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From: 60G
Category: Art
Date: 29 January 2005
The elevator cabin at the openings in the bloomberg space in London is, everybody knows, one of the ugliest places in the world to rethink what the fuck-a-role are artists playing in society nowadays. When it was not the plain stock market numbers on the bloomberg channel, it was Bush, Bush! on the bloomberg channel talking global security. And flocks of artists and others leave the lift to see art, like in a safari, direcltly in touch with their usual context: rich stock brokers glass buildings with flat screens people passing by passing by passing by not noticing what but who owns how much how much that is why usualyy curators at bloomberg do try to make the work clash in many ways with the context, to clash the warmth, space for thinking with the in your face cold context. In this case, PBarlow's work functions as a celebration of a kind of freedom like media stockbrokers will never understand, and oh that red surface-ramp with layers of red red red industrial paint, dangerously inviting to jump climb and slide down down down works perfectly with the glass glass glass that should be broken in pieces and replaced carefully every day and night.
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