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• Lullaby

  Annika von Hausswolff writes about an image by Ola Åstrand

  A reclined woman, her posture slightly askew. The image is cropped just below one breast. The other breast is not showing, assumingly resting intact just outside the frame. Actually, the perceptible breast is not there either. Not if you consider the place it ought to be in relation to the given anatomy of the body. The breast is hovering elsewhere. If you let your eyes glide along the outline of the body, it can be found to the right of the head. The nipple seems erected and points to the left. The breast looks like a spaceship about to be engulfed by a black hole.

• A short statement on the predicament of experimental art

  By: Olav Westphalen

  The sophistication it takes to spot the difference between the real thing and the postcard version is rare among contemporary audiences. But a lack of attention needn’t be bad. Some things develop better in the shade.

• Throuwe by Sebastian Rozenberg

  “I admit to being a bit thrown when I saw you yesterday”

• Plasma

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• Spam chronique for tsnok “sticky eye”

  My name is Vera

  How are you today?

• Hypocrite lecteur, mon semblable, mon frère!

  OK, stuff Foucault. We’re talking about Savannah Bob. In this case, the texts have been written in a situation where it was not possible to write without hiding behind a pseudonym. Anonymity is something else.

• Why didn’t Piero Manzoni use my sewing machine?

  Piero Manzoni was born on July 13th 1933 and died on February 6th 1963, therefore in 2013 will be the 50th anniversary of his death and the 80th of his birth.

  This is a transcription of Piero Manzoni’s Infinite Line with Sewing Machine, a Performance by Elena Berriolo

• tsnoK says: Her collaboration with capital is a system error (posted 5 March 2012)

  The exhibition, Abstract Possible: The Stockholm Synergies at Tensta Konsthall and Bukowskis exposes a problem that both Swedish and international art criticism has had for quite a long time. Political exhibitions that don’t just represent opinions or document political situations, that work within the political – as, for example, Santiago Sierra does, or Maria Lind […]

• Bacon and the collapse of the borderline between the joke and the sublime

  by Staffan Boije Af Gennäs

  Prague, 1990. It is the summer after the Berlin wall came down. I’m having breakfast at Hotel Jalta – a communist style luxurious establishment. Eggs, bacon, jam and toast. I’m sitting on the terrace facing Václavské námesti, the city’s main parade

• “the ‘means’ [le moyen] is also a means to achieve something other than its own end.” Ranciere, 2012

  http://vimeo.com/56662654…