on accidental installation #6 - industrialism

 the two pieces on the left are random as art but adhere to process. in both cases the labour involved had clear objectives for the end of the day - to secure the site, make it safe, and prepare it for ongoing work. the materials used are site and task specific. there is a practicality here, and even though the installers were not thinking aesthetically, there is a regard for space, which is thinking of aesthetics anyway i guess. ultimately, they had other people in mind.





the tones work beautifully, and both look like they could be in a 'gallery'. i'd feel pretty happy if they were. there is a fine balance of object and texture, placement and light. its raw and untamed by knowledge, unfettered by art idioms and theory, and it works.
by photographing them and putting them here, do they become ART? were they already?

Anthony Caro - below right - takes reference from industrial design and deconstructs it. i think it lacks the freedom and innocence that makes the accidental pieces likeable. its cold and detached - almost the opposite to the non-artists work, whose semi-permanence lends itself to life and transitory place.

even when industrial work has a permanent place - as in the device above, there is a warmth and playfulness in its absolute utility. it is uncompromising because it has a specific purpose and aesthetically must be spot on. and it shows. look at it, its great.

on accidental installation #5 - portraiture?

the fumadore has dropped the packet on the footpath and judging by the condition and discolouration of it, appears to have been there for some time, its installed. its disgusting and thats why it works. people will notice it and avoid it, step around it, maybe even smell it. it will take someone with rubber gloves to remove it. or maybe a rainstorm will wash it away.

the stained contents are reminiscent of a smokers lung, and the brown protruding filters are not unlike a bad set of top row teeth. in that sense the piece is self-referential, maybe even a portrait.

'my life as an ashtray' would be a good title.