OK folks, it is slushy and cold here in NYC but i managed to take my-lazy-self to the much anticipated Armory show that took place not far from my apartment this year. I have to say that i was profoundly disappointed... i know that the show was only a slice of what's actually out there in the worldwide art bubble, but it made me sad to see that provocative-bad-taste and absolute idleness are what galleries go for these days. Looking at myself in a gigantic mirror that happens to be a city garbage truck is not moving me, making me curious, intrigued or wonder, it just makes me depressed!
So i decided to dedicate this post to an artist that is at the opposite of what makes the sex-and-money-obsessed art world of nowadays.
His work lives within the ephemera of a minute, and dies right where it was created, if it ever dies. His devotion to respect the elements is to me the most admirable aspect of his creation process. He is the Buddha of Art!
His name is Andy Goldworthy and here is a pretty good resume of what the man is all about.
