Blair Thurman at Peres Projects

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Big dumb is an aesthetic too, one the world increasingly relies on for its power, like all those Franz West sculptures set in financial building courtyards, a dumbness used to soften the sharp rectilinearity of power. Big dumb feigns a friendliness that can't speak. A jocularity that hides, obliterating qualities. Like bricks of ham, they are inarguable, simply there. It's like turning painting into a fight with large oversized Wiffle bats. To hide violence in something plastic. For some reason we're attracted to it.

Group Show at David Kordansky

Everyone loves the smell of their own brand, and the miasmia of this "immersive installation" wafts in with a laugh of its aesthetic impropriety.  Like a fart joke. The bastardization of the proper. Stray paint and design faux-pas. Even the more tasteful tinged yellow by Armelder's power bomb of a painting. It's a gas. Paintings which look the way "oopsie" sounds. Whether or not anyone else loves is it in relation to how deeply trapped they are with it. Fart aesthetics in the high speech.


see too : John Armleder at Fernand Leger , Ida Ekblad at Herald St.