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C L E A R I N G Brookyln

Exhibition Detail
UNIQUE NEWARK
505 Johnson Ave.
Brooklyn, NY 11237


November 22nd, 2013 - February 2nd
 
Hard Day, Sebastian BlackSebastian Black, Hard Day,
2013 , Oil on Canvas , 36 x 27 in
© Courtesy of the artist & CLEARING New York, Brussels
Period Piece (partition) 1, Sebastian BlackSebastian Black, Period Piece (partition) 1,
2013, Spray paint on aluminium , 6’ x 10’
© Courtesy of the artist & CLEARING New York, Brussels
Impersonating The Inert  , Sebastian Black, India DonaldsonSebastian Black, India Donaldson,
Impersonating The Inert ,
2013, Felt on mannequin
© Courtesy of the artists & CLEARING New York, Brussels
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Part one
A few weeks ago I was invited to dinner at the house of a prominent collector.
Her collection appeared to consist primarily of immaterial works: time based
things, happenings, performances... Essentially she owned a table covered with
slips of paper that said things like “So and so leaned a stick against a wall in
Basel,1973.” It was a pretty great collection in its paradoxical impermanence, and
insofar as a window left ajar might blow it all away.
After dinner I stepped into her backyard to have a smoke. Before me stood a
prelapsarian lemon grove filled with mystical talismans and stone figurines whose
features were swollen and pungent. It was a kind of fruit punch whose overripe
ingredients swam in a bowl of their own long forgotten functions. Awed, or at
least massaged, I dropped my lighter, and as I bent down to retrieve it I knocked
over what I guess was some sort of fertility deity.
I considered it as it lay there, sideways on the soft grass, and watched as the
language adjusted itself to suit its object’s new orientation more snuggly. A curve
slipped into the present participle, a chubby roll gerund-ified. Everything became
very peaceful and kitschy, like a minor dutch landscape painting. Very cool, cool,
cool to see firsthand how the singular can be nudged into the multiple.


Part two
I stood and appreciated – the necessary accomplice of any good “becomingpicturesque.”
I felt vaguely like writing a letter about it or something, but instead
flicked my cigarette and took the little lady in my hands. In the distance I could
see the house. The amber light made the guests look like mosquitos, fossilized
while sharing a last meal.
Out in the garden the statue and I were very still as well. In her restored verticality
she once again slipped into the past tense, and I could hear the thuds of verb
endings -ed -ed -ed as time stomped off towards its ancestral cave.
Then I was alone, except for this comely husk, and my thoughts, which
meandered in a pretty chill fashion. I thought about how in any relevant exhibition
people often say they prefer the little drawings, and about how, for better or for
worse, some artists have appropriated this cliché as their modus operandi. Then I
remembered that after a recent party an artist had filmed my studio floor as I
swept up tidy little piles of confetti and cigarette ash and about how value moves
just as smoothly. This reminded me of the art and philosophy books that J. Crew
uses as pedestals to display boat shoes, or whatever; but also of this gesture’s
dowdy complement, those “galleries” that show paintings on fancy easels pointed
to face out of their storefront windows.
“Jeez, there are so many objects in the world with either bad or thwarted
intentions,” I thought, looking down at the exhausted little figurine in my hands. At
which point my hostess stepped into the garden and gasped. It was very possible
that I had also overstayed my welcome.


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