Artist’s Shit

очередная позорная статья в New Yorker. похоже, ремники и гопники совсем исписались. эту изготовил один Пол Блюм, тоже гопник, вероятно. What We Know About Art and the Mind my ass.

можно было бы про нее совсем не писать, но в начале отрывок, который стоит засушить на память:

In 1961, Piero Manzoni created his most famous art work—ninety small, sealed tins, titled “Artist’s Shit.” Its creation was said to be prompted by Manzoni’s father, who owned a canning factory, telling his son, “Your work is shit.” Manzoni intended “Artist’s Shit” in part as a commentary on consumerism and the obsession we have with artists. As Manzoni put it, “If collectors really want something intimate, really personal to the artist, there’s the artist’s own shit.”

Manzoni originally priced the tins according to their equivalent weight in gold, but they were purchased by the Tate Gallery and other collectors for much more, and, in 2016, one of the tins was bought in Milan for two hundred and seventy-five thousand euros. Plainly, then, some like this work; they believe that it’s of value. Others see it as ridiculous. In “The Art Instinct,” the philosopher Denis Dutton takes considerable pleasure in telling the story of how Manzoni failed to properly autoclave the tins, and many of them, years later, in private collections and museums, exploded.

все это старо и скучно, кроме разве нынешних цен на говно и удовольствия от искусства, полученного философом.

саму статью следовало бы охарактеризовать как vacuous, если бы она не заслуживала характеристики fatuous. одно, впрочем, другому не мешает, надеюсь.

дорогая редакция школьной стенгазеты.