Group Show at Antenna Space

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Thing becomes stuf. Stuf become our thing, a movement, today in art the object is animate with Kristeva flesh, a new form of object that is no longer what you see because what you see is sexually confusing. Why does a couch look like a tanned corpse, why does our/ painting look like a redundant skin. The moment is marked! Question for grad students: Why are we attracted to this? 

See too: Anti-ligature rooms, OUT NOW!

Isabelle Cornaro at Galerie Francesca Pia

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A grey that matches. Our new walls. The borders of virtual and real become porous, making the object float in virtual space, in their new home. You would almost think it wasn't coincidence. A gradientless lighting, the artist's overt concern with silvered surface. 

Isabelle Cornaro at Francesca Pia

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The Spoerri/Nevelson mashups are fine, but the simplicity of Cornaro’s videos make them feel tuned subliminal, a primeval filmic language that in the true stupidness functions sub-haptic, like submersibles, unable to be rationalized, a sort of commercial eroticness. A brilliant real dumbness, whereas everyone else was only feigning it.

See too : Isabelle Cornaro at Museum Leuven , Ida Ekblad at Herald St.

Isabelle Cornaro at Museum Leuven



What a totally enjoyable video, a plethora of suspense laden vignettes the simplicity of which must leave Blockbuster directors gruff, all the slow anxiousness of classic horror films, in the psychotic tenor of claustrophobic 70’s psychadelia. The Blob all the more unbearable because of its inhuman candy color.
The rest of the work just can’t maintain the same tension in its formalness, all coming across as quite nice, fine actually, just pleasant objects to fill space, asking the banality of “what could they mean?”-style press release fodder, but maybe they're better in person, though Cornaro’s films always seem to do so much more than the objects, though what a tragedy of a place to install it.