Flash Art January-February 1998 (pg. 55)

 

Flash Art or Flesh Art?

 

Dear Editor,

 

The new Millennium looms.  Art has been pronounced dead.  As with any Apocalypse, there are many false demagogues promised.  After the End of Art, which is the true One?

Alexander Brener would have had use believe in Him: for it was Brener who took to task the Art Temple (Stedelijk) and its moneychangers by spray-painting the dollar sign over Malevich’s Cross.  Is He then art’s long awaited Messiah, or, merely its anti-Christ of the month?

Now, Giancarlo Politi would have us believe in Him: that if Brener began as the precious flesh and blood of this story, Politi has become its voice.  No longer observer of art, by carrying his epistle/letters-to-the-editor deep within Flash Art (p.71), Politi has become the focus of observation itself, transcending the original spectacle with his own.

Separate but One now, Flash Art has become Body, and Politi the Word.  And their common litany to those who would subscribe to either: I am flesh, so eat me.  My response to both: bite me!

 

César Marzetti, Chief Curator

Museum of Contemporary Art

Detroit (USA)

 

 

Thank You, But I Am Vegetarian

 

Dear César Marzetti,

 

Yours is a colorful literary intervention, but unfortunately I’m vegetarian.