The problem is that in general there is no concept except to show an idea or a vision hypnopompic rambling (I screwed up with the word, CONFESAL) in a cool place where your friends and four critics take a few sips of poor quality, marketing strategy a warehouse.
The absence of conceptual art concept comes sometimes to extremes that leave you patitieso. A few years ago, the show was that a text elegies of several, to start a piece of paper like that glue the paseaperros on poles, to a queue and I gave a copy of the text. As this was happening in Argentina, the photocopier had no ink, so refer you to a house of notes near the Faculty of Philosophy, where several days later had to give the slip to give it to you free. The artists believed that the concept was to select the text and make the queue to get your copy, but I thought it was a great concept that did not have dough to buy an ink cartridge and had to make another line in front of a photocopier that had nothing to do with the artists or the art.
Here it is time to confess something (the wave look how I leave the water closet and show my privacy has also come to lick these old banks): I have a niece and a son-conceptual artists. What would be the niece lives in New York, has an art gallery and in this moment is doing a show that is to show that it is an art gallery. In a large empty room on display around the gallery exchanged papers with a Brazilian artist to invite her to expose. That's it. I think there was also a forced attempt to explain all that was outside of capitalism, because the ingredient I shit in capitalism is essential to being a respected artist within capitalism. The vernissage was all modern New York, the press and dozens of celebrities, looked at the papers, heaping the promotion of the winery and picho chau. Conceptual artist
My son is something else. I like what he does. Grab a line of thought, develops, imagine the likely consequences thereafter, creates objects that have to do with it, original things that work or things attractive graphics and funny, intelligent texts that although the concept seems to disperse come one hand unexpected. All it does is cute and well done.
One of his works is called the corner indicated. Awaits you in one place and takes you on a car for a spin-half hour scheduled everything perfectly, like a choreography, listening with headphones to a radio program that created and mounted. Along the way you explain things audio unknown places where you going, like a kind of urban knowledge, and besides there are beautiful texts, music sung and translated simultaneously by a wonderful voice, an interview with Mariano Blatt reading a beautiful poem, bizarre technological proposals, and finally you get off and you still have ringing in your head the opportunity to reproduce and expand the very thing that you have never before occurred.
I think that it is art and conceptual. But fuck as one of the Moma last year, it was a long, boring film ever Street in Manhattan that was intended to convey something like "Art is not only in art galleries. Everyone can make art without relying on galleries art of capitalism, "let me fuck, not art nor is conceptual. Go to laburar.
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