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Some friends and I attended an exhibit in Wynwood during Art Basel called "The Slammer", a spin-off of a party at Miami nightclub "The Electric Pickle". During the event, I twisted an empty water bottle with the intent of recycling it. But before doing so, I placed it on top of a vintage TV on display (with consent of gallery owners, who were friends of ours). I wondered whether passerby's would notice it there, or think it was a part of the exhibition.
Growing up in New York, I was immersed in the city's art scene — a culture notorious for being very high concept, esoteric, even a bit absurd. I was always amused by how deeply and extensively we would delve into the conceptual meaning of something as random as a parcel of garbage placed in the middle of a gallery.
Some friends and I attended an exhibit in Wynwood during Art Basel called "The Slammer", a spin-off of a party at Miami nightclub "The Electric Pickle". During the event, I twisted an empty water bottle with the intent of recycling it. But before doing so, I placed it on top of a vintage TV on display (with consent of gallery owners, who were friends of ours). I wondered whether passerby's would notice it there, or think it was a part of the exhibition.
A photographer was taking mug-shots of everybody (hence, the name "Slammer"), so I figured I may as well do something funny with them. I had the idea to create a fictitious news story about these "guerrilla artists" who were arrested for stealing what turned out to be their own work of art, of which was also not meant to be part of the gallery's collection.
Growing up in New York, I was immersed in the city's art scene — a culture notorious for being very high concept, esoteric, even a bit absurd. I was always amused by how deeply and extensively we would delve into the conceptual meaning of something as random as a parcel of garbage placed in the middle of a gallery.
PS: The water bottle did eventually make it to the recycling bin, where "detectives would later recover it." I did however receive a phone call from a concerned mother, making sure I was not in fact arrested or detained in a Miami jail.
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