Journal (01.07.2015): Zero at Guggenheim / Cooper Hewitt Museum / Masterpieces from the Scottish National Gallery at the Frick / Dardennes’ Two Days, One Night /
a good answer to a bad question (the ontology of painting) / insistence on the Renascence rectangle / standout: Otto Pienne’s Venus was made of two inflatable balls, about the height of a person, the black one inside the transparent one. They inflated and deflated at opposite times and sometimes together. Like breathing, like an animal. Beautiful. / Günter Uecker had two standouts: the Irked Sand Mill, which drew and erased itself in the sand, and the Dancer (an answer to the Vagina Dentata?)
the most Kantian Sublime image of the day: NASA high definition live images of the sun (and a tiny spec to represent the size of earth). Constant explosions in a sea of fire. Terrifying, marvelous.
Marisol at El Museo:
kitsch, interesting, alive.
I love Watteau: the melancholy of Proust, of The Rules of the Game, of a society that is the light of dead stars / what an amazing Botticelli! One of my favorites of his. Seeing it in person changes it. An amazing still life on the foreground: at left a bush of blue flowers on a background that is pink and green. A supremely poetical color arrangement. Made me think of Volpi. / The Velasquez is a witch’s scene disguised as an everyday moment. Very mysterious. The egg is the the same than Clarice Lispector contemplated. /
Two Days, One Night:
exemplary case of Marxist capitalist alienation. What makes one a person are interpersonal relationships.
This was a very good Wednesday.