Senza titolo 1990. Lead steel iron and chalk.
In another time and another space Burlap sacks filled with coal held close, corseted at their waists, pinned to steel plates: A Tate modern aquisition. one of many works on a familiar theme each one a new gesture of similar
Here on the ground floor at Masons Yard is an embrace canvas wraps itself around brittle bricks of steel all held together by many threads on large metal plates. the essences of the Arte Povers movement. Wax steel wool
wood natural fibers innocence of gesture the complex and the mataphysical. Michelangelo Pistoletto stated: " I believe Arte Povera was the last true movement, since then Artists have been individuals". As a group of individuals with a common doctrine they
thrive they endure.
These works are elemental, as with "Sensa titolo 1996 Steel, lead, rags" The fabric is folded into taught fists pinched between two hefty steel girders holding within the metal the fabric that clothes and binds us.
place three oil lamps burn on a loop of luminiferous ether, old style Alchemy, and there's the thing with fire it flickers, bursts forth and blooms wiithin its' own muted fractal province here against the cold steel a costancy.
It is hard not think
of Beuys when confronted by work in this the chosen media of Arte Povera, Beuys himself a relative of the movement. Now the metal and the fat and the lineage in the open burlap sack. The shelved pale ochre battery drying giving off what?
The simillar fumes the ghost stench intimate rancid on the air all around us.
All in all is All in all:
I Love kounellis' work, love what it does for me, the all it changes, in another place.
Downstairs, the walls are posted with
spartan philosophies, black stencilish numerology letters and symbols cover the canvases. There are many and their name is one. I cannot fathom the most of thiis crude syntax or what stops the letters and numbers from falling and litter as leaves the
gallery floor. The sticky ground on raw canvas holds this catastrophy in abayance.
Nothing, nothing stops them from falling to the cold concrete floor; The downstairs gallery is littered with these conundrums so. al in a cold grey space.