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• The Coating by Stephen Sarrazin

  Bad Romance
  Solo Show Pascal Lièvre
  Galerie Vanessa Quang, Paris
  4 septembre-30 octobre 2010

• 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.

• Cykel / Bicycle

  BY LINA PERSSON

  The world shrunk and I could visit my friend in Vänge whenever I wanted to. Places interconnect in new ways. There was a straight path through the forest between Halla and Viklau which was a kilometer shorter than the long route by car. With my bicycle I can easily stop, take a side route and see where the grown-over path leads. Daily commuting is repeated with variations.

• A Lapdog, NOT!

  KJARTAN SLETTEMARK BY ANNIKA ERIKSSON In 1976, the Norwegian/Swedish artist Kjartan Slettemark dressed up in a white poodle costume and walked around the opening of Malmö Konsthall. Upon the arrival of the museum director, he went to attack, biting and growling but also wagging his tail and trying to please. As a pet that not […]

• 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

• Plasma

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• The hypermediate strategy of Sayuri Michima

  The story of Parrhasius and Zeuxis written by Pliny the Elder in the first century AD expresses the most universal attitude towards art among the ancient Greeks and Romans. It’s about a painter called Zeuxis and his contemporary Parrhasius, who stage a contest to determine the greater artist. When Zeuxis unveils his painting of grapes, they appear so real birds fly down to peck at them. But when Zeuxis asks Parrhasius to pull aside the curtain from his painting, the curtain itself turns out to be a painted illusion. Parrhasius wins, and Zeuxis admits that although he has deceived the birds, Parrhasius has deceived him.

• Mladen Stilinovic, An artist who cannot speak English is no artist, 1992

  Not only does the banner claim that “an artist who cannot speak is no artist”, thereby pointing at the linguistic paradigm of contemporary discourse of discourse critique – a discursive tendency which tends to promote ’interesting’, discussion-based art work (or – God forbid – conversation pieces), it also claims that the artist should speak a certain language.

• Spam chronique for tsnoK, ”pill”

  BY NATHALIE FOUGERAS, June 2010 So, we built for you and your loved ones. We built a service for video and written messages. We built you a place where you can leave instructions on how to deactivate your social life. If you died tomorrow. Open a account today, because you care about your loved ones, […]

• Throuwe by Sebastian Rozenberg

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