Ok Keith, I’m getting the joke now!!! Lol - those swollen feet docs are all over social media this week, too. Church of the Subgenius doctor ads. LOL. They do look like soft sculpture! You are mad! I actually looked up to find a video by Oldenburg - He was easy to joke about! It was a relief that there were no rules for how to talk about a giant piece of cake made from rubber. LOL. Maybe this is also part of his great contribution. We laugh at ourselves and att can be funny! Oh my. A cure for Capitolscene dramas and we are laughing not so hard now in Amerikaye.
Swollen puffy ankles Molly > On Jul 19, 2022, at 5:06 PM, Keith Sanborn <mrz...@panix.com> wrote: > > > And don’t forget his stop frame live animation “Fat Feet.” > >>> On Jul 19, 2022, at 7:52 PM, Molly Hankwitz <mollyhankw...@gmail.com> wrote: >>> >> >> dear d.garcia, >> >> thank you for posting this manifesto/poem. i read that Oldenburg had died >> yesterday. another legend to say goodbye to. unfortunately, artists get >> recognized and then they get interpreted, frequently badly by curators, >> buyers, art historians and theorists who place them and put them. Often what >> is said has nothing to do with why or how the artist did what they did and >> then conceptually, everyone went against this problem and wanted to >> self-represent so as to be understood, or so that they would not be >> misunderstood and then were misunderstood years later when the "simplicity" >> of making material objects produced less dissonance. thank you for >> publishing his own words. >> >> his art can be seen as "bloated corporate pop art" - but, i'd like to credit >> him with having made art more accessible to people, and for bridging gaps in >> low-high thinking about art, and certainly as a welcome counter move to AbEX >> bravado, even with his exaggerated scale. >> >> today his iconic works can and should be critiqued for their benign, >> mid-century modernist appeal, maybe. nationalist? colonialist? banal? >> white-bred? maybe...democratic...i'd like to think more along these lines... >> pie, baseball, hamburgers - there is nothing edgy about these objects and >> by today's critical standards they may even appear to likeable to be art. >> not half the critical wit of Duane Hanson, but then, which one would you put >> in your yard? if you have a yard...he made many of the 'bloated' pieces in >> the early 1960s right about the time of this text you sent. i am going to >> give this to my students >> >> Oldenburg brought a non-intimidating abstraction to art - by appealing to >> ordinary things and people and at a monumental scale. He boosted the little >> guy or gal; the one who made the pie with meringue. They are ordinary and >> democratic. There is something to be said for that as lasting monumental >> mementos of what may now be a failing democracy. >> >> The baseball bat in Chicago is hollow. So tall. Rusting. Admirably iconic >> engineering achievement in this way, and yet, a kind of surreal Magritte's >> comb amidst smaller buildings and structures. Left behind by a giant player. >> >> You can say, why make an icon like that, but I think it is more a relic that >> no one else thought to make. It doesn't exactly celebrate baseball, more the >> form of the bat. the giant diaper pin at the deYoung is similarly. Not an >> orgiastic nod to diaper-changing, rather, it is about the peculiar form of >> abstraction that occurs when something is oversized and maybe it is a >> monument to the decades before Pampers! >> >> soft sculpture pieces are made from toxic awful materials probably, but i >> still like them. >> >> lastly, the Ray Gun Museum is brilliant, as is the Mouse Museum. These works >> were so evocative when I saw them in New York in about 1987. >> >> early installation of a slanted banal motel room is also brilliant. forgot >> title. >> >> RIP Claes Oldenburg - he left so much behind to grace the landscape. >> >> Benign can be a good thing >> >> molly >> >> >> >>> On Tue, Jul 19, 2022 at 6:14 AM <d.gar...@new-tactical-research.co.uk> >>> wrote: >>> Yesterday at a ripe old age of 93 Claes Oldenburg died. For those who >>> may know him only as a purveyor of bloated corporate pop art of his >>> later years may be surprised just how radical he was when he started out >>> and just how different he was from the pop-artists who bought >>> uncritically into consumerist ethos. His early ‘floppy’ sculptures ( >>> constructed largely by his wife who got little recognition) are raw and >>> challenging. His drawings are some of the most vivid of the era. But to >>> get a real flavour of his outlook you can do no better than his >>> manifesto “I Am For…” 1961. Sixty years later it still rings true. >>> >>> I Am For… (Statement, 1961) >>> I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something >>> other than sit on its ass in a museum. >>> I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given >>> the chance of having a starting point of zero. >>> I am for an art that embroils itself with the everyday crap and still >>> comes out on top. >>> I am for an art that imitates the human, that is comic, if necessary, or >>> violent, or whatever is necessary. >>> I am for all art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that >>> twists and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and >>> coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself. >>> I am for an artist who vanishes, turning up in a white cap painting >>> signs or hallways. >>> I am for art that comes out of a chimney like black hair and scatters in >>> the sky. >>> I am for art that spills out of an old man’s purse when he is bounced >>> off a passing fender. >>> I am for the art out of a doggie’s mouth, falling five stories from the >>> roof. >>> I am for the art that a kid licks, after peeling away the wrapper. >>> I am for an art that joggles like everyone’s knees, when the bus >>> traverses an excavation. >>> I am for art that is smoked like a cigarette, smells like a pair of >>> shoes. >>> I am for art that flaps like a flag, or helps blow noses like a >>> handkerchief. >>> I am for art that is put on and taken off like pants, which develops >>> holes like socks, which is eaten like a piece of pie, or abandoned with >>> great contempt like a piece of shit. >>> I am for art covered with bandages. I am for art that limps and rolls >>> and runs and jumps. >>> I am for art that comes in a can or washes up on the shore. >>> I am for art that coils and grunts like a wrestler. I am for art that >>> sheds hair. >>> I am for art you can sit on. I am for art you can pick your nose with or >>> stub your toes on. >>> I am for art from a pocket, from deep channels of the ear, from the edge >>> of a knife, from the corners of the mouth, stuck in the eye or worn on >>> the wrist. >>> I am for art under the skirts, and the art of pinching cockroaches. >>> I am for the art of conversation between the sidewalk and a blind man’s >>> metal stick. >>> I am for the art that grows in a pot, that comes down out of the skies >>> at night, like lightning, that hides in the clouds and growls. I am for >>> art that is flipped on and off with a switch. >>> I am for art that unfolds like a map, that you can squeeze, like your >>> sweetie’s arm, or kiss like a pet dog. Which expands and squeaks like an >>> accordion, which you can spill your dinner on like an old tablecloth. >>> I am for an art that you can hammer with, stitch with, sew with, paste >>> with, file with. >>> I am for an art that tells you the time of day, or where such and such a >>> street is. >>> I am for an art that helps old ladies across the street. >>> I am for the art of the washing machine. I am for the art of a >>> government check. I am for the art of last war’s raincoat. >>> I am for the art that comes up in fogs from sewer holes in winter. I am >>> for the art that splits when you step on a frozen puddle. I am for the >>> worm’s art inside the apple. 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