![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() For most of the latter part of the last century–with the egregious exception of the mid-1990s, when artists got all fascinated by the artist gazing out at them in the mirror–the influence of these two artists was unmistakable. Ladies and gentleman, tonight’s main event in the center ring is a battle for the WCAF (World Conceptual Art Federation) Heavyweight Championship! In this corner, dressed in fur-bedecked tights of various fractured colors, and standing in at about 476 pounds, it’s the Champion Chessplayer, the Marauding Mustache, the Death-Dealing Doyen of Dada–Marcel Duchamp! And in this corner, the challenger, dressed in grey felt loincloth and weighing in at just under 150 pounds, it’s the Golden-Faced Green Party Golden Boy, the Pummeling Planter of Trees, the Little Lord Fauntleroy of Lard - Joseph Beuys!īut seriously. Sometimes, when the reverie strikes me, I like to think of the recent history of art as a great grudge-match between two wrestling wunderkinder. ![]()
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