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A slender, sixteen foot long mirror spanned the floor of an exhibition studio with an uninterrupted line of cocaine running down its center. Critics and visitors alike slowly realized what the powder was and some partook, getting on all fours or lying nearly prone on the floor to do so. A sort of joke on the fiendishness of the art market that invited viewers to satiate baser wants at the cost of prostrating one’s self in front of others.
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one of my favorite bits is being like have you seen pharrell’s miami condo? and the other person is always like no mckinzie why would I have seen that. and then I get to be the person to show them and they always say omg why is it so horrible and I say art is not meant to be passed between the hands of the wealthy as investment opportunities. we are destroying ourselves. anyway peep the stewie and brian kaws portraits in very prominent placement over the stairs. there are so many kaws statues actually. a marker of terrible, terrible taste. and that’s without pointing to the murakami ball statue in the corner. jesus christ man. art dealer laughed his way to the bank, I am sure.
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The installation first debuted in 1966 at the 33rd Venice Biennale—an unofficial and rather controversial showcase, as Kusama installed 1,500 reflective spheres on the grass without permission. She sold each sphere for 1,200 Lira (around 2 USD at the time) while dressed in a sash that read: 'Your Narcissism for Sale.' This bold exhibition invited viewers to confront their own reflections and question the role of narcissism in the commercialization of art.
I took these photos at the Crystal Bridges museum where the spheres were scattered across a reflective pond, referencing the Greek myth of Narcissus who fell in love with his own reflection.
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