An Addendum to an Urgent Communique to All New Yorkers
If you consider Take your time: Olafur Eliasson to be the epitome of "good trip" art - gently messing with your sensory perceptions of the environment, your body, other people's bodies, time, space, etc., (which you should) then there's another exhibit at PS1 - right downstairs from that lovely, calming rotating magic mylar mirror - that is the epitome of "bad trip" art. Markus Cooper's Kursk (2004) is an installation/sculpture (really, i don't know what to call these things) based on the doomed Russian submarine of that name. Basically, it's a dark room with a group of rubber diving suits hanging from a scaffolding, periodically switching on their helmet-flashlights and banging wrenches against the hull of the ship. It is claustrophobic, noisy, immersive and inhuman and, you know, not at all gentle. Total nightmare-ville and highly recommended - BEFORE you see the Eliasson. (which you are going to do, right now). It's part of the Arctic Hysteria: New Art from Finland overview that's on til September, so you can actually leave this one for another day - I didn't get to see the rest of the Finnish art, which apparently includes a motorized taxidermied bunny, so I'll need to go back.
who would think that rubber suits and rattling chains could be so damnably unsex?
who would think that rubber suits and rattling chains could be so damnably unsex?