Oren Pinhassi at Tempo Rubato

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The chair becomes goo to remove it from the strict realm of functional objects to something more bodily, tongue-like, and palms like green boogers spraying. Oreo calls the white substance gluing together its cookies simply "stuf" and its an apt coining for a material vague and formless. It's just stuf, the building block of everything if we didn't know anything about the subatomic but rather formulating the corporeal junk that we might theorize underpins everything, stuf. The stuf we as children saw comprising the characters in cartoons and allowing them to take a hammer to the face. The malleable taffy we believed made up the world and allowed us the fantasy of it remade at our wills as slapstick.


See too: “Puddle, pothole, portal” at Sculpture Center, Chris Burden Metropolis II at LACMA

Joav BarEl at Tempo Rubato

According to the PR this is the center of the world. And if you buy it, or curate it, you can place there on its clear altar under its dome any object you like.
But so of course the question is which world does it become the center of. Becuase Bruce Nauman built the center of the universe, fittingly, in Albuquerque. In cosmological terms all points are the center of the universe, dispersed, infinite. Everything expanding away from everywhere else. All distance increasing over time, though it’s hard to say whether between me and you. Between you and this thing. But so what’s the difference between a world and a universe. And whose world. And what is a center of a world.

Tonight I'm being paid $125 dollars to follow a partybus containing a celebrity reporting its location by texts to producers through the Los Angeles night.