This past weekend I came upon Sculpture Magazine, new to me. Inside the May issue is an interview with Cai Guo-Qiang, whose work strikes me as fantastically disturbing, attractive, thoughtful, and magical.
No, it’s not all flying tigers shot through with arrows, like this:
… His other work, describing …consumption?, interchange? — it’s as disturbing.
Here’s a photo from Dream
…which features blood-ghost appliances and cars and missiles and all the junk we make and sell.
And here’s one from Art Shopping Network,
which makes you wonder what’s being netshopped.
There’s an exhibition of his work at MassMoCA (till October 2005). If I still lived in Boston, a day trip to North Adams would be on my agenda for sure…
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Jesus I hope he didn’t use a real tiger, it’s disturbing enough as it is.
I guess half naked guys get to sell art, while half naked girls only get to sell cars’n’stuff!
No, those definitely aren’t formerly real tigers! But they’re disturbingly “real” looking. The magazine says the installation is made of “papier mach
Wouldn’t the point be stronger if the tiger hides were real? Confiscated from poachers? Or what if the artist had gone out & shot a real tiger & strung the bloody corpse up in a gallery for us to gawk at? I mean, if you want authentic art . . .
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