This weekend I've been in two art fairs: ARCO and a thing called ArtMadrid. The first is, as everyone knows, a fair of contemporary art and the second is, as almost anyone knows, an exhibition of painting and sculpture.
Neither has surprised me too: in ArtMadrid as usual and ARCO as usual, but more modern (notably more conservative than other years, I guess I blame the crisis). Even if all there in the vineyard of the Lord: interesting things , foreign , things that are cool , disappointments and something else ... (Mogollon noticed that here I forced to put the links, right?).
The most amazing, brilliant, was as follows: We took a coffee output Laura, Fran, Mary, Mark and server, commenting on a work which, presented as a criticism of the madness that has become the document for contemporary art, presents reproductions of your receipts you have collected for a year, on canvases subsequently sold by the amount the ticket mark.
None of us liked the work, but Fran said:
- Of all the scoundrels who have been there, that, at least, was the original . That and
The Broken on Saturday (the one above), the best weekend this cultural hypertrophy.
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