Friday, June 18, 2010

Why Does Alabama Have #12 In The Helmet

Pop-Porno

I decide to talk about an art exhibition. I decide that Pig - Island, the first major exhibition in Italy by American artist Paul McCarthy , reminds me of the scene of Rodrigo Garcia . Maybe it's just because of ketchup.
decide that now is a good day to go Brera to breathe a little 'art. I decide it's sunny and the air is brisk . Maybe it's just that I no longer want to study.

Arrival at the Palazzo Citterio and the enormous big face of a Bush silicone pink pig greets me as I leave he enjoys sodomizing a pig. I look a bit ', turn around at work. I decide that I
like.
Then something distracts me. There, in the corner, almost as if you were just lying to take a nap, or maybe because you do not hear very well, or perhaps because it is a bit 'dead body here McCarthy. A poor camp, and this big man with the body of the stomach by drinking beer and flannel shirt that is very American. The member to view. Maybe it died because it anymore to pay so much pornography in the world. He who from the pop-pornography drew inspiration for his art provocative. But it is only a puppet. McCarthy is still alive and kicking.

I move between the rooms a bit 'confused by screams coming from the video projected on the walls of the building. I realize that the strength of these videos are the sounds, images despite proposing a whole repertoire of fluids due staffing of grotesque faces, languages, boobs and beer. Those screams you drill the brain, almost as if by loosening registration to attach themselves to your brain, almost as if the image was the golden color and sound that is below the rust when you scratch a bit '. Meeting
a cube filled with ketchup and body of a woman sitting on a table. He wears a mask. All hardback. All manga. All fast.

Arrive in room Pig - Island. It 's a huge laboratory. The back room 's embalmer.
They tell me that I can not walk on the carpet. Why not? How do I see what's in the recesses of all that brothel? I feel like a voyeur. I am a voyeur. They are there to try to spy deep within the artist, in his private, between abortions and sculpture trinkets. I would like to enter that space, I would violate it. I want to play too. I feel that within that space is like when you do the little hut with open umbrellas. E 'heat, until adulthood.

before exiting to wait for me there is a giant inflatable bottle of ketchup .
I'm out.
decide that the reality is stronger than provocation of McCarthy.
His parody of the company is less strong than it is pornography of the company.
It 's true, the symbols and icons within which reflects the world today are false and mean, but I think it is now a fact. The complaint is not enough, the action is.
But perhaps the complaint has already action.
question mark.

Pig Island - The Island of Pigs
of Paul McCarthy Fondazione Nicola Trussardi
Palazzo Citterio Via Brera , 14 - Milan
From May 20 to July 4
Free Entry

http://www.fondazionenicolatrussardi.com/exhibitions / Pig_Island.html

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