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A Brief History of John Baldessari
The epic life of a world-class artist, jammed into six minutes.
Narrated by Tom Waits.
Seven Days in the Art World
by Sarah Thornton
‘An astute and often entertaining ethnography of this status-driven world … Thornton offers an elegant, evocative, sardonic view into some of the art world’s most prestigious institutions.’ Publishers Weekly (starred review)
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Contemporary art has become a mass entertainment, a luxury good, a job description and, for some, a kind of alternative religion. Sarah Thornton’s shrewd and entertaining fly-on-the-wall narrative takes us behind the scenes of the art world, from art school to auction house, showing us how it works, and giving us a vivid sense of being there through a series of beautifully paced narratives.
Not Sure If Art
A second limited edition (of 50) screen print I did for the “Memes” show featuring over 100 artists at Gallery 1988, Melrose. Show opens tomorrow, Friday 4th 7-10PM and all of the work will appear on the website on Saturday. Best times.
Sukita - David Bowie
Bela Lugosi in stills for ‘Dracula’ (1931)
Long pause. He suddenly bends over machine, switches off, wrenches off tape, throws it away, puts on the other, winds it foreward to the passage he wants, switches on, listens staring front.
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—gooseberries, she said. I said again I thought it was hopeless and no good going on, and she agreed, without opening her eyes. (Pause.) I asked her to look at me and after a few moments—(pause)—after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare. I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low.) Let me in. (Pause.) We drifted in among the flags and stuck. The way they went down, sighing, before the stem! (Pause.) I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.
Pause. Krapp’s lips move. No sound.
Past midnight. Never knew such silence. The earth might be uninhabited.
Pause.
Here I end this reel. Box—(pause)—three, spool—(pause)—five. (Pause. Perhaps my best years are gone. When there was a chance of happiness. But I wouldn’t want them back. Not with the fire in me now. No, I wouldn’t want them back.
Krapp motionless staring before him. The tape runs on in silence.
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