Frame the rubble

I grew up with the memories of others. Memories of war and destruction. I lived in the midst of spiritual ruins. And European art wallowed in this rubble, with the stench of decay. This art of yesterday is an octopus. This monster kills everything present in art. Many schools still teach the reproduction of decline. We must rid ourselves of these monsters, these Beuys whose world consisted of scrap. We need to create a new aesthetic of their shit and give it a form. Pour the scrap into a mould and put in a frame. This is the beginning. (BK)

"Frame the shit"

“Frame the shit” (5 pieces of rubble by Joseph Beuys assembled and framed by Beat Kuert 2014) © Beat Kuert

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