I like to make jokes about Donald Judd being a fascist with all of his hard lines, precision, limitations, display-making, and Marfa compound building. But really, with the glitzy ones in particular, like this, Untitled (1965), he's just one of us, an utter American, a lover of the design object, Las Vegas, office towers, nice cars, mirrors, commercials, mysteries, movies, jewels, Shaker furniture, Plymouth rock, and Westward-ho. This piece deserves a critic who has a lot to say about objecthood and thingness. Theoretically dim, I am not that critic, but I do love downright handsomeness, sheen, a sense of order (and glamour?) on a dismal Tuesday, in a fast-crumbling (isn't it always?) world. Thanks Don.
Oct 28, 2008
Sculpture for Tuesday
I like to make jokes about Donald Judd being a fascist with all of his hard lines, precision, limitations, display-making, and Marfa compound building. But really, with the glitzy ones in particular, like this, Untitled (1965), he's just one of us, an utter American, a lover of the design object, Las Vegas, office towers, nice cars, mirrors, commercials, mysteries, movies, jewels, Shaker furniture, Plymouth rock, and Westward-ho. This piece deserves a critic who has a lot to say about objecthood and thingness. Theoretically dim, I am not that critic, but I do love downright handsomeness, sheen, a sense of order (and glamour?) on a dismal Tuesday, in a fast-crumbling (isn't it always?) world. Thanks Don.
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