I know this guy is respected, fucking famous in fact, but if you were at the opening of his self-titled show at the Anton Kern Gallery on Monday I think you'd understand.
Before I go further, I have to hand it to the German, or maybe just the gallery, Tecate and Modelo were welcome changes from Rolling Rock and Yuegnling. But then again I had to ask someone where they were, not a good sign. Points up, points down.
The Bock-exchange continue on a fluctuating, but inevitably downward spiral over the 45 minutes I was at the show. Promised a "squid-powered metal sculpture," all I got was a video, which I admit was weird and good, but even in the video the squid didn't power anything. Lies. The two channel video in the next room was also pleasing, girls slapping the wall, shaving cream coming out of a paper-towel-roll-nose, I'm a fan. So lets see, +100 points for each video, -30,000 for the lack of squid.
The cloth sculptures on the wall were uninteresting. 'Nough said.
Bock was very artsy looking, paint all over his clothes, +20 and -20. His performance started at six o'clock, introduce as a "dance lecture." What followed I can only describe as uninspired. Some long-hair danced around like a fool while Cock, uh, Bock drew, painted, taped meat, and poked at clear plastic through which the dancer was taped and the video projected on a screen. Interesting idea, but it ended up looking like Johnny boy was desperate, just pretending to do art. I left before the performance ended.
Thank god no one I invited attended, I hate disappointing people I like.
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