"the rearranged parts of the cultural casino, cut from and placed into its altars, deranged artifacts. "
Our world's sign systems are chaos. And, artistically, we're still in our post-Harrison supernova fallout: artists picking up the world's detritus and assembling it on art's altars for your consideration: "culture what could it mean?" Culture, meanwhile, doesn't give a fuck about coherence, meaning. (Incoherence instills lack, creates desires, instigates sales.) The most successful artists of recent simply give in to this surface, incoherence and irony, and turn it into big stupid jewels/carnivals of it, say Jordan Wolfson or Anne Imhof. Maybe Koons. But putting a lovely frame around it works just as well. Go out into the world with your scissors and excise what is interesting. Print it on our cave walls. We travel to the caves to see this ritual performed.
See too: Philipp Timischl at Neue Alte Brücke, Philipp Timischl at LAYR Coburgbastei, “A Love Letter to a Nightmare” at Petzel
