sublimated orifice. "The brown rope that tethers us to earth." But grown tired of being forced to look into the toilet and see the sublime. Once, in the Schipol airport restroom hearing a man inside a stall groaning, "Bitte! Bitte!" Ha ha, too bad we weren't in germany, I would have liked to read the kritical text sprayed.
