In recent times, the word “art” has become almost synonymous with money — in the most base and unimaginative way. It’s fine; an era has its method(s).
Recently we wrote that art is a kind of useful/important interruption. We likened it to sleep — in that sleep welcomely interrupts endless consciousness; and similarly, art welcomely interrupts endless understandings or presumptions.
When making our way through the beautifully restrained art and site of artist Christopher van Ginhoven Rey another meaning for art arose — in addition to being an interruption, art is also an enigmatic/ambiguous (poetic) record. Something like memory but external. And since the memory is outside the head, to be seen by others, it has interpersonal possibilities — maybe more like an ungovernable distributed memory.
Recently we wrote that art is a kind of useful/important interruption. We likened it to sleep — in that sleep welcomely interrupts endless consciousness; and similarly, art welcomely interrupts endless understandings or presumptions.
When making our way through the beautifully restrained art and site of artist Christopher van Ginhoven Rey another meaning for art arose — in addition to being an interruption, art is also an enigmatic/ambiguous (poetic) record. Something like memory but external. And since the memory is outside the head, to be seen by others, it has interpersonal possibilities — maybe more like an ungovernable distributed memory.