Wednesday, September 4, 2019

“Automatic Door” at Park View / Paul Soto


The asinine quantity of pictures of bodies today, instagram influencers, lotion advertising, pornography. The vast amount of flesh smeared on everything, our stores full of them, our faces spread at 10 meter heights. Everywhere; a hall of mirrors. As if Bernd and Hilla Becher had foretold of a, this, complete surveillance, catalog, cars with more eyes than spiders to take everything and render it. And our bodies become so extracted, mined, and repackaged, that we start to feel like we don't have bodies at all. Just things, mocked as meat space, something stupid or without sense, or heat, or passion, or sensitivity, but whitened teeth smiles mined. And but then here a photo of a body still surprising, that can endear us to it, these weird incongruous things not yet fully extracted.

See too:  AA Bronson and Keith Boadwee at Deborah SchamoniGeumhyung Jeong at KLEMM’SRoger Hiorns at Faena Arts CenterErwin Wurm at Kunstmuseum Wolfsburg,