Ladies and Gentlemen, Artists and Arteests, there is a first time for everything, and today I’ve had a first. In preparing this article on Rudolf Stingel’s aptly titled, “Untitled,” I found myself at a loss for words. In my seven, nigh on eight, years as a liberal-arts undergraduate student, and thirteen months in my local community college’s “Master’s” program, I have never seen anything quite like this. My sources tell me Stingel’s work is largely abstract, but I don’t find his work annoying at all… Evocative of a throw-pillow, rather. Or, perhaps an appropriate reference considering our topic of artistic excellence, the sentient ecto-plasm from Ghostbusters 2…
As I mentioned, Stingel’s work had a singular effect on me. I have never seen any artist, living or dead, destroy the preconceived notions of art with such bold timidity. His work reminds this critic of the movie Ghostbusters 2 in that regard, as well. There is a tete-a-tete between Winston, Ray, and Bill Venkman which I feel nicely sums up the status-quo of the art world: Ray says: “It looks like a giant Jell-O mold…” and Winston follows with, “I hate Jell-O.” The great Bill Venkman concludes, “Oh, come on. There’s always room for Jell-O.”
If that is so, then in short this is what you, Rudolf Stingel, have done to the elitist and bourgeoisie:
Three cheers, sir.
Pablo V. III
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