Tom Sachs is exactly the kind of artist I’d expect to shrug my shoulders at, and perhaps mumble a “ho-hum” to anyone who brought him up. His work has in large part embraced the irony so common in contemporary art, much of it incorporating brand logos (the Chanel Guillotine or the Prada Deathcamp for example) and winking reproductions of the banal. the Sperone Westwater site says: “Tom Sachs takes his inspiration from the collective American imagination, borrowing his subjects from among the status symbols of mass culture: weapons, fast food, hip hop, surfing, and skateboarding, and he mixes them with the symbols of American wealth that sees in luxury, conformism, and designer labels a reinforcement of their elite social status.” Exactly the kind of thing which I’d expect to bore my pants off.
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The whale is beautiful. I’d love to stand in the same space as this. It’s almost classical in its faithful representation of form. Maybe that’s why I like it so much. Not so “modern-art”. A facsimile of something real and awesome. That’s enough.
Fazzinating xhibit! I gotta own the hell out of the Island! It has a whiskey bar!!! Just like the real thing!!!???
Kninety Knine Knigger Knockers don’t belong in friggin’ Italy. Look for it in The Gorge Dubya Bush Predisential Booze-eum. Sadly, the Island and the Delinquent Chamber will appear there as well.
As for that whale, wouldn’t a whale-shaped dirigible be the most awsomest thing!?!?!??!?????
And why am I writing like a mow-ron all of a sudden? Because Fuck You, Grammar! This sentence, whatever its temporary artistic utility, will self-destruct in ten se9&^NBo867n