"Great taste" is often conflated with "inflexibly opinionated".
You can have a silence full of words. A lute retains, in its bowl, the notes it has played. The viol, in its strings, holds a concord. A shriveled petal can hold its scent, a prayer can rattle with curses; an empty house, when the owners have gone out, can still be loud with ghosts.
Machine Wall Drawing (Four Months)
November 16, 2013 to March 30, 2014
Is it art if the work is being produced in front of you? Is it art if the artist is absent? Is it art if a gadget holds the pen and is guided by two pulleys whose movements are dictated by pre-written code?
Tristan Perich says yes, and he is right.
The secret life of a French buttress.
Perspective des contreforts et commencement des rues perdues de N.D. de Rheims, Champagne, 1857, Adrien Dauzats, Charles Nodier. Getty Research Institute.
This immediately hits me like a made-for-TV miniseries.
"The Secret Life of a Parapet"
"The Secret Life of a Rain Barrel"
"The Secret Life of a Train Bridge Trestle"
What “secret life” prospects make you tingle?
It’s buzzed, and I am Friday.