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Rating:
"Cast No Shadows"
Painting is not within everyone's reach, it cannot be explained, it is the daughter born with a phallic birthmark on her right hand.
Once it acted as background music, it bound things-images to its own mysterious ability to take them and hold them on an anonymous canvas.
With Oldenburg every trace of painting disappears, only things-images remain, in a space that steals our melancholic existence.
PsychoPhysicalImage: The void of our existence.
Oldenburg identifies the void with the most common consumer genre, food, like the food of our mass culture. If for Jhones the American flag was the characteristic sign of the community, for Claes the industrialized and standardized American food is the indelible sign of advertising that comes before the need as an infinite fuel.
These humble values extolled in his installation works represent the banquets painted by seventeenth-century artists, yet the banquet we are involved in is the banquet of nausea. I recommend the contemplation of the photos to all those who love oddities like giant bicycle wheels in the street, an apple eaten near the market, a gigantic saw embedded in the lawn dividing two suburban roads.
Image: Kebab melted by gastric juices and spilled at the entrance of the restaurant.
The represented foods are reverse personifications, de-personifications, as if to say that in this autophagous society people are consumer goods, like edibles. The satirical intent is not explicit. The step is that of parody, which it perhaps does not reach, the focus is on things destined to be consumed without us noticing.
An instant of disgust, the congestion of rot in the private circle of consumerism, the lust of the dominant class.
A deliberate banality, empty and cold, disconcerting.
Image: Puppets and ghosts.
The work does not excite, it makes the debaserian characters aware with sensitive intellect, the critique of the American way of life, it is the critique of the ambitions of the parliamentary class and its ambition for bipolarism and its need for bombardment of useless information, when the truth resides inside our skull box.
WE HAVE NO FUTURE, but young people stay at home, caught up in their small illusory artificial paradises, reality no longer interests us, and technology has become an extension of our flaccid or atrophied limbs.
"But the stone that the builder refuse should be the cornerstone e no matter what games they play cause we've got something they can't never take away, we've got something they can never take away" Roberto Nesta Marley
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