Rudolf Stingel at the Whitney

NY Times review of a show at the Whitney of German artist Rudolf Stingel that sounds really great:

Mr. Stingel is also heir to the uses of chance and silence, or in his case emptiness, encouraged by the composer John Cage. This is perhaps clearest in an expanse of cream-colored wall-to-wall carpet that spent six months on the floor of Mr. Stingel’s studio accumulating footprints and splatters, flecks and stains of black paint. Covering an immense wall at the Whitney, it initially resembles a huge swath of ancient parchment. When you recognize it as carpet, the thick familiar texture and the random, delicacy of the marks can create an unusual spatial push-pull. Focus on the marks, and they float in a creamy space. Focus on the carpet, and you may feel that you are doing the floating, looking down on it from above.

…The implication is that artists in particular should do as little as possible. The sign of a successful artwork is its ability to derive the greatest effect from the least means. Another lesson to be extracted from this elegant show is the oxymoronic nature of the notion of “empty beauty” that has been bruited about extensively in the last decade. This show suggests that if art is empty, it is not beautiful and vice versa. If something is beautiful in any sustained way, it contains, at the least, an idea about beauty and usually much more. It is the result of something being worked on and worked out. Beauty is the state of operating at stunning efficiency, a triumph that can’t be empty. Mr. Stingel’s work makes this perfectly clear.

“Rudolf Stingel” is at the Whitney Museum of American Art through Oct. 14, 2007.

Nuts for nut signs

The window display at Morrow’s Nut House near Union Square, San Francisco, complete with nut signs.

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Bus ride to the dentist

Blogging while standing on a crowded bus.

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Seething Bay

Sneath Seething Bay, rapping in foglines, clutching its pieces before the shallow tempest.

Emerald breakfast. Tripping on tripe, and sniping at the memory, long in the tooth, of car salesmen in gabardine reciting the company code as gospel on their way to another after-work alcohol tasting ceremony.

The view from my office window

Looking out my Igor office window across Maiden Lane in downtown San Francisco at the end of a long day.

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