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• A Happy Picture in a Sad Frame

  Olav Westphalen
   

• Spam chronique for tsnok “sticky eye”

  My name is Vera

  How are you today?

• Spam chronique for tsnok “Calories”

  No Pumps, No Surgery, No Exercises: 128 bit order processing.

• Throuwe by Sebastian Rozenberg

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

• 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.

• 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

• SHAMAN FREUD: PASCAL LIEVRE’S TOTEM UND TABU

  In his 2010 ‘Bad Romance’ exhibition, Pascal Lievre began using glitter on his paintings.

• The Archive Gallery presents Laura Kikauka

  Honolulu Honky Tonk.

• Portrait of Karl Marx as a young god

  Lars-Erik Hjertström Lappalainen on a work by Gernot Wieland

  Gernot Wieland’s video Portait of Karl Marx as a young god was on display for the first time at the abc Berlin art fair last fall (2009). After having watched this hardly one minute long work, consisting of filmed drawings and a voice over, I met Wieland for a chat. It evolved into an interview. Below you find exactly what Wieland said, but also how I, having seen his work, understood him. I put it all on his account, though: he is the only one speaking, and sometimes it is just me showing my skills as a ventriloquist.

• Plasma

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