Suppose some day it should turn out that 'mere' thought was in itself a recommendable object of production, and that all Material production was only a step towards this more precious immaterial one?" John Ruskin in 1860
I understood that the only sculpture that interested me was our own species, which is both entropic and degradable. My practice is essentially suicidal; it deals with immateriality from the trenches of a paradox: to be supposedly producing “sculptures.”
I am driven by these speculations about the “art” that might emerge at the point where art ends, after which it could be approached only by nonhuman or more-than-human awareness
On my visit to Cooper Hewitt last week I noticed a new African cupboard used to place ceremonial things in the past. It smelled of sandalwood. This small transported me immediately to its inhabitant. And here it was in a museum space sterilized and ready re-represent.
“It matters what matters we use to think other matters with; it matters what stories we tell to tell other stories with.
It matters what stories make worlds. What worlds make stories.”
-Donna Haraway